During the last few years of hitting financial rock bottom, I was depressed...mainly because of how bad things were. Now that I have a job and I am getting back on my feet, it hasn't gotten any better. In some ways it's gotten worse. When I was just worried about paying rent or having enough food to eat, or trying to scrape up child support money to not go to jail, my depression was linked to those worries. Now it's just settled into a dark malaise that hangs like a black cloud over my entire life. Nothing matters, everything is grey, I have zero energy or motivation beyond survival. Eating a bullet has been a thought, and if it weren't for my parents and my daughter I'd just as well have it all over with.
I've gotten help in the past but to be honest I don't care to talk about my feelings to strangers and I hated the way the drugs made me feel. Freaking crazy pills only made things worse. Self medicating doesn't help in the long run. Exercise has diminishing returns (and I'm dealing with some injuries right now that make it nearly impossible), affirmations and positive self talk cannot be sustained over the long term and really does nothing for me in the short term. Meditation, I can't achieve the inner quiet anymore. It's all sound and fury signifying nothing. Over the years I've tried just about everything.
It's funny how now that I've barely crawled out of financial rock bottom, I land on emotional rock bottom. I really just don't give a fvck about pretty much anything. I spend all day faking it. You'd never know it if you met me. There is only a howling emptiness and bitter anger inside me. I don't know what to do with it. I do know the next step will probably be to start sabotaging my own life. That's how the pattern goes. It may take a year or two, but eventually it will come around to that. I've already started pushing people away and making risky moves in my professional and personal life.
I've all but given up on my business ventures. No capital, no credit, only a handful of clients. I'm tired and I don't feel like climbing that mountain any more. Same goes for women. I'm done. I don't care about her feelings, her conversations, her goals, hopes and dreams. I don't give one red fvck. And i don't want to waste my time entertaining that BS just to smash. I've done all that. It's not fun anymore. I'm out of the game.
So why did I type all this? For pity points? So some arsehole can tell me to cheer up buddy? No. Fvck your pity and lame ass cheer up/snap out of it BS. Seriously if you write some sh1t like that as a reply, here's a preemptive fvck you. I write for myself and to myself. Honestly, it's because I'm bored at work, procrastinating on important projects and I don't care enough to pretend on here, I only pretend to people who are important. So it goes. Good luck to you guys.
I've gotten help in the past but to be honest I don't care to talk about my feelings to strangers and I hated the way the drugs made me feel. Freaking crazy pills only made things worse. Self medicating doesn't help in the long run. Exercise has diminishing returns (and I'm dealing with some injuries right now that make it nearly impossible), affirmations and positive self talk cannot be sustained over the long term and really does nothing for me in the short term. Meditation, I can't achieve the inner quiet anymore. It's all sound and fury signifying nothing. Over the years I've tried just about everything.
It's funny how now that I've barely crawled out of financial rock bottom, I land on emotional rock bottom. I really just don't give a fvck about pretty much anything. I spend all day faking it. You'd never know it if you met me. There is only a howling emptiness and bitter anger inside me. I don't know what to do with it. I do know the next step will probably be to start sabotaging my own life. That's how the pattern goes. It may take a year or two, but eventually it will come around to that. I've already started pushing people away and making risky moves in my professional and personal life.
I've all but given up on my business ventures. No capital, no credit, only a handful of clients. I'm tired and I don't feel like climbing that mountain any more. Same goes for women. I'm done. I don't care about her feelings, her conversations, her goals, hopes and dreams. I don't give one red fvck. And i don't want to waste my time entertaining that BS just to smash. I've done all that. It's not fun anymore. I'm out of the game.
So why did I type all this? For pity points? So some arsehole can tell me to cheer up buddy? No. Fvck your pity and lame ass cheer up/snap out of it BS. Seriously if you write some sh1t like that as a reply, here's a preemptive fvck you. I write for myself and to myself. Honestly, it's because I'm bored at work, procrastinating on important projects and I don't care enough to pretend on here, I only pretend to people who are important. So it goes. Good luck to you guys.