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Nothing like haiti, but we've had a lot of quakes here recently..i just watched the wall shake and wished that it would go big and take me. It would save me some effort. Honestly, even writing this was almost too much effort. But I really wish someone would reach out to me because I'm too tired to keep reaching into nothing, myself.

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Welcome here.

May I extend a shaky hand in your direction...

(depression too: been there, sank in the swamp.)

...From where I sit fortunately pretty earthquake-proof on a massive quantity of solid granite*.

If I go, the whole country goes.

I've not been here long, but it seems OK to lurk, rant, or pick out the odd little funny bits. Whatever helps.

Chris.

*admittedly that does mean the house is radioactive.

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Thanks for the responses. I am on an antidepressant, although it seems to work only when it feels like it. Upped to the maximum dosage and still its like sometimes it just wears off. Most of the time if I can just keep my hands busy, I'm ok, but recently I have this irrational line of thought where I have myself convinced that nobody cares about me at all. I know its not true, but I can prove it to myself if I think it through. Anyone been there?

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i'm pretty sure everyone in the "depression" section has felt that way. i feel that way all the time. i even think my kids would only be sad for a very short time if i was gone.

maybe the antidepressant you're taking isn't the right one for you. are you in any sort of therapy?

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Guest nothing

i'm pretty sure everyone in the "depression" section has felt that way. i feel that way all the time. i even think my kids would only be sad for a very short time if i was gone.

maybe the antidepressant you're taking isn't the right one for you. are you in any sort of therapy?

no. There isn't anything free here and the cost is too much. Its kind of a vicious cycle. If i had a better job i could afford it, but I can't get a better job because I can't function any better, you know ;)

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i feel your pain with the cost of therapy. even if you can pay for it it can take forever to find someone who can make a dent. that's always been my issue. i've seen a couple that have made me feel worse. maybe posting here will help a bit. i've only been posting for a short time but everyone seems very nice and ready to listen.

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That's so fucking crappy ;)

You've tried community mental health centers and such? Usually there's SOMETHING free around.

I dont think we have one. I'll have to root around a bit more sometime when I'm feeling my wheaties i guess, but I have never heard that we have one.

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Anyone been there?

If *all* of this fits you, I'm sorry, but bits of it may ring a bell.

WHEN

When you're on the highest dosage and it isn't half enough,

When your nights are torn and twisted with the pain.

When the sleep you get is really rather futile,

For it only brings the nightmares once again.

When you need someone to talk to but your friends have had their fill,

When the doctor knows the problem but cannot cure the ill.

When your faith lies dead and broken and all others seem as frail,

When a day of aching struggle wins another just the same,

When crying does no good and you're just too tired to scream,

When hope is never present and pleasure rarely seen,

When the happiness of others gives the painful contrast one more time,

When the hollowness inside is sounding like a drum,

When love and laughter have finally fled.

Then, just then,

You'll be close to the place where I dwell

It's a place you might call hell.

----

My own work, with apologies to Rudyard Kipling.

Chris.

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Guest_nothing, we have all pretty much been where you are, so we understand. We are here to listen, so don't feel like there is no one you can talk to.

Have you thought of registering? You could read our blogs (in which we write everything from mundane daily shit, to absolute crises), and chat, where you could get immediate feedback. Don't do anything you are not comfortable with, but I just wanted to let you know the advantages of signing up.

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Anyone been there?

If *all* of this fits you, I'm sorry, but bits of it may ring a bell.

WHEN

When you're on the highest dosage and it isn't half enough,

When your nights are torn and twisted with the pain.

When the sleep you get is really rather futile,

For it only brings the nightmares once again.

When you need someone to talk to but your friends have had their fill,

When the doctor knows the problem but cannot cure the ill.

When your faith lies dead and broken and all others seem as frail,

When a day of aching struggle wins another just the same,

When crying does no good and you're just too tired to scream,

When hope is never present and pleasure rarely seen,

When the happiness of others gives the painful contrast one more time,

When the hollowness inside is sounding like a drum,

When love and laughter have finally fled.

Then, just then,

You'll be close to the place where I dwell

It's a place you might call hell.

----

My own work, with apologies to Rudyard Kipling.

Chris.

it all rings a bell for me. thank you for sharing that.

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