Isn’t whining about people who whine kind of ironic?
Anyway, I’ve never thought of life as being a joy. It’s most likely better than death, though then again perhaps not, but it’s not a pleasure. It’s more of a tolerance.
Well, what they (and it sounds like you) really need is a shrink, probably some chemicals, and a program of therapy, including behavioral, to learn to move beyond the chemical sentence of depression.
Clinical drepression really has nothing to do with which side you are looking on, bright or dark. It is a disorder that removes the option of bright. It’s only when the options are returned that you can start to make choices like the rest of us do. Then I can give you a ration of doo for picking dark. 
Please get help, even sven. You can’t and don’t have to try to overcome what sounds very much like clinical depression brought on by chemical imbalance in the brain all by yourself. Would you try to cure yourself of diabetes or appendicitis? I don’t think so.
good luck,
stoid
Hang in there, even sven. It may take a while, but you can get through it. Medicine and therapy have done wonders for many of us.
{{{{{{{{even sven}}}}}}}}
I know it’s odd… if you’ve ever paid attention, I have proclaimed a low level SD crush on you for months…
I am just now learning that depression isn’t something that can be killed with a magic bullet, that it takes time, and effort, and possibly medication and therapy to get through.
Someone I love more than life has taught me that… I can only hope that you’re friends learn, and that you get whatever you need to get through it.
Feel free to write to a fellow Lancer if you wish… it’s in my profile.
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Originally posted by Stoid
“Your relatives aren’t going to mangle your genitals to make you an acceptable marriage partner.”
Can you make an acceptable marriage partner out of mangled genitals?
sven,
Trust me.....you're making the right move in placing that call.........the toughest part will be picking up the phone for the first time (it'll weigh a ton), but after that, you'll have a huge weight taken off of your shoulders! Medicine or therapy alone have about a 60% recovery rate, but together they work up to 90+ (and I would highly recommend both..........too many people opt for the quick fix that the medicine provides.......but only the therapy can really solve the problems).
The anti-depressant that I had the most luck with was Celexa; it's the newest of the SSRIs and seems to have very few side effects (including less sexual side effects......which are unfortunately prevalent with anti-depressants), although you may have to try a couple to find one that fits well. Anti-depressants are unfortunately a bitch to start; one hint my therapist gave me was to take half a pill for the first week to expose your body to the medicine....I didn't have too much of a problem with short-term side effects. Finally, don't expect the anti-depressants to be instant happy pills..........generally, they take about a month to start to take effect, but I promise that if you stick with them that you WILL feel the difference!
I wish you the best of luck on the road to recovery; having been there myself, I know how tough clinical depression is, but once you make that call, things will get better!! If you have any questions, feel free to drop a line!!!Certainly not out of mine. My vagina is a really bad listener.
stoid
So, the country and the world are going to hell in a handbasket, but you, personally, are overwhelmed with gratitude.
Got it. Thanks.
I reserve the right to be depressed, miserable, and angry for no reason. I also reserve the right to be deliriously giddy and ridiculously euphoric for no reason.
Yeah, I know we’re supposed to be political enemies, and we’re required by law to hate each other (or something), but, Stoid, can I use that as a Sig? Purdy pwease?
yes, Yes, YES!!! I do so agree with you Stoid. Some of my friends are exactly how you described them and I can’t stand it. They don’t realise that if you look at things from the bringht side, you are already at three quarters of solving the problem. That doesn’t mean that I don’t understand even sven slightly. I have been known to have some unexplainable depressions, and they’re not pretty. There have been times when I just couldn’t get out of bed because of all the uselessness of it. Even with my inherent good will, I couldn’t get myself to do anything productive. Fortunatly, those periods are sparce and eventually disappear out of themselves. I don’t think I could cope with being like that all the time.
For what it’s worth sven, I wish you all the best and totally agree with what Stoid said: visit a therapist and get something done. Life truly rocks and it’s definately worth it. You just need your eyes opened, even if that means medication.
{{{even sven}}}
A-fucking-men Stoid!
Well said.
Amen, Stoid. I read somewhere that whether you’re an optimist or a pessimist, you’re right. It’s very true. I may print out your rant and read it daily. We all need a kick in the pants sometimes.
Zette
Stoid, How many people Want to talk to your vagina???
That said,…I don’t Have a squishy pillow. I don’t want one, in fact.
Anyone out there need a squsihy pillow? I’ve got one, but don’t use it.
Actually, I think matt_mcl said, or quoted, the only sensible thing in the whole damned thread. If there’s one thing I dislike, it’s people who say, “You should stop acting the way I like to imagine I wouldn’t act if I were you, which clearly I am not.”
Damn skippy!
Printed out and posted on fridge.
pldennison and matt_mcl agree for second time in as many months. Next up: sun rises in west, Elton John caught in bed with Lea DeLaria.
You may find this amazing, matt, but I actually like you. Politics aside, you’re a damned cool person.
And, upon second reading, the OP is no less idiotic than it was the first time. All that Leo-Buscaglia-Life-Is-Great-Get-Over-It horeshit is patently offensive.
I don’t have the right to be pissed because I had to sink $1,000 in repairs into my car over the last two months, causing my wife to miss a trip she wanted to go on? Fuck you.
I don’t have the right to be angry when I hear about how poorly my sister is raising her children, and what the effects are? Fuck you.
I’m supposed to fool myself into believing my life is terrific, because it’s all relative and I don’t have it as bad off as some anonymous person somewhere else? Fuck you.
Yes, fuck you, Stoid, and your bullshit aphorisms. Fuck you for not acknowledging the unique circumstances within which every single person finds him or herself, and the different ways in which these unique persons react to different things. And coming from YOU, of all people, you who seems to be incapable of spreading any light. You who just fought for two fucking pages with Scylla over a couple of nasty e-mail messages you sent to him–the upshot of which, I might remind you, was that he questioned an experience that you had (maybe you should’ve just “Shut the fuck up” and “ha[d] a big fat fuckin’ smile on your face,” huh?). You who gets the vapors anytime someone says the word “Republican.” Yeah, you, YOU, sit up straight, and go fuck yourself.
PLD,
lord knows I disagree with a pretty good number of your posts – But that one was fucking exactly on point.
Amen on all counts.
sigh There always has to be at least a couple of wowsers out there who looks at life’s lemons and says, “Lemonade? What the fuck’s that?”
Stop whining, you. Yeah, you know who you are. Quit raining on the best ray of light to shine in this place for a long, long while. Y’know what? Whining is BORING. It’s always the same damn thing! Same theme, same rhyme.
pldennison, you seriously need to get a grip, here. Life for me just five months ago was as close to the bottomless pit as I’ve had for a long time – but now the meds are halved, I’ve got a research project to do, I’m the treasurer of a local service club. Life only sucks in places so you can really appreciate the highs. Money’s tight right now, but I’m rich with the knowledge that I’m loved and wanted in this existence.
Hey, Stoid – I’m proud of you! Freakin’ well done, amen, huzzah and all the rest of it!
Sorry, Ice Wolf, but I ain’t buying it. First of all, I’m not sure how what you’ve gone through recently relates to me “getting a grip.” In case it’s escaped your notice, I’m not you, nor are you me. My experiences are my experiences, and if I interepret them as good, then they’re good, and if I interpret them as bad, then they’re bad. I have no right to invalidate yours with a pithy “Get over it,” and vice versa.
As far as Stoid goes, I suppose one might get the impression from this post that she really cares about people . . . if you’ve never read another one of her posts. Stoid doesn’t care about people. She’s as much as said so. She considers people a virus that are destroying the Earth.
This is a woman who, when notified that many native Alaskans support oil drilling and development because they’re jobless and could use the economic activity, said straight out that she doesn’t care fuck-all what Alaskans want, and doesn’t care about their problems.
This is a woman who tried to convince people that evil doesn’t exist because if you torture and murder a baby it can’t feel anything anymore.
If anything, her rant is thinly-disguised self-directed criticism, since she’s also admitted that despite her oh-so-deeply-help values, she can’t be bothered to live up to them. It’s too hard. You know, like believing in animal rights but doing absolutely nothing to improve the conditions of animals, or giving up meat or animal products. Or touting environmentalism and bitching about pollution, but living in Los Angeles, for Christ’s sake, and not giving up any of the creature comforts, therefore allowing her to use more power in a year than some Third World countries.
Sorry, but here’s a big fucking smack with the Clue Stick: People get unhappy. It happens, and it’s a perfectly valid feeling. Telling someone, “Cheer up, you aren’t dead and don’t live in Rwanda,” is about the LEAST fucking useful way of dealing with it. Especially when that advice comes from a hypocritical, hysterical turd like Stoid.