>>305856Stress is a very weird thing indeed. I was in denial about this as doctors kept trying to steer me towards the topic and yeah.
As time goes on my body is getting more sensitive even if my mind rejects the idea.
Panic attacks started happening. My body starting to basically shut down and killing itself for (to me) seemingly no reason.
It's a lot of things that added up over time I guess. Me… or my mind is already numb to a lot of the bad stuff that happens, but I guess subconsciously my body still takes damage.
Not much else I can ad unfortunately as I don't know what to do about it yet either.
>>305857It's because that is the easiest thing to do. Spinning my wheels in my head, like I used to be an avid daydreamer… some might say maladaptive.
I'm unable to take action for the most part. Not even things that would benefit me unless I'm forced by circumstance.
Pain becomes unbearable enough I might go to the doctor once or twice and give up until it gets even worse if I don't find a solution.
Sometimes, rarely I find a short spark I grasp and do something for a bit, impulse buy supplies for a hobby I wanted to try for ages, then let it gather dust forever because the spark is gone.
Repeat that enough times and you'll be paralyzed from the thought of even trying something new again as the layers of dust on everything haunt you.
Typing here takes little more energy than thinking in my head. I'm anonymously posting, so who cares really? But the reward is disproportionate to the minor effort.
I get to enjoy others contributions to the thoughts I'm having already. Perhaps someday one will result in a spark that leads me to a real solution.
>>305858We are oddly similar in many ways. As fate would have it I also had a hypertensive emergency a year and half ago.
It motivated me a bit initially, but eventually I realized all efforts amounted to nothing, and with basically noone in my life, no future etc. I just slid back to old habits.
One would think being made very aware of ones mortality would help with leading a more eventful life full of action and pursuit of ones desires/dreams etc. but I just found that I have no such things.
It might sound stupid to say, but I'm hardly attached to anything, and every time I try to pursue something it is a futile attempt at trying to force an interest, force that connection.
Yeah the pandemic event and all things surrounding it have changed the world forever. It really feels like the curtain call was made long ago and now a lot of people have gone mask off, the world marching towards the inevitable.
I'll be honest I'm scared. I had many negative experiences with medical professionals in those years as I refused to take the cure. I mean… I was a NEET at the time, barely ever left my room why would I bother, right?
My aunt got a brain clot and a heart attack shortly after taking it too. Still paralyzed on her left side.
Sort of a DISCLAIMER though. Especially in light of the "why don't you use this energy on something" remark. I really hope my posts don't come across as trying to sound edgy, or feeling like I'm "cool" saying any of this, about the lack of attachments etc.
I'm not happy with this. I'm lamenting my situation.
I've tried every normie meme possible, I'm turning 30 in spring and I physically feel and know with certainty that my supposed "best years" are far behind me.
The past leads to the present and sadly predicts the future.
I have found nothing I really enjoy, nothing I could latch on to, nothing worth spending my life on. Days go by faster than hours used to and now I can blink entire months away despite having a job fortunately enough.
Much suffering is on the horizon due to my inability to pursue anything. My lack of desire to even do so.
Surely some mental illness can explain it all, but I tried some of the pills they gave as well. Nothing works. I've read all the normie self help books too, tried many religions to an extent as well.
Crying and posting all this into the "void" in a sense here helps now at 2:13 AM a bit. Alleviates the pain just a tad. At these cursed hours of the day when my thoughts tend to spiral until my head hurts. Same old patterns, same old torment with no solution.
Feels like I'm bound from every direction and no matter where I pull or flail I'm just jerked back to the same spot by a hundred chains after the slightest movement.
At least while I type I'm still.