Depression...

[munkey]

How do you deal with it?

[bevischief]

I have been there and done that with my wife she was at that point. She is better now without the all the prescriptions drugs she was on. PM me if need my phone number to talk about it. I was depressed for a little bit but never so far to off myself or anyone else.

[Fritz88]

Originally Posted by Chiefnj2

1. Write down this number: 1-800-273-8255
2. Log off CP and call the number.

Please do this.

[Mr. Flopnuts]

He's fine. Just a PSA for posters.

[HonestChieffan]

Originally Posted by Mr. Flopnuts

He's fine. Just a PSA for posters.

Good. Op's like this should never be seen as a joke.

[Mr. Flopnuts]

Originally Posted by HonestChieffan

Good. Op's like this should never be seen as a joke.

It wasn't. Especially not from one who's been here for over 10 years and has never done anything like this. He's going through some rough times, like a lot of us are. One thing I love about this place is the fact that we all come together when times are tough.

You and I have had our words before HC, but if you ever needed to talk, I'd drop you my phone number and be here for you in a heartbeat. That's one thing that I really, really, love about this place.

[Bugeater]

Originally Posted by Mr. Flopnuts

He's fine. Just a PSA for posters.

Thanks for the update. I was hoping someone here knew him in RL and could check on him.

[bevischief]

Good to hear.

[FAX]

Originally Posted by Mr. Flopnuts

It wasn't. Especially not from one who's been here for over 10 years and has never done anything like this. He's going through some rough times, like a lot of us are. One thing I love about this place is the fact that we all come together when times are tough.

You and I have had our words before HC, but if you ever needed to talk, I'd drop you my phone number and be here for you in a heartbeat. That's one thing that I really, really, love about this place.

Aw .... that's so sweet ...

Break out the violins and let's have some mushy music.

Better yet, let's break out the tambourines and bash out some wacky jingle jangle in the jungle juju and shake our penises at the moon.

FAX

[memyselfI]

Another thing I would suggest is that if you are in your 40s or above, which I know a number of us are having been in our 30s when we started here in the 90s, please get your hormone levels checked. We are just now beginning to understand how loss of testosterone and estrogen effects mental health during the aging process for BOTH men and women. Males go through a male version of menopause just like females and those changes can cause or worsen depression. Maybe you don't need antidepressants but instead need hormones.

Worth a shot and can make a big difference.

http://men.webmd.com/guide/male-menopause

[Buehler445]

Originally Posted by Mr. Flopnuts

He's fine. Just a PSA for posters.

Thanks Flop. Appreciated.

[crossbow]

Dude,

After I survived a major heart attack last winter, I had to deal with extreme emotional states. At first I was a happy guy because three weeks of Morhpine was still in my viens. But then the drugs wore off and I fell into this state of anger. That lasted about 9 months. Then it turned into depression for about three months. I was fired from my job because of the weight restrictions my doctors put me on. This made me realy mad because I had done everything those aholes asked of me and when I needed some time from them they blew me out of the airlocks into deep space. F you corporate America and your epic level of greed. Anyway if you are depressed you need to pay for help because your family may be concerned but they aren't trained professionals. In fact, they could unintentionaly make things worse.

[Iowanian]

One foot in front of the other......then use 1 single finger to make a phone call to someone who can help you.

This time of year gets a lot of people.

[Art Vader]

Life's like falling into the gorilla pit at the zoo... most of the time you'll get mauled to death, but on a rare occasion the gorilla will nurture you like its own.

As an artist I kinda take depression as it comes and chalk it up to whatever mystery game the Universe is running on me. I have a pretty good feeling that If you kill yourself you're just doomed to either repeat the same life, or something worse, so it's probably best to just wait it out and let the Earth take you back. I'm not religious but I think you definitely are judged by your separated conscience (which many confuse or think of as God) when you die and are subject to whatever punishment or praise you deserve in that dream world.

It's definitely not for everyone, but if it wasn't for THC, i'm not sure where i'd be. It's saved my life and most likely a number of others.

I know depression is a chemical thing, and I know people who take pills for it, but I don't like many things about taking pills. Sometimes those people have a lapse in taking their meds and become more intolerable than before they were on the pills, some go through odd body changes and start to gain weight and stuff and become a completely different person.. which is weird to me.

Also, society can pigeon-hole you if they know you're depressed or medicated for it, even if it doesn't affect them in any way.. people are very superstitious about their optimism. It's definitely a burden, but you just have to find a few things in life to keep you distracted and really try to take other people's ways as lightly as you can and know that you may not ever be accepted by anyone, and it's not your duty to punish anyone for it.

It's scary to know that some people just get completely disconnected and have no control of what they're doing and nowadays you just have to hope you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time because some people are just bat-shit crazy and neglected.

Luckily whatever's the matter with me can easily be treated with a little baking.. plus it unlocks some crazy art abilities in me, others aren't so lucky and I feel for those people.

[Rasputin]

I have suffered a great amount of deppression in my life that lead to suicide ideation. I'm only going to talk about it in hope that it could help someone else reading this so please don't judge me. I am not proud of the things I have done. If this helps someone else then this will help me in my recovery.

I don't know where to really start with this. After graduated high school in 93, I went to a community college and basically learned to drink along with my sweedish friends I made. All I cared about was drinking till I passed out, that was fun for me. I through a huge party at my dads house while he was on vacation. I don't know how much I drank but woke up four days later in my dorm room. My sweedish roomate said he thought I was dead. He also called me an alcoholic. I thought COOL I just made rock star status I thought to myself that being an alcoholic meant I could drink more than most people on the planet Superman. Well I just drank more & failed college 1.5 years but worked weekends so I could drink all week long.

I was living a life with no real responsiblities & I could do pretty much what ever the **** I wanted & did just that. For teh most part I drank beer untill it didn't do anything for me other than get me beloted. I started to drink night train & I was loaded like a freat train The first time I drank a bottle of that stuff I was knocked out with in an hour & woke up somewhere else. I built a tollerence to it but it was cheap so I was happy to drink all the more.

Then I did the unthinkable, I got my GF pregnant & I became "responsible" I married her. (Now the happiest day of my life was when my daughter was born sept.12 96) Then I somewhat was responsible at least I had good jobs as a rout driver first with Guys Snacks then with Old Home or Metz Baking. Things seemed pretty good. I started hanging out with my brother inlaw who was this big biker dude with skull tats. He introduced me to weed and other drugs that became my life. I became a person I did not like, but at the same time thought I was cool as no one would miss with us in the bars.

1999 things got bad, I hurt my back and lost my job. Depression took a hold of me as I fealt worthless as a provider to my family. I wasn't a good father and I hated myself for that. Other things also I'm not going talk about. My mind was clouded and my back pain just intensified my feelings to the point of overdosing on a full bottle of pain meds. I just think I didn't want to wake up. My wife took me to the hospital and I had to drink black charcoal Nasty.

I am going take a break as I'm not sure how much detail I should be putting into this. I will say it got worse before it got better then worse again after more years have passed by. Today things are better so I want to express I have hope and want to give that hope to someone else today. If anyone cares I will be happy to continue, but if not God bless and take it easy. I'd like to say that was it but it's not.

Regret is a big part of depression & something to battle against in depression. I don't regret talking about it as it makes me stronger in helping others.

[Mr. Flopnuts]

If you don't wish to continue publicly I understand. But I'd like to hear the rest of it either here or via PM Mr. Tattoo.