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teh retraded thred herppppp slober fuk glum editshin
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2017-05-08 at 10:04 PM UTCRisiR, have you ever seen this? I thought it was a pretty good overview of Schopenhauer, it's really nice to seem someone who understands and appreciates him.
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2017-05-08 at 10:23 PM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-05-08 at 10:56 PM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-05-08 at 10:57 PM UTCHow deep can you squat? When you squat down, does your ass just naturally touch the san....ground? Huh?
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2017-05-08 at 10:58 PM UTCCheck out the Dr.Octagon album.
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2017-05-08 at 11:31 PM UTCPost your wife again. I never saw that.
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2017-05-08 at 11:49 PM UTCSup, 1337? How you been?
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2017-05-09 at 12 AM UTCI love hot girls who play sluts on TV...
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2017-05-09 at 12:33 AM UTC
Originally posted by hydromorphone Sup, 1337? How you been?
Not well. I dun goofed and went of the rails. Got fired from my awesome cushy job, had a lovely review to see if I could keep my pharm license, did a stay in the psych ward then went to rehab. Just now getting my shit together again. Started working at a new place about a month ago. -
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2017-05-09 at 2:01 AM UTCyou kids are are alll gay
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2017-05-09 at 2:27 AM UTC
Originally posted by 1337 I deleted it, it was unfair to post publicly. Suffice to say she looks different since the incident.
I probably shouldn't ask, but was it weight gain or something more serious? You don't have to answer, I understand.
I actually checked myself into the ER about a week ago and it was a really positive experience. I was hooked up to an IV and ECG, had tons of fluid, someone remarked, "Damn, they've got two bags going at full speed.", had to take a drug test, be questioned by multiple people, was being regularly IV'd with phenobarbital an ativan (It didn't feel good, just closer to normal, although I was still mildly anxious. There was no euphoria or happiness, probably due to the neurological differences), then had to meet with various people, a psychiatrist, social worker, and of course the decision to finally walk into the ER instead of going to the grocery store and prolonging the cycle of alcoholism. There's a point where the depression became so severe that it becomes relentless dysphoria, you feel so bad you want to call 911. and it happens multiple times. At some point I just realized, based on everything I'd read and how I'd come to understand what depression is, that this is how people feel before they die. It reminds of suicide being like a feeling of being in a burning building, you don't jump because you necessarily want to die, but because you're tormented by your thoughts and past trauma, you're isolated and have nothing else, and you know there's no way in hell you can make it through the rest of your life feeling like this, so the alternative seems so much worse, and that's why people die by suicide.
I was drinking about 5 liters of box wine and 1.75 of brandy for a prolonged period during the worst of it. I'm on the autism spectrum, and there's a 25% comorbidity with epilepsy, andI was probably on the verge of a seizure. Thank god by blood work came back good, they told me they found nothing of concern.
Severe depression can be scary as hell, the way it warps your perception of the world, alters your thinking and behavior, causes these vast array of multiple changes, anhedonia, loss of interest in the world, an inability to find any meaning and fulfillment in life, you lose all your energy, strength, drive/motivation, will power.
It just destroys you, it kills critical aspects of your humanity.
And when I look back at the way I was behaving, it's scary as hell. I was in a self-destructive cycle where I didn't expect to live long and stopped worrying about the consequences, began taking reckless risks with my life.
After the ER visit I felt I made a major breakthrough, but i asked myself, "Just had bad does your life have to be, do you have to feel, to honestly have been considerably more happy there, to have enjoyed it, just because you were finally receiving help and people showed they care?"
Ith= has to be pretty fucking bad. -
2017-05-09 at 2:30 AM UTC
Originally posted by Malice I probably shouldn't ask, but was it weight gain or something more serious? You don't have to answer, I understand.
I actually checked myself into the ER about a week ago and it was a really positive experience. I was hooked up to an IV and ECG, had tons of fluid, someone remarked, "Damn, they've got two bags going at full speed.", had to take a drug test, be questioned by multiple people, was being regularly IV'd with phenobarbital an ativan (It didn't feel good, just closer to normal, although I was still mildly anxious. There was no euphoria or happiness, probably due to the neurological differences), then had to meet with various people, a psychiatrist, social worker, and of course the decision to finally walk into the ER instead of going to the grocery store and prolonging the cycle of alcoholism. There's a point where the depression became so severe that it becomes relentless dysphoria, you feel so bad you want to call 911. and it happens multiple times. At some point I just realized, based on everything I'd read and how I'd come to understand what depression is, that this is how people feel before they die. It reminds of suicide being like a feeling of being in a burning building, you don't jump because you necessarily want to die, but because you're tormented by your thoughts and past trauma, you're isolated and have nothing else, and you know there's no way in hell you can make it through the rest of your life feeling like this, so the alternative seems so much worse, and that's why people die by suicide.
I was drinking about 5 liters of box wine and 1.75 of brandy for a prolonged period during the worst of it. I'm on the autism spectrum, and there's a 25% comorbidity with epilepsy, andI was probably on the verge of a seizure. Thank god by blood work came back good, they told me they found nothing of concern.
Severe depression can be scary as hell, the way it warps your perception of the world, alters your thinking and behavior, causes these vast array of multiple changes, anhedonia, loss of interest in the world, an inability to find any meaning and fulfillment in life, you lose all your energy, strength, drive/motivation, will power.
It just destroys you, it kills critical aspects of your humanity.
And when I look back at the way I was behaving, it's scary as hell. I was in a self-destructive cycle where I didn't expect to live long and stopped worrying about the consequences, began taking reckless risks with my life.
After the ER visit I felt I made a major breakthrough, but i asked myself, "Just had bad does your life have to be, do you have to feel, to honestly have been considerably more happy there, to have enjoyed it, just because you were finally receiving help and people showed they care?"
Ith= has to be pretty fucking bad.
Literally nobody gives a fuck.
