Depression. It's a silent killer.

The mornings are starting earlier and earlier. The end of the pain is in sight. Thank you all for listening to me bitch over the last year. It would have been worse without having a place to vent a little.

Be safe out there.
Love you
For the time I've been following this thread, you've never once said anything that could be interpreted as "bitching". You have been dealing with stressors that, even after a brief experience, wear down ones constitution. I have to say kitty, I honestly admire your strength and your continued compassion and empathy for others. I honestly wish I could give you a hug for those aspects alone.

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How is everyone doing today? I woke up exhausted and in pain, as always. The gloomy weather is making my pain and fatigue worse, and is causing sadness. I did some SAD light therapy, but it didn't help much today. I hope that everyone is doing alright!
Gods I hate that. Hope you’re having a better day today.
 
For the time I've been following this thread, you've never once said anything that could be interpreted as "bitching". You have been dealing with stressors that, even after a brief experience, wear down ones constitution. I have to say kitty, I honestly admire your strength and your continued compassion and empathy for others. I honestly wish I could give you a hug for those aspects alone.

B
Virtual hugs are an acceptable alternative. 🫂🫂
 
Morning. Spent the evening with my oldest son last night. A rare one on one that I truly enjoyed even though we were both very tired. Keep the ones that give you relief close. They are gold when the demons get close.
Be safe out there.
Love you.
 
As a long time sufferer of depression and anxiety, with a sprinkling of PTSD, Im happy to see that this thread is a safe place for people to talk and support one another.

I've found when my depression gets worse, I feel, Invisible or Ignored.

I've always noticed, I'm the guy most people like, but not enough to be included in things. Almost like ive been friendzoned by the whole world

However I find I end up writing poetry (of a sort), it seems to occupy my mind enough to survive the day, with the help of the meds.

I thought id share my latest.

It isn’t that the room is empty.
It’s that you feel edited out of it.

Voices pass through you
like radio signals skipping a station,
laughter bends around you
as if you’re made of glass
or something even less solid.

You sit among people
like a ghost who hasn’t earned a haunting,
watching hands touch, eyes meet,
names spoken aloud
that never quite shape themselves into yours.

Depression is a quiet magician.
It doesn’t make you disappear
it just convinces you
that everyone agreed you already had.

So you shrink.
You dim.
You fold yourself into smaller and smaller versions
until even your own reflection hesitates,
like it’s not sure you’re still there.

And the cruelest part
is how believable it feels

this story
that you are background noise,
a forgotten extra
in a life that keeps moving without you.

But somewhere, stubborn and flickering,
there’s a truth that refuses to vanish:

Invisible things still exist.
Air. Gravity. Pulse.

You are here.

Even if the world hasn’t said your name loudly enough yet.
 
As a long time sufferer of depression and anxiety, with a sprinkling of PTSD, Im happy to see that this thread is a safe place for people to talk and support one another.

I've found when my depression gets worse, I feel, Invisible or Ignored.

I've always noticed, I'm the guy most people like, but not enough to be included in things. Almost like ive been friendzoned by the whole world

However I find I end up writing poetry (of a sort), it seems to occupy my mind enough to survive the day, with the help of the meds.

I thought id share my latest.

It isn’t that the room is empty.
It’s that you feel edited out of it.

Voices pass through you
like radio signals skipping a station,
laughter bends around you
as if you’re made of glass
or something even less solid.

You sit among people
like a ghost who hasn’t earned a haunting,
watching hands touch, eyes meet,
names spoken aloud
that never quite shape themselves into yours.

Depression is a quiet magician.
It doesn’t make you disappear
it just convinces you
that everyone agreed you already had.

So you shrink.
You dim.
You fold yourself into smaller and smaller versions
until even your own reflection hesitates,
like it’s not sure you’re still there.

And the cruelest part
is how believable it feels

this story
that you are background noise,
a forgotten extra
in a life that keeps moving without you.

But somewhere, stubborn and flickering,
there’s a truth that refuses to vanish:

Invisible things still exist.
Air. Gravity. Pulse.

You are here.

Even if the world hasn’t said your name loudly enough yet.
Lovely poem. Thank you.
 
Two of my co-workers got fired for taking a big jar of pennies from a job site...

I liked both of them and thought they were smarter than that. Needless to say, it's been a crazy day. Now I have to leave all these thoughts and emotions behind so I can go home.
 
Fever and chills last night. Explained why I was so sluggish yesterday. I’m feeling much better so far today but I’m going to talk it easy and rest.
I hope you have the best day you can.
Be safe out there
Love you.
 
Not much going on right now. I’m trying to get outside as much as possible though it’s still a little chilly. Being in the sun helps me a lot.
Have a pleasant Saturday.
Be safe out there.
Love you.
 
Well after 16 years of marriage the last 5 years being sexless my wife Just told me she never loved me didnt even really like me that i was only a hookup that went to far. Man im so lost right now im not going to do anything stupid Just wanted to say it out loud
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Oof. That’s harsh. We’re here if you need to vent.
 
The surgery has been postponed until after I see my cardiologist. I’m disappointed but I get the “cover all the bases” idea.
So I just continue as I have been.
I hope your day goes smoothly.
Be safe out there.
Love you.
 
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