B2_Spirit
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- Dec 11, 2021
Depression to me was always reactive. It means some fundamental need(s) of the psyche are not being met. In my case, my needs were freedom, creativity, stability, coming to terms with a shitty childhood and self-actualization.
Taking steps to meet those needs helped lift me out of long-term depression and I'm doing good now. The world's kinda fucked right now, but I'm doing good. I started by ditching my alcoholic mother's house and my unfulfilling job and becoming self-employed, working on things I wanted to work on. It took time, a decade, to gain the skills, but I never used any drugs or counselling because I knew those things couldn't help, since my problem was that I needed to just act to change my circumstances. Some pills weren't going to do that and some shrink listening to me ramble on wasn't going to do it. Only a solid plan of action and taking action could, so that's what I did. I knew it was risky but depression is a life-or-death thing for me and I'll take the risks of trying new things over rotting away in regret any day.
I'm lucky in that I know there's things I want to do any I'm a driven enough asshole to want to achieve them. I have a chronically-depressed friend who literally seems to lack enjoyment in anything at all, and has no drive because he constantly loops himself into states of inaction with rationalizations that are anything but rational. I try to help but he can't do pills or therapy, and the best I can do is fire ideas at him sometimes. He gets himself stuck in a "why bother" cycle but can't live with the guilt and disgust inaction brings. That's a tough one.
Taking steps to meet those needs helped lift me out of long-term depression and I'm doing good now. The world's kinda fucked right now, but I'm doing good. I started by ditching my alcoholic mother's house and my unfulfilling job and becoming self-employed, working on things I wanted to work on. It took time, a decade, to gain the skills, but I never used any drugs or counselling because I knew those things couldn't help, since my problem was that I needed to just act to change my circumstances. Some pills weren't going to do that and some shrink listening to me ramble on wasn't going to do it. Only a solid plan of action and taking action could, so that's what I did. I knew it was risky but depression is a life-or-death thing for me and I'll take the risks of trying new things over rotting away in regret any day.
I'm lucky in that I know there's things I want to do any I'm a driven enough asshole to want to achieve them. I have a chronically-depressed friend who literally seems to lack enjoyment in anything at all, and has no drive because he constantly loops himself into states of inaction with rationalizations that are anything but rational. I try to help but he can't do pills or therapy, and the best I can do is fire ideas at him sometimes. He gets himself stuck in a "why bother" cycle but can't live with the guilt and disgust inaction brings. That's a tough one.