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[Mictlantecuhtli]

I'd rather be on fire than covered in that Aussie's liquids.

[Puzzlemaker]

I just don't even know what I'm doing with my life.

I decided to stop taking my dumbass antidepressant medication, because there's only so many times I can swallow my pride, and that's a reservoir that's pretty dried up.

I walked over to the YMCA, and just stood outside for a minute looking at it, before again making the mile trek back to my car from where I parked. I'm not sure if I want to join or not, the proposition seems scary, there's no place in the outside world that seems like it even wants me around. I don't even know if it would be a good idea, there's just so much in my head that can go wrong, just so terribly wrong.

And then I'll have to try to explain to my therapist, but from our last few sessions I get the distinct feeling he just doesn't give a shit anymore. Just from our lest meeting, the drive home had left me weakened and sickened. I just don't know what to do now.

Hey it's my post, what are you doing here.

In all seriousness, I find drinking tons of alcohol helps.  It passes the time quickly so you don't have to live through it.

[Yoink]

I just don't even know what I'm doing with my life.

I decided to stop taking my dumbass antidepressant medication, because there's only so many times I can swallow my pride, and that's a reservoir that's pretty dried up.

I walked over to the YMCA, and just stood outside for a minute looking at it, before again making the mile trek back to my car from where I parked. I'm not sure if I want to join or not, the proposition seems scary, there's no place in the outside world that seems like it even wants me around. I don't even know if it would be a good idea, there's just so much in my head that can go wrong, just so terribly wrong.

And then I'll have to try to explain to my therapist, but from our last few sessions I get the distinct feeling he just doesn't give a shit anymore. Just from our lest meeting, the drive home had left me weakened and sickened. I just don't know what to do now.

Hey it's my post, what are you doing here.

In all seriousness, I find drinking tons of alcohol helps.  It passes the time quickly so you don't have to live through it.

Erm, in this situation if you're going to drink alcohol (certainly not arguing against that as a solution!) you should do it in a public area such as a bar/pub/party rather than at home by yourself. The former is a healthy experience that is actually likely to help with your problems, the latter is... generally a pretty bad idea.

[Toady One]

Well, I thought I was clear.  If you are going to insult people and post screenshots mocking them and so forth, you can have a week, like CaptainMcClellan.  Please continuing trying to work on this.

[Reverie]

On topic: the right fan on my Macbook has started making whirring sounds that are louder than they should be. I hope it's just a bit of dust that's being pushed around in there, but I think I'm going to have to replace the fan. Bluuugh. At least the computer is under warranty, so there shouldn't be any problems.

[Sirus]

The Toad has spoken!
Let's forget this ever happened.

Don't forget it happened. Learn from it, lest ye doom history to repeat itself.

[JoshuaFH]

I just don't even know what I'm doing with my life.

I decided to stop taking my dumbass antidepressant medication, because there's only so many times I can swallow my pride, and that's a reservoir that's pretty dried up.

I walked over to the YMCA, and just stood outside for a minute looking at it, before again making the mile trek back to my car from where I parked. I'm not sure if I want to join or not, the proposition seems scary, there's no place in the outside world that seems like it even wants me around. I don't even know if it would be a good idea, there's just so much in my head that can go wrong, just so terribly wrong.

And then I'll have to try to explain to my therapist, but from our last few sessions I get the distinct feeling he just doesn't give a shit anymore. Just from our lest meeting, the drive home had left me weakened and sickened. I just don't know what to do now.

Hey it's my post, what are you doing here.

In all seriousness, I find drinking tons of alcohol helps.  It passes the time quickly so you don't have to live through it.

Erm, in this situation if you're going to drink alcohol (certainly not arguing against that as a solution!) you should do it in a public area such as a bar/pub/party rather than at home by yourself. The former is a healthy experience that is actually likely to help with your problems, the latter is... generally a pretty bad idea.

There is not a single thing about alcohol that has ever led me to believe that it's at all a positive thing. It's always been to me the beginning of this lifelong downward spiral into the increasingly fat sacks of ignorant shit that people just BECOME as they get older, relishing the release from life rather than life itself.

And the very concept of it scares the everliving shit outta me, I've gone out of my way to be a teetotaler just because I mentally associate drinking with this utterly violent, out of control nature and culture that just seeks to get this cheap thrill and shit on itself afterward. My whole adolescent childhood was just me watching my Mom get shitfaced and beat the shit out of fucking whoever was nearby, her boyfriend, family, me, it didn't fucking matter, it was like the story of asking the scorpion why it stings you, because that's just it's nature.

And the idea of this kinda thing that just dissolves your judgment temporarily, that scares me so badly. What if I followed your advice and went out drinking, and I found out I liked drinking, but I ALSO found out that I'm a violent and angry drunk just like my Mother? That, more than anything else, MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE, would be the most legitimate reason for me to go out, buy some kind of weapon, and fucking kill myself, just to kill that seed of evil before it ever has the opportunity to germinate.

When I ask myself every day what I have to live for, just the possibility of accidentally adding a reason to end it all scares me to death. Fuck, man, it's terrifying.

[Angle]

Mmm, yeah, alcohol's probably not your solution. It probably wouldn't end like that, (though you might be more at risk than others) but I doubt it would help. You'd probably just end up wasting time and money. 

Also, I don't see why taking antidepressants should hurt your pride. It's hardy your fault you need them.

[mastahcheese]

I have to agree with Joshua on the booze thing, I really fail to see how that would help at all. Even if it did happen to numb the pain (and not cause potential violence as a side effect) then it still wouldn't actually be helping to fix anything.

Just finding ways to numb yourself doesn't help.

[TD1]

I have to agree with Joshua on the booze thing, I really fail to see how that would help at all. Even if it did happen to numb the pain (and not cause potential violence as a side effect) then it still wouldn't actually be helping to fix anything.

Just finding ways to numb yourself doesn't help.

Yep.

[Reverie]

I have to agree with Joshua on the booze thing, I really fail to see how that would help at all. Even if it did happen to numb the pain (and not cause potential violence as a side effect) then it still wouldn't actually be helping to fix anything.

Just finding ways to numb yourself doesn't help.

I'd like to point out that sometimes, numbing out the pain is the only way to keep going. I speak from experience.

[Yoink]

Not as a way to numb yourself, as a way to overcome inhibitions and actually interact with people, which from what I've read is one of his main problems. That was the whole point of my post. It sure made my life a whole lot better.
But whatever, I gave up trying to give people good advice ages ago, since it generally gets this reaction when I do.

[Bauglir]

Also, I don't see why taking antidepressants should hurt your pride. It's hardy your fault you need them.

This.

Note: Alcohol is a bad idea because it probably won't actually improve your ability to handle life if it's a coping mechanism, comes with a variety of shitty side-effects, and gets expensive fast. If numbing happens to solve the problem, it solves the problem. I hear that's how some antidepressants work, and while that's shitty for a lot of people, there are also a lot of people for whom it's a lot less shitty than the alternative, and there's nothing wrong with that. I don't know if that's the case with what you were on, but please don't buy into the idea that there's an effective, yet somehow wrong, way to treat an illness.

Ninja: I don't really know about using alcohol as a social lubricant, so I've got no comment there. Above paragraph applies only to using it as an emotional anesthetic.

[Reverie]

Not as a way to numb yourself, as a way to overcome inhibitions and actually interact with people, which from what I've read is one of his main problems. That was the whole point of my post. It sure made my life a whole lot better.
But whatever, I gave up trying to give people good advice ages ago, since it generally gets this reaction when I do.

No, your advice is sound. I'm just not one to give the advice to not drink to drown out depression, having spent years of my life tuning out most things through other means.

[Puzzlemaker]

I am on anti-depressants and I am still depressed.  Increasing the dose from here adds a bunch of side effects without much help.  It's mostly my current situation, or something like that.  I dunno.  I get so sad at home I just drink a beer or two to make the time go quicker.

It's absolutely horrible, I know, but I have run out of options to deal with it in other ways.