Racism. Sexism. Classism.
Racism. Sexism. Classism.
Okie dokes :)
Thank you and good luck with staying okay with who you are at the moment—that's a better state of being than many others with depression can claim. For whatever reason, I do keep hanging in, though I agree, for a person suffering from depression, that's one of the most aggravating phrases a person could hear, aside…
I'd love to know why the REENACTMENT was filmed in Vaseline-O-Vision in 1994.
The best description I've ever seen of these feelings comes from David Foster Wallace who sadly committed suicide himself:
Yah, it would be nice if mental illness was appropriate handled here in the US. We stigmatize it was too much and make it hard to get treatment.
Well said. As someone struggling with severe depression since age 9 (I'm almost 40) it's REALLY frustrating when people who have no experience spout off bullcrap...
As someone who not only is currently suffering from major depression, which began thanks to a chronic pain condition and was exacerbated by the recent death of my mother, and is a member of a family with a history of suicide (a cousin committed suicide only last year), I can say I've had my fair share of suicidal…
Thanks Stillfedup. I actually have had a "diagnosis" for many years, the problem is the treatment. No offense to any of my doctors at all, but these pill cocktails seem so arbitrary and all have proven ineffective so far. It's actually kind of hilarious when you press doctors for more info on the benefits of a given…
I have lived with Bipolar Disorder (Technically Bipolar II) my entire life. Up until the age of 35 I "enjoyed" more manic periods of time rather than depressive episodes. I say "enjoyed" because I never had full blown mania, just periods of insomnia and intense creativity and restlessness. I would take that any day…
Yeah, I'm with you there...succumbing to mental illness is really no more selfish different than succumbing to any other terrible, painful illness. It may be hard to explain/digest/fathom, but selfish is not a word I would throw in there.
If you've never been to that point, your textbook psyhco babble hold no relevance here. I, myself, have been at that point twice in my life, and that's all you see as the answer. There's no hope and no light at the end of the tunnel. To his family and those who knew him personally, may see it as a selfish act because…
Cool, yeah, I'd say just keep trying, that's why it's so hard to find that ideal significant other, because you have to sift through a lot of meh till you get to the wow. The reason I had suggested the strap on was also because I've known lesbian couples who are doing great, so, why not guys too? Also the fact that…
Reminds me of the dude who would absolutely shout "OH FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!" directly into my ear whilst coming. It fucking scared the shit out of me the first time! I was not expecting the loud noises.
Thank you! Reading this (and some of the other comments) has made me feel a lot better about things. Now I want to go get laid! Well, at least head in that direction...
Oooo! I did something really bad once involving a screamer.
My dog just died. To say she was my best friend doesn't do justice to the bond we shared. I know dogs don't live forever. I know she was sick. I know she had a great life. I thought I had prepared for her death, I had no idea it would feel like this.
Lots of little kids don't cry when they fall. The ones who do are usually the ones with hypervigilant parents who rush over screaming whenever little Francis trips over a pebble.
I had one recently!
OH MY SWEET JESUS! I strongly urge you all to click this link. http://www.amazon.com/Rainbow-Party-…