This pic hit me hard because it pretty much sums up me and my life. This is exactly how I am, and no matter how good my life is this inner demon tries to drag me down. It's a daily struggle for me. Im close to buying a new house with a stunning lass, I have 2 amazing 5 year old twin boys, I earn good money? I hate myself for being the way i am. Here's a thread for anybody to express the same feelings or for anybody that can relate...
I’ll get the ball rolling marra... I was diagnosed with Graves Disease years ago which is related to Thyroid. It results in major highs & manic lows as well as having a huge affect on sleeping patterns and heart issues. As you are well aware from our chats in the middle of the night in times gone by that I’m rubbish at sleeping and my heart issues resulted in a Heart Attack in Feb 2018 (maybe SAFC related?). But on the bright side, we’re still here and for every bad day there’s a good one just around the corner Chin Up marra
My problem in life is when I go to the gym I feel like I can fight anyone cause I become big and my persona is good . Once I'm down I hate leaving my house. My boys are my world and I constantly have nightmares of tnem in situations I can't control. This is how ****ed up my life is
Things that are ‘out of our control’ are just that marra..... No amount of worrying can change that! I have 3 kids of my own and having been to the places I have over the past 2 decades was torture as everytime I kissed them goodbye at home I had the demons in my head saying ‘that could be the last time they ever see you’?! But I kept coming back.... life’s a rollercoaster marra, you just gotta try to enjoy the ride!
Don’t be daft, we all have our demons marra... none more important or less important than the next mans An issue is an issue
It's all relative fella, one person's hill is another person mountain. You've every right to complain about mental health, it's a ****ing ****.
Modern life. Material things don't guarantee a happy mindset, and bad luck doesn't guarantee misery. We're all just ploughing through doing the best that we can with what we have. I'd wager that more than most go through profound misery at times. That's our lot in life. We don't have to worry about finding food like we used to, or finding shelter from the elements or animals. We've moved up the hierarchy of human needs and we now concern ourselves with a relatively new concept. Happiness. It makes a **** load of us miserable. To quote a Scouser... walk on.
Modern society today is pushing so many people towards mental illness that having some degree of mental struggle will be considered the norm in the not too distant future. I've suffered from anxiety for about 18 years, at times to the point of serious depression. It tends to be health anxiety for me, and it used to be just focused on me, but since getting married and having a daughter I now tend to focus on their health. I cannot bear touching my wife's boobs or cuddle my daughter tightly in the fear of my mind convincing me that I've found a lump. Imagine, two of the best things in life, boobs and daughter, and I'm in fear of making contact with them! The way that long suffering illnesses, death and heartbreak are so often shown in the media today, a lot more compared to 10-15 years ago, I think that more and more will start suffering like me. It's good that the media is making more people health aware by plastering symptoms and peoples' plights all over the place. It saves lives, but for people like me it's a nightmare. I can't open a newspaper or watch the adverts without being reminded about death.
I can't believe I just read that. I was in a pretty ****ty place a few months ago and convinced myself I'd felt something. Could barely bring myself to tell her without bawling. Took me two days to spit it out. Turns out that it was me getting paranoid about nothing.
I once held out for two weeks. 99.99999% sure it was my anxiety and that it was not worth telling her only to just make her worry. But that .000001% is just so over powering it cripples me. The guilt i suffered from not telling her about the inner turmoil I was putting myself through on her behalf was terrible. My wife suffers from anxiety too, so telling her could, and did, send her over the edge. It was as though I was forcing myself to absorb the anxiety for her, keeping it to myself but after 2 weeks i couldnt take it any longer. Anxiety for me is summed up in this statement. 'It can take hours or days to convince myself that everything is ok, it can only take half a second to convince myself that its not.' The constant battles my brain has with itself are terrible, at times it can completely take over my life.
Sorry to hear that mate. It's a life changing event, but you learn to live with it after a while. Nice post Tees, doesn't matter who you are, life always has some **** to fling at you, you have to deal with it the best you can.
You need CBT as a matter of urgency mate. You shouldn't have to live life this way and it not normal. How far have you got with the system?
Think I'm supposed to open on here, my condition is not environmental at it's source, though my environment is an issue when I'm ill. I've got a got chemical imbalances inside my brain which leads to extreme highs and lows. I steamrolled through my early and mid-20s manic, abusing drink and drugs without a care in the world, since I hit my later 20s into my 30s it's been all downhill, very depressed and get a lot of anxiety. Though medication (from doctor and dealer) I've kept my self on the right side so not done anything silly since the incident which led to my diagnosis. I'm in the process of receiving a large lump of cash and buying a house with it. It should be a good thing but it's doing my head in, to top it off the missus left me a couple of months ago, now I'm rapid cycling up and down. Don't whether i'm coming or going or whether I'm going to be able to get up the next day or not. All over the shop at the moment. I've got hyper mania today(that's just below a full manic episode) so don't feel emotionally connected to myself in the slightest. I wouldn't write anything if I was really down though that's the only time I could accurately describe the darkness(It would probably break me going that deep in that condition though), hard to catch me at my worst but I have spent lifetime camouflaging it.
