I do know how you feel. I can’t make it any better, but I know a little bit about what you are going through.
My problems were different, but I spent years trying to find solutions.
And every damn new doctor takes *months *to get in - and then takes *weeks *to get results and if there *are *no results you have to find the *next *doctor and go through it all over again!
And after a while you just feel like you’ll never find an answer and all you feel like doing is sitting down and crying.
Well OK, I can’t know that is how you feel, but it how I felt.
As I said, I can’t make it better for you - but I do feel for you and send out the best wishes I can.
That guy who’s telling you to buy the house is crazy. House buying only can work if you really want it to work! As someone who is only renting a house, I can tell you how much work it is even so. I can’t imagine - yet - how hard paying for every broken thing would be.
I agree with the above, that the house-buying-guy should be told that you’re going to HR if he brings it up again. Then follow through - all you have to say is, “House-buying-guy is making it hard for me to get my work done. He keeps interrupting me to talk about house-buying while I’m trying to work.” HR should be all over his case. Or your boss, if you have a mutual boss.
It doesn’t matter if he’s right or wrong - there’s no need to even discuss it. The problem is, and the way to present this to HR, is that he’s interrupting your work.
And pot may help, but you may have tried that and other anti-anxiety meds before- sometimes they help, sometimes they SUCK… So just be aware and careful, please…
I spoke with monstro this morning yall. She was able to vent and I think she feels better now.
Hopefully monstro will check in after work and see the considerate things everyone’s written for her. I appreciate your regard for her health and well-being too.
I wish I wasn’t out of town right now, I’d have you call me, if you wanted to. Take care, monstro, and hang in there! Oh, and if House Guy gives you any more shit, tell him I said to F*ck off. And if he takes offence he can come talk to me.
All I did was offer hope, which is more than anyone else has. Feeling sorry for people doesn’t help one bit even if its the “right” thing to do. That should come as obvious, you feel sorry for her then she will feel sorry for her… Doesn’t change anything. She already feels sorry for herself, what good would a million other people do? What she needs is a friend and not one who is her friend because she is suicidal (therapist).
No body in this world gets what they truly want and it is best to just accept that. I know a way for you to accept that and be happy. Even if you can’t bare smoke weed, a little guidance won’t hurt anyone.
As far is weed goes, it just enhances what is already there. She needs better control of her mind. And weed isn’t illegal everywhere, hell if you have to, move somewhere where it is legal. IMO, Staying sane is more important than obeying the rules and in this case, pointless rules… There is a reason why it is called medical marijuana.
Just because I’m not being agreed with by everyone doesn’t mean I should be threatened with a banning…
She isn’t really suicidal either, she just needs to vent… But the problem is, venting won’t rid the problems… Only action will
My stone heart actually has a heart beat now, after reading everyone’s wonderful posts. I really don’t what else to say but “thank you”. Whenever suicide crosses my mind, I’ll try to remember this thread and how so many people seem to care about me.
I don’t think anyone has felt sorry for me. I think people have expressed sympathy, empathy, and words of encouragement, sprinkling in bits of advice here and there. But that’s not pity. That’s called “reaching out”. And it’s actually made me feel better, not worse. I hope I can do the same thing when I read someone else’s wall of pathos.
I don’t know if you sincerely think you’re being helpful, but you are not. I saw my therapist in a long session today (we’d agreed to schedule a session right after my appointment with the neurologist). No, she is not a friend, but she helped me like a very dear friend would. I came in almost mute and unable to look at her or anyone else. I left feeling like there was a ray of hope in my life and that I have every right to feel the things I’ve been feeling. At work, I was back to my regular sun-shiney self. So cram your “she doesn’t need a therapist” shit up your ass.
FYI, smoking pot, as cool as that sounds, is the one thing I DO not need given my family history. Other people would be wise to be cautious with it as well. Try googling marijuana and schizophrenia. Then, if you aren’t a troll just trying to stir up shit, report your finding back to the class.
Thank you for being there for her. Give her a big hug for me next time you see her in person. Then ask her to give you one from me.
So hug yourself.