I can see how someone with the mistaken impression that “depression is anger turned inward” could believe that these drugs “worked”, because, for me, they’ve honestly left me too weak to truly express my anger as I probably normally would…
And as someone who can get really angry (generally justified, but when I rage, I really rage), that is… Interesting.
But it doesn’t help the sadness. It doesn’t help any of the other shit. Because it’s not chemicals causing those things - it’s life being fucked. And not seeing an end to life being fucked…
It’s honestly like a mild version of “chemical castration”, in a loose sense. I hate to imagine what actual HRT feels like.
No wonder they end up so goddamn aggressive (in addition to their existing problems, which “transitioning” obviously does not solve), lol…
But it doesn’t help the sadness. It doesn’t help any of the other shit. Because it’s not chemicals causing those things - it’s life being fucked. And not seeing an end to life being fucked…
Depression isn't sadness, or anger.
Depression is the loss of the will to live.
It's probably what I would consider the most fundamental reasons why leftists become the way they are. After all, most of them have it. They don't have the will inside of themselves to solve their own problems and push forward. Instead, they seek an external motivator, or savior, and that makes them vulnerable to manipulation, whether it be through drugs, propaganda, peer pressure, etc.
Interestingly enough, what "cured" mine, was simply not using Facebook anymore. Sure, it comes back every once in a while, but it's not looming over my head all the time like it was in college. The darkest period in my life was probably the beginning of junior year, when I had moved 1100 miles away from my family, and knew basically nobody. I was in a city, surrounded by tens of thousands, and yet I never felt more alone. It's one of the few times in my entire life I have lost it and broke down sobbing.
I had simple conversations with the hostess at the local chinese joint, the staff at a local pizza place, and the girl behind the counter at Jersey Mikes (guess how I gained 100lbs in a year and a half, which I am to this day struggling to get rid of). If it weren't for that, or driving for miles down to MCO at night listening to synthwave (specifically "Dr Elizabeth Darling" from the Farcry 3 Blood Dragon OST) taking the looooong way home, I can honestly say I might have been a statistic instead of sitting here typing this.
I wish I could say for certain that it gets better. Back then I was financially and physically in a significantly more advantageous position than I am now. But then again, I cannot know the future, and if I could, there wouldn't be a point.
I'm not sure if there's an end to life being fucked, but I'd like to be there if there is one. That's why I won't end it.
I can see how someone with the mistaken impression that “depression is anger turned inward” could believe that these drugs “worked”, because, for me, they’ve honestly left me too weak to truly express my anger as I probably normally would…
And as someone who can get really angry (generally justified, but when I rage, I really rage), that is… Interesting.
But it doesn’t help the sadness. It doesn’t help any of the other shit. Because it’s not chemicals causing those things - it’s life being fucked. And not seeing an end to life being fucked…
It’s honestly like a mild version of “chemical castration”, in a loose sense. I hate to imagine what actual HRT feels like.
No wonder they end up so goddamn aggressive (in addition to their existing problems, which “transitioning” obviously does not solve), lol…
Depression isn't sadness, or anger.
Depression is the loss of the will to live.
It's probably what I would consider the most fundamental reasons why leftists become the way they are. After all, most of them have it. They don't have the will inside of themselves to solve their own problems and push forward. Instead, they seek an external motivator, or savior, and that makes them vulnerable to manipulation, whether it be through drugs, propaganda, peer pressure, etc.
Interestingly enough, what "cured" mine, was simply not using Facebook anymore. Sure, it comes back every once in a while, but it's not looming over my head all the time like it was in college. The darkest period in my life was probably the beginning of junior year, when I had moved 1100 miles away from my family, and knew basically nobody. I was in a city, surrounded by tens of thousands, and yet I never felt more alone. It's one of the few times in my entire life I have lost it and broke down sobbing.
I had simple conversations with the hostess at the local chinese joint, the staff at a local pizza place, and the girl behind the counter at Jersey Mikes (guess how I gained 100lbs in a year and a half, which I am to this day struggling to get rid of). If it weren't for that, or driving for miles down to MCO at night listening to synthwave (specifically "Dr Elizabeth Darling" from the Farcry 3 Blood Dragon OST) taking the looooong way home, I can honestly say I might have been a statistic instead of sitting here typing this.
I wish I could say for certain that it gets better. Back then I was financially and physically in a significantly more advantageous position than I am now. But then again, I cannot know the future, and if I could, there wouldn't be a point.
I'm not sure if there's an end to life being fucked, but I'd like to be there if there is one. That's why I won't end it.