talking to my dad about depression
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There are two types of gays, actually.
It's ok to be the first type, but to be 4chan gay is not okay. Just as to be 4chan straight, 4chan bi or 4chan whatever is not ok.
what about ex-4chan?
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That isn't normal?
It's okay. Everything will be ok. I love you, man
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TL;DR blue did not exist to some people. It still does not in some cultures to some degree. Want more tangible evidence? Torquoise. How many can properly name this color?
What I am getting at. If people lack cultural, vocabulary properties, some things will never even occur to them.
This is the reality of what sapir-whorf was guessing at. The way it's defined is incorrect IIRC, but the real heart of it I think stemmed from this kind of reality of distinction.
The fact people think it's normal and don't realize it's not, especially once they get older simply being unwilling to think otherwise...yeah.
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This is the drawer where I keep my various lengths of wire, and this is the compartment where I keep my crippling depression, fears, and anxiety. For the fucking love of satan don't open that up, I try to forget it exists. The last time I opened it up, it nearly ate me.
No, I'm fine, why do you ask?
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The joke? Life! Haha!
Imagine wanting to be alive. Hilarious
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This comes from the introduction to "Walden, or, Life in the Woods", in which the author gets fed up with modern (1840s) society and fucks off to the woods of Massachusetts for a little over 2 years. During this time he attempted to be fully self-reliant, building his residence from the ground up and eating only what he could hunt or gather. It is emblematic of the American transcendentalism movement, which emphasized connection with nature, self-reliance, and intuitive knowledge of truth. It was, in essence, the Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance of its day, if you're aware of that book.
I read it in high school and I did not think much of it at that time. I think, perhaps, it would find more fertile ground in my thoughts now, were I to revisit it. Certainly in the decades since first reading it, I've become more sympathetic to the idea of pissing off to the woods and minding my own business until I expire.
Can confirm, fucking off from society helps.
Wife and I moved from city life to a rural area with more deer than people back in 2021. In terms of well being, the peace and nature are incredible. I never want to live in a city again.
Couldn’t completely piss off to the woods since we still need groceries, doctor, mechanic, etc., but it’s been rural enough and nobody bothers us. Now I only go into town every 5 or 6 weeks for necessities and get out as quickly as I can. I’ve become something of a hermit, but happier for it.
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Some forms of depression are genetic, so this is "common" but constant suicide ideation is not "normal, functioning, or healthy."
I do have some light form of depression at some constant rate, but never suicidal ideation.
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I hate to be the old dude in these conversations — but yeah… sometimes you just fucking deal. 90% of my life is depression, suicidal ideation, and intrusive thoughts. Ten percent is that I’m the life of the party, the fun guy at work. Honestly, in meetings, when it’s been dark, execs turn to me and say, “Wow, silver lining?”
And I deliver.
So… I don’t complain. I raise a family. I exercise. I see depression as the norm. Why would I think anything else if it is all I have ever known?
And yet of course there are the brief moments of satisfaction when I am doing service for others — which is how I see my work, which makes my life meaningful.
Cure for depression? Ain’t one. But there is service, which is the cure for meaninglessness.
I wish I had a family, maybe life would be worth living.
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I wish I had a family, maybe life would be worth living.
Where are you doing service?
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Parents: I'm depressed. I know what will make this better, putting another person on this planet that has a great likelihood of being as depressed as I am!
The gift of life.
Obviously the father was hoping for death by Snu Snu.
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Narrator:
"You never actually get used to it."I have become
Comfortably numb
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Just like the opposite of addiction is not sobriety but connection, so the opposite of depression is not happiness but vitality.
Because that is what most depression saps out of people - the vitality to do things, to live life, and to give your own life meaning and the strength to forge ahead.
Sometimes people can handle depression on their own. Most of the time, however, help of some sort of help or assistance is needed. Never be afraid or let yourself be shamed for reaching out or accepting help, because we all need help once in a while. As the Good Captain once said, “It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness. That is life.”
And while uncultivated ignorance can still be educated away, beware cultivated ignorance -- these people are maliciously ignorant, and are intentionally trying to hurt you.
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This comes from the introduction to "Walden, or, Life in the Woods", in which the author gets fed up with modern (1840s) society and fucks off to the woods of Massachusetts for a little over 2 years. During this time he attempted to be fully self-reliant, building his residence from the ground up and eating only what he could hunt or gather. It is emblematic of the American transcendentalism movement, which emphasized connection with nature, self-reliance, and intuitive knowledge of truth. It was, in essence, the Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance of its day, if you're aware of that book.
I read it in high school and I did not think much of it at that time. I think, perhaps, it would find more fertile ground in my thoughts now, were I to revisit it. Certainly in the decades since first reading it, I've become more sympathetic to the idea of pissing off to the woods and minding my own business until I expire.
Man, you and I have seriously different takes on Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
I'm fully on board with self reliance and DIY, but that guy was constantly insufferable to his family and friends just to try to make the point
I was reading it and it just annoyed me so I moved over to the audiobook as I often do if I feel I have a bad take on a read, it just made it worse
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Imagine wanting to be alive. Hilarious
Damn, that was horrible.
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what about ex-4chan?
You mean cured gays? They're the best kind of gays
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This is the drawer where I keep my various lengths of wire, and this is the compartment where I keep my crippling depression, fears, and anxiety. For the fucking love of satan don't open that up, I try to forget it exists. The last time I opened it up, it nearly ate me.
No, I'm fine, why do you ask?
wrote last edited by [email protected]At least the crippling depression isn't mixed up with the wire. A functional organisation system isn't a substitute for a will to live, but an inability to find the right tools would certainly not help
Edit: I am also extremely fine, and I am wishing us both all the best on that front; I hope that some day, you are able to be better than fine.
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During the pandemic quarantine, I took up the guitar, but unlike most Covid hobbies, I've stuck with it, and gotten pretty good.
Getting good at something difficult results in great feelings, as you can imagine, but I wasn't prepared for how much better it made me feel. My self-esteem and confidence went through the roof, and made me realize that I've probably been operating under a low-grade depression for my entire life.
Sometimes we're depressed and don't even know it. You come to accept that it's just how you feel, and that's your life. You don't even know it can be better, until it is.
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I wish I had a family, maybe life would be worth living.
You can make a family with friends and neighbors and helping out some organizations/volunteers doing things you care about. As you surround yourself with folks who share your interests, the family aspect takes shape.
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Where are you doing service?
I'm sorry, I couldn't understand what you mean by "service", English is not my native language. I'm not in the army or religiously celibate, I was just given a pretty bad hand of card by life. Too dumb to find a good job, too ugly to find a wife.
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I hate to be the old dude in these conversations — but yeah… sometimes you just fucking deal. 90% of my life is depression, suicidal ideation, and intrusive thoughts. Ten percent is that I’m the life of the party, the fun guy at work. Honestly, in meetings, when it’s been dark, execs turn to me and say, “Wow, silver lining?”
And I deliver.
So… I don’t complain. I raise a family. I exercise. I see depression as the norm. Why would I think anything else if it is all I have ever known?
And yet of course there are the brief moments of satisfaction when I am doing service for others — which is how I see my work, which makes my life meaningful.
Cure for depression? Ain’t one. But there is service, which is the cure for meaninglessness.
You can get meds for this. If you're on them and this is where you're at, I'm sorry. But I was like you. I could function.
Then I needed meds for something else, and they stuck me on Wellbutrin, which can be perscribed to address depression or my other issue.
I came back to the doc and she asked if it had helped with my other problem. "Nope, but can I stay on?"
"Why?"
"Uh, turns out wanting to be hit by a bus isn't normal, and I had just assumed it was, and had no idea I was dealing with that constant mental hellhole until it went away."
She let me stay on the Wellbutrin.
