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  • Going to the psychiatrist and getting medicated 💊

    Happened a year ago, after i almost made an attempt on my life, my parents took me to a doctor that gave me a couple of meds that i've been taking ever since.

    They made me feel nauscious and ill at first, but a couple of weeks after, i felt refreshed, i was sleeping well, and i was (slowly) feeling better emotionally.

    I'm fine now, and my dosis is now minimal compared to what i started with. Now i have a better support group and meds if my body decides not to produce the necessary neuro-chemicals i need to endure the hardships of life. 🧠 (Seriously, the human body is sometimes really stupid).

    • I'm thrilled you've made it to a good place! Getting help can be tough - so many people just don't - and I'm glad your parents were able to help you get rolling on that.

      Nothing wrong with better living through (responsible) chemistry if your own neurochemical reserves are stingy.

  • Started dating for the first time, experiencing genuine love for the first time, and breaking up and experience genuine sorrow for the first time about two years ago.

    And cats. I adopted cats.

    • Genuine sorrow hurts, but my god if it isn't a fascinating and powerful state. It's 100% transformative, in a good way, if you allow it to be. Sorrow and the journey back, imo, is a vital trial in human development, all the more interesting because it's truly universal. The risk is so hardening yourself against pain that it's detrimental, the prize is a deeper capacity for empathy.

      To love, and to lose, and to find your way back to love again - it doesn't feel this way in the slough of despond*, but on the other end and with some time it's a beautiful thing.

      (*General statement - if you want to think more on this whole transformative experience thing in general, you could do worse than reading The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan. If you're vehemently anti-Christian you'll need to replace Yahweh, Sky Wizard (tm) with your own conceptions, but the allegory itself still provides some palatable food for thought)

  • Something has always been wrong with my brain. When I was a kid it was called "ADD", somewhere along the line they added an "H". Various medications were tried when I was younger to try and combat this, but they either didn't help or would cause other more serious problems. As a kid nobody had to tell me not to do drugs, because the drugs given to me made me feel terrible and I couldn't understand why anyone would WANT to feel like that. A little later on in life I got drunk a few times, and that wasn't fun either.

    A few years ago, my wife got her medical marijuana card. Because my wife and I are two halves of a whole idiot, whatever she tries I'm going to try as well. She gave me a gummy with 10mg of THC in it.

    Suddenly, I could decide what to pay attention to.

    That seems minor, doesn't it? But I want you to imagine: you've struggled with everything for your entire life. You have to force yourself to do anything at all, even if it's interesting. And then one day a beautiful woman gives you a small piece of candy and it's like a switch was closed, and now I could just decide what to focus on. Laundry? Washed, dried, folded, and put up. I can keep the house clean. I can focus on things at work. And the really cool part, is I don't have to take so much that I'm high to get the power of divine focus.

    In fact, I don't have to take it at all, because one of the things I like to do is figure out how stuff works, and it's worse when I'm high. One night I decided to sit down and look inwards to see if I could make my mind cooperate with me without needing THC, and I was able to. I can sort of function as a contributing member of society now. I haven't missed a bill for years. My credit score went from 500 something to mid 700s. I don't get mad at stupid stuff anymore. My home life was pretty good before, but now my wife and I get along so well that if I were to tell everyone how we are with each other, it would sound made up because it's too good to be true.

  • Adopting a cat. I don't know how I managed to live without her.

    Getting a social worker.

    • They're like small, bratty but loveable children you don't need to start a college fund for. Definitely game changers for many.

      I'm glad your were able to get assistance from a social worker, no matter what the circumstances were.

      • Dodo isn't even all that bratty. She has her own baggage. We just fit together well.

        And seriously the social worker! Without them I wouldn't have moved, I wouldn't have household help for being chronically ill and currently they are fighting tooth and nail to get my name legally changed. Among with all the other everyday red tape germany is so fond of. And there's still loads more to address eventually.

  • Starting to meditate

    • Thank you for the reminder that I need to get back to the mat. At very least, I can say for myself that even aftet dropping the habit, the skill of stopping, recognizing a feeling or thought I'm having, and just observing it before letting it dictate my actions has been so. fucking. helpful. And hasn't gone away yet, thank god!

      Would love to hear about your practice and what it has changed for you, if you feel like talking about that.

  • My wife told me she'd leave me if I kept drinking and driving so i.... dropped that removed 🤣 sorry honeybuns, but BEER COMES FIRST 🍺🥴🍺

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