Depression

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Have kind of self-destructed over the past couple of weeks. Have already just been feeling down and in a rut and still struggling to find a point to anything. Then losing my cat Sansa just sent things straight to hell. Hadn't showered in a couple of weeks, wasted 6 home delivery meals I'd had because I just couldn't be fucked to cook, have spent way too much money on take out food and have gained back a shitload of weight because I've been eating 3-5000 calories a day of mostly junk because I just haven't cared anymore. House was turning into a mess, behind on dishes, behind on laundry, yard looked like shit. Had a lot of dark thoughts start coming back, the most prominent being that I should just hand my other cat Arya over to my ex. She would be back with Bruce again, who my ex took, since they were very good playmates while he was still here. Then I'd be free of any commitments to anyone else, finally, and could go put myself down in peace.

Everything culminated in a trip to the grocery store resulting in $100 worth of pure garbage. Plowed a cup of donut holes just on the drive home, came back with a tub of frosting, sugar cookies, chocolate cheesecake bites, a bunch of candy bars, buttercream filled muffins, stuff to make smores tacos, a pouch of icing, oh and a couple of salad kits because I should probably eat some kind of meal at some point in there. Sucked down the whole icing pouch last night and just went to bed early because every part of me just felt like shit. Been staying up 'til 5am for the past week because I don't want to sleep since it just makes me sad, then waking up between 8-10am. Been doing pretty much nothing but mindless grinding in EQ, so I can just turn my brain off and forget the world.

Today, finally tried to rejoin the living a bit. My house, my living room especially, is pretty much barren of decoration and probably looks like a psych ward. I seem to be missing whatever trait women are supposed to have for home making. But decided to order some tables for the living room so I can have a place to display Sansa's memorial, as well as my dog, Furlough's. Added bonus is it also covers up the exposed back and side of my couch that's supposed to be in a corner, I guess, and just looks ghetto and shitty. I'd like to think I had some design sense on this one, as I think it looks pretty good (and it even matches the lvp flooring). Got the tables put together, put up the memorials, vacuumed the living room and moved the cat carriers out (they'd been just sitting in the middle of the floor since we came back from taking Sansa for her appointment), washed Sansa's bed and blankets, as well as Arya's blankets in her little sleeping basket. Mowed the lawn just before it stormed, got a much needed shower, did my laundry, doing my bed sheets, and finally took out the trash that had been piling up.

I still haven't put away Sansa's feeding station yet. I just don't have the heart to do it now, but maybe soon. I still need to gather up all her vet invoices from the past couple months and submit claims for them. Hopefully my insurance doesn't continue to be worthless assholes and maybe I get at least some reimbursement, as financially this whole thing has hit really hard. A few weeks ago, my mom came up and helped me raid the Goodwill and got some nice pictures and artwork to put up around the house, so will try to get off my ass and get those on the wall as well. Started journaling and reading my stupid ass daily affirmations again. I feel fucking retarded, but maybe they help subtly? I don't know.

Shit fucking sucks lately, but I'm trying.

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I'm sorry about your cat. Have you tried talking to your guy in NY? Hope that is still a thing for you.

Depression is always sitting in the corner waiting to come back. When you feel it coming on, that's where you need to have things to channel that negative energy into. Go for a walk. Make something. Break something you want to get rid of. Etc. Just cling to anything that will keep you active and moving and keep going until the grief and hurt subside. If your feelings are making you do harmful shit to yourself, take a break from them and come back when you are ready.

Loss is part of life. It's part of the price for caring about others. Your life was fuller for having had a pet. Your memories of her will remain as long as you mind does. Hunker down through the grief. With time you will adjust to the change, and those memories will provide more warmth than sadness. Affirmations that provide insight can be useful. If you aren't getting that, then maybe look elsewhere.
 
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but I'm trying.
This is the important part. You can't fix everything. Just try to make one thing better than it was yesterday.
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Ended up getting back to citalopram. Feel like a fucking failure. I'm fucking tired.
We're all failures at different points in our lives and all at the same time. It sounds like you're going through a very hard time. Maybe it's best just to accept yourself for where you are right now and just be okay with the fact that shit is shitty right now. It's okay to be sad and to feel disappointed in the way things have gone in life. I feel that way often and it helps me balance whatever it is that I need to do in the present. And right now, maybe you just need some citalopram and rest. Your body is telling you what it needs, give it a listen =)

 
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Ishad

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Ended up getting back to citalopram. Feel like a fucking failure. I'm fucking tired.
Progress isn’t linear. You did what you needed to do preserve your mental health during a tough time.

Also, recognizing it and taking the steps to address it (even though you don’t like them) is still progress.
 
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Ended up getting back to citalopram. Feel like a fucking failure. I'm fucking tired.
As has been mentioned, things aren't always linear. Not even day/week/month is a win, sometimes not even every year. If you know what helps you get through the crap until you can start to make progress again there's no shame in doing what you know should help. The fact that you still seem to know "which way is up" and know you want to be there means you haven't failed, you've just been set back.
Regroup, reorient, then start moving again.

I've been going thought some of this lately, got bad enough over the last week that my wife openly asked me about it and started poking at what was bothering me, then what was REALLY bothering me, made me dig a little on it, which I do appreciate her for. Different for me, as for me it's just a number of crappy things about life in general, some I can possibly affect (job situiation), many I can't (us never being able to have kids and the long term affect that has on one's life) . Sometimes I feel like I can attack the problems, sometimes I feel stalled or unmotivated, some days I feel like I'm struggling not to break down. On the down times, I try to remember to get back to what I know, what I can do, what I can control, and where I can make forward progress, even if it's tiny.
 
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Ended up getting back to citalopram. Feel like a fucking failure. I'm fucking tired.
What have you failed at? Being human? Doesn't sound like it. Life is chaos and entropy. It can and will run roughshod over your hopes and plans at whim. Breathe. Reassess the situation you are left with. Start over from there. Focus on what you need to keep going. Focus on who and what you are continuing for. You are still alive. You are still loved. One step at a time.
 

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What have you failed at? Being human? Doesn't sound like it. Life is chaos and entropy. It can and will run roughshod over your hopes and plans at whim. Breathe. Reassess the situation you are left with. Start over from there. Focus on what you need to keep going. Focus on who and what you are continuing for. You are still alive. You are still loved. One step at a time.
I failed at not being back on meds again. I really didn't want to, but it's hard for me to keep arguing against it when over and over I can't seem to just get better through my own efforts. I at least argued for the citalopram and not the prozac that was recommended, since I've at least been on the former before and didn't have any side effects, so seemed the more comfortable option. I don't want to become yet another stupid, crazy cunt with SSReyes.
 

moonarchia

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I failed at not being back on meds again. I really didn't want to, but it's hard for me to keep arguing against it when over and over I can't seem to just get better through my own efforts. I at least argued for the citalopram and not the prozac that was recommended, since I've at least been on the former before and didn't have any side effects, so seemed the more comfortable option. I don't want to become yet another stupid, crazy cunt with SSReyes.
Needing meds isn't a failure. You know what the risk is, and you will be vigilant.
 

Ishad

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I failed at not being back on meds again. I really didn't want to, but it's hard for me to keep arguing against it when over and over I can't seem to just get better through my own efforts. I at least argued for the citalopram and not the prozac that was recommended, since I've at least been on the former before and didn't have any side effects, so seemed the more comfortable option. I don't want to become yet another stupid, crazy cunt with SSReyes.
Meds aren’t inherently the enemy. They’re just another tool, it’s when you get into a loop of “just throw some more pills at it” instead of treating the underlying problem.

I had to get back on some fast acting anti-anxiety meds because of some work shit that was going on. I wasn’t going to be able to break down the situation without crashing out when I was in it and needed some support from the meds. Now that I’m through it and shit is calm again I can ditch the meds and start focusing on what sent me spiraling in the first place and how to adjust my life so I’m more resilient when it comes back.

Small consistent steps for long term gains. You wouldn’t go to the gym, work out furiously for a week and expect to get swole. Just keep showing up for you and keep trying to do a little better.
 
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2026 has been the worst year for me, bar none, ever. I could get into why but it would probably be a slog to both write and read. Maybe I can give some sort of short version here. Enjoy, folks who get off on my not doing well (if there are any at this point).

Lost my license about two months ago due to a $5500 bill from the Department of Transportation that went unpaid because it's fucking fifty five hundred dollars for some tolls. I'd rather set money on fire, at least then I have something fun to look at. They slapped a non-renewal on me and that was that. Turns out the actual toll amount was in the neighborhood of $1500 and was from a car I haven't had since 2019. The rest was tacked-on late fees. I offered to pay the original amount without the late fees, I offered to do a payment plan, the DoT just rejected everything. I filed appeals citing medical hardship, with my doctor writing a letter than I have health conditions that prevent me from paying an exorbitant amount of this nature, they rejected those appeals too.

Now, I could have gone and taken out a loan, or otherwise made the money and paid them. I should have done that. However, thought I could just appeal my way out of it with doctor support. The DoT doesn't want to get sued, and from everything I've heard, they handwave through medical appeals. I started filing appeals the minute I started getting these notices about non-renewal, about four months before the license actually lapsed. Well, every time you file an appeal with the DoT, they make you wait about 60 days for a result. So every two months they reject another appeal, with no reason given. Actually, one of the rejection letters said it was due to my EZ Pass account currently not being up to date, which is a technicality for an appeal to be considered. It was at -$4 at that particular time, on that particular week. I put a hundred on it every two weeks or so and that's plenty 95% of the time, so they caught me during a rare time where it wasn't quite enough.

Getting a medical hardship appeal letter from a doctor stating that I'm basically handicapped (he may have overstated a bit on my behalf, shhhh) and rejecting it over $4 is pretty low, even for a government agency. I've never been treated worse by ANY bank or corporation than I've been by the government this year. It is actually shocking how bad it is. I tried to get a hearing to speak to an actual person who could override everything, and they're like "we'll call you some time in the next 90 days, and if you don't answer then we will send a letter informing you that you have to resubmit your request". Some time in the next 90 days? I can't just make an appointment for 30 days from now or something?

So all of this reached a head two months ago when I lost my license and couldn't get to work anymore. Was about to take two weeks off anyway (for the first time in years) so I rolled with it. Figured I'd lose the license and it'd take more time to work things out. Spent weeks on the phone working on this. Didn't have much of a vacation at all. Still haven't been able to get back to work. After about a month my bills started falling behind. At the month and a half mark I had a bank threatening to repo my car if I didn't give them $1100 (one month's payment plus a huge fucking property tax bill for the government, further increasing my hate for the government). So I gave up on that point and took out a massive, predatory loan for $7500 to pay the toll bill and get everything else caught up. 31% APR. WTF.

The loan company then took $800 off the top as an "origination fee" or something to that effect, which sucks because I needed every penny of that. So more stuff fell behind because they stole $800 off the top that I have to pay back. Was a 31% APR not enough? Holy fuck. They have to take more right from the get go on top of that? I borrow $6800 and have to pay back $7500 even if I paid it back immediately.

And yet I'd rather deal with a predatory loan company than deal with the Department of Transportation any more. I'm still waiting on a hearing I requested in early May.

I basically have to get back to work before the end of June or I lose everything, and will need to essentially be doing something money-generating 24/7 for that month just to get caught up. So I paid the damn tolls. This was two weeks ago. It took two weeks for the DoT to process the payment and let me renew my license. TWO WEEKS. They said it can take up to three weeks. Now that the hold is lifted, I go to renew the license and they tell me I have to make an appointment for that. All of their appointments are booked seven days in advance. So I book an appointment for seven days from now (WE ARE HERE) and the fucking waiting continues. Even once I GET an appointment it'll take another week for the license to arrive in the mail, though I might be able to get a temporary license while I'm there. All things considered it looks like I won't get back to work until at least June 20th or so, possibly even the last week of June. And will be in a ridiculous time crunch to pay my July bills, much less even get started on the extremely predatory loan I have to pay back, that will probably have me enslaved for large payments every month forever (I made the mistake of picking the "3 year option" and paying 300/mo instead of the "5 year option" and paying 230/mo...as if it's gonna be fucking paid off in either of those timeframes at that APR).

My plan is to get everything caught up and then just start throwing money at the loan until I get rid of it, while also continuing to work on getting a reimbursement from the DoT using medical appeals (the reimbursement will entirely go straight back to the loan, which will pay off about two thirds of it at that point). However, I'm tired. I'm very tired. I barely have anything in me at this point. I've got some sort of PTSD going on from this whole thing, I can barely have conversations with people, and I got back on the drugs when everything went south. That last one is a real problem. I can't get off of them. It's like fucking fly paper. All I can do is try to replace them with more benign/weaker pharmaceutical drugs. Tramadol has been the go-to for that, but it's so weak that I pretty much feel withdrawal-sick all the time even on that. It's tolerable sick, at least. Eventually stress gets to me and I go back on hard stuff.

On top of all this, my cat is old and rickety. He's 17. He should have probably been put down by now. I was trimming a fur clump off of him and accidentally cut some skin off. Didn't even know I was hurting him because he didn't make any noise, just his usual squirming that he was doing the whole time. Actually, not entirely sure about that. He might have already had an injury there and that's why there was a fur clump, it was dried blood or something. I don't know. All I know is that after I trimmed off the fur clump, I found a cut underneath that looked like it might have been from me. It still has a giant scab on it a month later. Definitely gonna be a scar. So I feel terrible about that.

He keeps peeing on things he isn't supposed to. Happens about twice a week. That started the last month. So I get home to an apartment that smells like a homeless man has been peeing in it. Sometimes I catch him in the act and can either stop him or clean up after him. Other times I don't, and can't even isolate where the pee is because the whole place smells like it. At least he hasn't peed on my $1200 Purple mattress, which would be ruined and which I can't replace. I ordered a pee-proof bed covering as soon as he started doing this, so I can put that on it when I'm not around. And no, closing off the bedroom isn't an option, the bathroom/litter box comes off of it and I'm sure as fuck not putting that into the kitchen or living room. He turns everything around the litter box into a disaster area every day.

So I ordered the pee-proof blanket thing a month ago and it still hasn't arrived. It's stuck in customs or something. I'm so fucking sick of ordering things and then finding out they're coming from overseas and then they always take weeks. Especially Canada. The tracking shows no progress on that and I'm gonna need it in a week when I go back to work. It cost me $48 and is useless to me if it doesn't get here by then because I'll need to go to Petco or something and buy another one, which is what I should have done in the first place - but, you know, no car. The customer support email (to cancel the order) is defunct and bounces emails. LOL. I guess I'll have to eat that $48 or put it on ebay whenever it gets here in August or whatever the fuck.

Every time the cat pees on something, I weigh taking him to be put down. He's managed to avoid rolling a 6 on the 1d6 I mentally roll every time. That's the chance he has of being put down. The problem with that is it costs $300 and I can't afford that right now with everything else going on. So I have a peeing cat, a bed I can't protect from him, no money to put him down, no desire to put him down as I've had him since he was a tiny baby.

Hell, after all of this shit, if I wasn't depressed it'd mean I'm some sort of robot. Literally nothing goes my way, even minor things that should be a snap end up taking two hours or having a poor outcome. Hell I went to return some shoes I ordered that were the wrong size and the store I (physically, they had no stock) ordered them from couldn't find any record of my order so they refused to give me a refund, despite remembering me being there and making the order. It just seems like everywhere I go there's some snag or ridiculousness that happens. Oh, I didn't even get into my family drama:

My mom basically turned her back on me in early April because she kept saying Trump rapes children on Epstein Island, and wouldn't listen to any of my corrections. It's alright to disagree on policy and so forth but when someone is accusing him of being a literal demon, there isn't really much reason to have any further discussion on the matter at that point. Weird thing is, he's constantly doing things that she's been saying we needed to do for DECADES, like get rid of illegal migrants. She's basically a republican and wants abortion banned outright. She's further to the right than I am, but she hates Trump. Weirder still is that she wanted him back when Biden was around, and in early 2025 she was all "lets give him a chance" and whatnot. Now she's like "HE DRINKS BLOOD OF CHILDREN IN OCCULT RITUALS"

I used to teach martial arts, for many years in fact, mostly to women and kids. So I spent a lot of time teaching them how to defend themselves (get a gun or run away, respectively, is their best option, but yeah). Teaching kids how to fight off / get away from predators is probably the one good thing I've ever done in my life. So when my own mom tells me "you support a child predator" it's a bridge way too fucking far. I told her she better not tell me something like that ever again, or tell me that the guy rapes children. Like I pointed at her, finger right in her face, and told her to never do that again. She then freaked out and accused me of being violent, and didn't want to see me again. So this happened shortly before I lost the license. She was supposed to help me out with that whole situation if the worst case scenario happened, which it did, and she didn't.

She has a therapist who used to be my therapist, this Jewish guy who is a major cheerleader so I stopped seeing him. Well, he's totally in the tank with her, except he's far left. He also thinks that the president rapes kids on islands and totally backs up everything she says. At one point I asked if we could both meet with her therapist so he could maybe get across to her why I have a problem with her behavior, and she was like "he doesn't want to speak to you". What the fuck?

Anyway we started talking again in the past month, but it's only like once a week if that. I'm super depressed about not having her around. There were two people I really relied on in life to be sane and be there for me, my longtime on and off girlfriend/best friend and my mom. The first one killed herself a couple years ago due to alcoholism and the second one got body-snatched by fucking bolsheviks. In a real dark place now.

Long story short, despite therapists often being bullshit, I need some sort of therapist who is normal and won't be secretly cheering for my collapse because I'm a white male who is at odds with them. I also still need some sort of drug rehabilitation program because I keep saying that dragon and then eventually winding my way back over to it because I have nothing to replace it with. Every time I do it's worse than the one before. When I quit drugs I manage to stay off of them and have willpower, even if I feel like shit. Then eventually all of the goddamn stress and "everything going wrong" becomes too much and I go back to the drugs and feel WAY BETTER for a week or two, only to crash again when the addiction gets too strong (becomes more hindrance than help) and I make myself knock it off yet again.

I only have so much energy to go around and my year's supply is spent. The only thing keeping me from suicide is not wanting to upset family and friends, and also the need to file lawsuits*. That's quite literally it. Also not having any good, quick way to with the lack of guns here. Hanging is probably the only quick way to go and with that you have to deal with that super unpleasant minute or so where you realize you've made a terrible mistake and actually CAN fix your life, or could have, but instead you pussied out. Who wants to go through that?

Ideally someone robs me at gunpoint and afterwards I regain my positive energy and zest for life, like in Fight Club. Or they just shoot, provided it's a kill shot. I'd hold the barrel right on my own forehead to make sure it is. Almost got hit by a speeding car a few weeks ago and felt absolutely nothing. In a dark place, as I said.

Good way to find a therapist who isn't a fucking weirdo like the guy mentioned in the family drama above? Because holy shit that guy has not helped.

* I'm also going to probably get a lawsuit going against the DoT, even if they reimburse me. Never sued anybody, never wanted to sue anybody. However I lost six weeks of income because of them, to not even get into all of the uber bills and general "pain and suffering" caused. Have serious anxiety now and recurrent chest pains/tightness. Making a cardiologist appointment this week. The whole thing WAS my fault at first, but once I got medical appeals filed and had those ignored (like over FOUR DOLLARS) it stopped being about me and started being abusive on their part. Which is what I'm suing them for.