/dep/ - Depression

I just wanna share my story.


Whatdver I did to exit the /dep/ zone (for now, at least) and the endless sadness, it all was… random


Getting a job that has no colleagues, and only one boss? Random "warehouse worker needed" entry in a random find-a-job type app

Fixing my sleep? Accidentally discovered here and there what clothing helps me to sleep/what temp is comfortable/how to treat my AC/there is "background noise for sleep" technique/accidentally discovered this "despression may be caused by ruined sleep, studies suggest" theory…


…and so on.


(example: pajamas with a blanked in the summer = bad, empty bedsheet, a t-shirt and undies - okay)

There are a whole hosts of posts here where we explain how we're dependent upon our parents and how when they die we will die with them, I am starting to think that the lack of money is a real problem.

Additionally, I am 22, but pursuing a worthless degree in IT, I don't know if I'd be able to get a job, I feel like I need to do something immediately to avoid this impending catastrophe. But I don't know what, it's like I have seen the writing on the wall.

And of course I have no other reason to believe that I am better than people here on the contrary I might be inferior, hell, I can't even drive properly, you've probably read a thousand of my posts here lamenting that by now.

Fuck man, I need to do something, upskill or some sort of productivity or self-improooovement shit or something, in the odd case that it might works. But this path is scary as fuck, this is leading straight up towards suicide. I am not as gutsy as other users here, who are fine with the idea of dying, I kind of want to live properly for a minute first before contemplating dying and I don't think I am even capable of suicide.

I don't even get along very well with my parents, we have a weird hate-love relationship where I am dependent upon them because I have no option.

I don't understand how I can be so unlucky, there are millions and millions of people, literally 99% of them just living their lives normally, I don't understand why do I have to be in the bottom 1% of this planet's population.

I feel an urgent need to do something to prevent this ship to colliding with an iceberg but I am just sitting and watching, if things continue this way, this is not going to end well.

But man all the posts here just scare me to no end. Everyone is talking about the problem but no one is really offering any real and followable solutions, this is not going to end well for either of us.

I don't know why I decided to make this post I feel a sheer sense of urgency and helplessness yet all I do is bedrot.

The way one sees his friends going in different directions while he remains behind, trying to figure out his life, can be one hell of a painful experience. When everyone you believed would join you and share a laugh leaves, giving you their best wishes, it makes you feel so lonely. You could have gone to the movies together, attended classes together, and celebrated small wins during difficult times, but now you are just alone. They are busy with their new lives, and you have nothing to be busy with except for the left, abandoned experience. It's like everyone graduated, and you are behind, repeating something you hate, yet you cannot escape this spiral. This makes you feel unwanted, sacrificed, and an outcast, as you do not have the ability to make friends anymore. The ones you made were one in a hundred; compatibility doesn't come easy to you. Loneliness is one hell of a burden; it leaves you almost alone with your crazy thoughts. To move forward, you need strength. You begin to question if you have it, if you can join others, or if you are already out of the race. You begin to question your worth, your situation, your position, and your capacity. These questions paralyze you, render you inert and helpless, leaving you just thinking about which step to take, or if there is any step that would actually be helpful to make a declaration out of this state. It's one of those situations where you would just wish for one push, one small help, one person saying, "Do this, and you'll be moving." It's better than this solitary sorrow state. And that one thing never comes. So you waste time on everything. You spread yourself out hoping to hear something, but it just accumulates noise. These noises end up making you go deaf.

I literally got top employee performance of the year two times in a row for exemplary performanceby corporate (not to mention I do unpaid overtime)

And yet because I don't participate in their coffee room gossip and office bullshit (mind you these people are about 20% as productive as me) they want me to lose my job because I don't "match the energy of the community".

Do I just have to suck it up and kms, before I become homeless? Since without a salary that's going to be within 12 months.

I'm going broke, and I really don't know how to deal with this fact. I went to 4 doctors to treat it, but none of them worked, and no matter how many medications I took, I was never able to overcome this problem. But these only caused me terrible side effects, such as fatigue, weight gain, apathy, a lot of disinterest in everything, and alopecia, but they were never able to attack the impulses. Violence never stops.
Sometimes I blame my family for raising me in such a violent environment, but then I think it's better to bury the past and look forward. But sometimes it is difficult, since it is not about the violence of 10 or 15 years ago, it is about things sometimes from less than a week ago.

I feel like an alcoholic, where instead of keeping a place free of that poison, it is offered to me in all shapes, sizes, colors and flavors.

Everything you see is controlled by algorithms.

The internet algorithms are gang stalking me.

Does anyone ever want to just scream and shout at the world? Whether its frustration for myself or others I find myself having no where to put it. What would you tell people if they would listen to you?

ОК, i just dont get it


My mother keeps calling me at my workplace over the fact my pants look "horrible", "off-putting", and other stuff


I am busting me arse here to earn some money to cover her expenses yet she would start a fucking opera scene over wrong type of pants I am wearing.


Ugh.

For years, I was believing I am an autistic debile with asexuality-like condition, now I realise it was me mum all along, teaching me to be nervous over this or that irrelevant detail here or there - stuff people would normally give no friks about

How do you guys deal with fatigue, if at all. Some days are better but just when you think you're beginning to get a grip again you just wake up and know exactly that you landed back at the bottom of the hole again. Everything is a herculean effort, even typing this out my eye lids are heavy despite being only late afternoon and me having slept for at least 8h last night. No matter what steps I take, sleeping properly, eating better, hell I even started doing some basic exercise every day to get the blood flowing a bit. None of it matters. All of this hard work and it's completely meaningless because I can't seem to get better in a consistent way that matters.
Yet I have to work to live and try my best to finally finish my degree, hopefully before I'm 30 or my university kicks me out. On days like this it's like I've lost 50IQ points and I'm barely functional. I have to keep my living space in a state of acceptable cleanliness. Do any of you guys have any tips on how to make it more bearable?

had a schizophrenic crisis 6 years ago. because of that I lost 6 years of my life and also the second part of my youth. this will never come back and it just ruined my life. there's nothing I can do but be sad about that and cope.
I lost my ability to enjoy things and starting new things. I also lost good years of maybe school or training I could have done and get a job, but now all I can wish now is to have a bad job because it is all what I deserve.
in two years I'll be a wizard and all my dreams have been crushed by the schizophrenic happening.
all these years, wasted and will never comeback. of course some of you may have it worse but to me this happening crushed my soul and made me more depressed than before.