I'm curious about this, too. Therapists/counselors are not always a good fit for the client. Medication takes time to work. Plus sometimes you need to get on a different prescription a few times before finding the right one and the right dose. Or, like me, Zoloft worked for a few years and then I had to go on something else because that medication wasn't as effective. You also have to be ready for committing to your mental health because it can be years before you unlearn old patterns and get some solid coping skills in place. Baby steps, but steps nonetheless.I know you've said before that you've tried drugs and therapy, and neither worked, but I wondered if you would mind me asking what medications? Have you sought second opinions or other doctors?
I would not be surprised if you to have to find two medications that are effective, and then switch back and forth between them as your body adapts to each one.Zoloft worked for a few years and then I had to go on something else because that medication wasn't as effective.
It's possible that I could end up switching between the two. I hope not because now I realize how much Zoloft dulled my emotions.I would not be surprised if you to have to find two medications that are effective, and then switch back and forth between them as your body adapts to each one.
--Patrick
I think the first time it was Wellbutrin. Shit, I don't remember the crap they put me on the second time. All I know is that both times it just made me feel "nothing", like numb. And the side effects kicked my ass.. . . I wondered if you would mind me asking what medications? . . .
Somehow after 23 years of searching, I kind of doubt that at the moment. Especially when I seem to be a dumbass at understanding people.. . . I do know that if you keep putting yourself out there, you will likely find someone. . . .
My brother, his wife and I have been doing a couple of D&D sessions every Saturday at a local game shop for about half a year. Problem is, there's hardly ANY women there. And the ones that are there are WAY too young or are already married.. . . My suggestion is to find some friends interested in hanging out weekly/monthly and just do whatever you like to do when you get together (watch movies, play games, modify cars, drink excessively ...that last one may need some tweaking). . . .
Maybe I'm reading too much into this, but I feel like this is not a helpful outlook to have, and by that I mean looking at a given social situation as an opportunity to meet women. You need to put yourself out there, but do it for yourself, you know? Do it to have fun and relax, I think it's hurting you to put that kind of pressure on yourself to meet someone. I know you've mentioned how lonely you are, but I strongly agree with Ravenpoe above re: relationships and self-worth. Probably not what you want to hear, but I think you would benefit from not trying to date and just working on being happy within yourself. On that note, I wonder if something like cognitive behavioral therapy would be helpful? Anyone know anything about that?My brother, his wife and I have been doing a couple of D&D sessions every Saturday at a local game shop for about half a year. Problem is, there's hardly ANY women there. And the ones that are there are WAY too young or are already married.
It could help. It makes you examine your thought process and challenge the irrational thoughts. For instance, you go to D&D at this game shop with the intention of finding a SO. No one has expressed interest. You think "I'll never find someone who could love me". This makes you feel depressed, lonely, isolated, etc. So, you become distant with people at the game shop when you're there for D&D because no one is interested in talking to you anyway. That behavior reinforces the thought that you'll never find someone to love you and it becomes a cycle. (This is a pretty simplified example using the current situation, btw, so take it with a grain of salt). CBT could help you recognize that thoughts like "I'll never find someone who could love me" contain cognitive distortions and allow you to take a more rational view. It can work for depression, PTSD, and anxiety.. On that note, I wonder if something like cognitive behavioral therapy would be helpful? Anyone know anything about that?
. . . It's hard to be in a relationship when you don't like yourself, and relying on someone else to define your worth is pretty dangerous.
I know. Deep down, I know. I've just had this feeling most of my life that my time is more than likely short. Between leukemia when I was young and Guillain-Barre when I was older, I keep expecting the next big thing that may take me out for good. I don't want to meet that fate alone.. . . Do it to have fun and relax, I think it's hurting you to put that kind of pressure on yourself to meet someone.
Yeah. I've already had to block out some things.. . . I know you're getting a lot of support online, but I think you might also be encountering some...hurtful things too.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ikigaithe service you can render to others (which is strongly linked to happiness)
Every time I see one of your posts, I think to myself, "I could've written most of this, almost line-for-line." And...I know you've said the same about what I've posted. And it breaks my heart because even though we've never met, you seem like such a great, kind, thoughtful, FUCKING HILARIOUS guy. And I wish there was something I could say or do that would make your life better or at the very least, make you believe you're more valued than how you see yourself. (Which is ironic because I know you've said something similar to me) I keep wanting to reach out sometimes, but it's hard for me because I struggle with my own issues so much, it's honestly hard to me to be the shoulder for someone else to cry on. And that by itself feels almost selfish. There was someone on here, I can't remember who, who reached out to me and asked if I could be one of their support people and I had to say no. Not because I didn't want to be supportive, but I knew I couldn't handle that kind of responsibility, emotionally, when I'm a mental mess most of the time.Reviving this old chestnut because I don't want to fill up another thread with more of this shit.
Three years later, and nothing has changed. If anything, life has only further confirmed everything I've felt. I genuinely feel like some higher power (God, fate, karma, whatever) won't allow me to be happy, even when I should be. The only purely good thing that has happened is my new car, and I'm still fearful that it'll somehow "monkey's paw" me in some way because it always has in the past.
Which brings me to my current situation. Supposedly starting this week, I'll begin training for the new position I'm being moved to at work: safety coordinator. I'll be working with the safety supervisors at both of our facilities to help them with . . . stuff. I say "stuff" because this position is brand new and they're kind of making it up as they go along. I have no real idea what I'll actually be doing, and there has been no talk if I'll be getting a pay grade increase. And I can't stay in my current position because they're restructuring the whole department and my position is being done away with. It's also being hinted that my hours might be increasing by a lot, and that the owners think I'm slow.
All of this uncertainty is only feeding this feeling in the back of my mind that I'm going to fail this, like I've failed every important thing before. School, jobs, relationships, etc. I don't even try with romance anymore, that's a lost cause altogether. I can't even talk to people about my broken brain, because the answer I always get is "drugs or therapy". Yeah, that'd be nice if I could afford either one (or if they even fucking worked anyway). And that's even if I believed the most important thing I would need to believe for all of this: "Am I even worth the effort?" I'm at the stage where I question the point of this existence. I'm only really here because I'm a coward about death, but living has become nothing more than a tedious slog. Wake up, work, eat, sleep. Once in a while a reprieve of momentary mental distraction from the awfulness of humanity. Repeat ad nauseam. And don't I dare say anything out loud, lest people start walking away because I'm just a downer, which has been happening more and more recently.
So I shut up, keep on living like the good little background noise I was made to be, and hope that one day I might be shown mercy with peace from this place (but probably not because why should the possible next life be any better).