Thanks for that little bit of your backround. Can I ask you what you do when you come home from work? Do you still muddle around or do you try and be productive in some way?
I find that my "depression" is the worst when I have time on my hands.
To be honest, I don't have a lot of friends here in Chicago. Well, let me rephrase that...I
have friends, but they're all
work friends. So, when I come home from work, the last thing I want to do is hang out with people I just saw all day long.
I usually work 80-90 works, as I am a chef and have to put in long work days, but recently I've been delegating my responsibilities to people who work "for" me. I was wearing myself out at work, so I've cut down my hours a lot, that way, I can enjoy some time to myself.
When I'm off of work I usually just sit around, drink some beers, watch TV, watch movies or play video games. And, obviously, I come online and talk to my FreeOnes friends.
Hey, depression is tough. I won't lie. But it's kind of silly at the same time.
I've battled it for so long. Socially excluding myself, contemplating suicide. Seeking attention all the time. It's not really any good at all. But when you can find the light and just go for it instead of letting things hold you back into that dpression, then you can control it.
Maybe it's natural to go into recluse for a bit and feel depressed. Just to make you think of things you need to improve upon. If you look at it that way, you could possibly use depression as a tool to help better your life. Thus it would shorten the periods of depression and give more back to you since you will be fighting to live a better life.
Make sense?
I know that when I was going through my phase of "depression", I didn't give a shit about
anything. I had
no emotion at all running through my heart. I wouldn't smile, but I wouldn't frown. I wouldn't laugh, but I wouldn't get sad. It was like I was a shell of a man, with no ability to feel anything, positive
or negative.
Then, I eventually started to feel sad all of the time for some reason. My sadness would just multiply and multiply and it just made me go down this pointless downward spiral at an unbelievable rate. After so much time went by, I couldn't take it anymore and I kept asking myself "why", as in "why me?" I didn't want to feel sad anymore so I started to cut into my wrist. Then, as I saw the blood come out I was instantly thrown into an emotional state of shock and woke up. I remember standing there like "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?!?!?!" Then, I instantly snapped out of it and realized that I was being a huge cry baby bitch and everything that I used to blame the world for was all MY fault.
The world didn't make me sad...
I did. The world didn't make me loaf around and hate life...
I did. The world didn't make me put a blade to my wrist...
I did. I was just going through a phase of "depression" that everybody else experiences, but I
chose to
let it ruin me. Personally, I think that a lot of people don't realize how stupid they're being until it's too late. I was just lucky enough that I snapped out of it when I did or else I wouldn't be here.