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How can I rebuild my life?

Asked by alex94123 (19points) October 7th, 2009

I’m 29 years old, highly educated, reasonably well off, but completely broken inside. I’ve struggled with severe depression for 6 years off and on, and it took away a job at a big famous internet company, took away prospective romantic relationsihps and social activities. I quit my job (bad idea) 1.5 years ago under the mistaken assumption that a) it would help my mood b) it would force me to pursue something I “loved” (like starting a company) instead of working the grind in a job i didn’t like.

Things have simply and completely unraveled since then. Lost a valuable relationship that plunged me into year long despair and obsessiveness. Underwent electroconvulsive therapy (22 times) to treat a suicidally bad episode of depression in the spring. Moved home with my parents for six months because of an apartment fire. Just recently moved back up to SF but am not in my familiar environs, am completely alone, and the few friends I do still have are busy working and socializing with them is more of a “let’s do lunch” once a month thing.

I am in despair. And still sick. The depression is a causitive factor in my situation, and my situation is a causitive factor for the depression—it’s a vicious circle.

My therapists and doctors are well-meaning but nothing has changed. I feel like i’ve (or the depression) wasted my potential, squandered opportunities left and right, and am all washed up at 29. Something is drawing me just to get a blue-collar job at Whole Foods or something, but my precious over-educated ego is so fragile anyway, I can’t imagine how I’d feel doing something that is so below what I consider to be my “potential”.

Perhaps this is just a complaining rant, but I am lost, wake up in distress every day, barely want to get out of bed, sometimes don’t speak a single word to another human the whole day, and obsess about past regrets and failures until they incapacitate me.

I want a real life. I want to care. I want responsibilities that I value and don’t blow off. I want people. Note that I’m not asking for money, success, or beautiful girl. Those dreams have ended for me – reality has hit me like a ton of bricks (thank you zyprexa, lithium, wellbutrin)—I used to think I was only somebody if I was special, if I hit it big, but now I just want to survive, without this constant blackness and despair. The hopelessness and pessimism is so real to me because all evidence of the past few years points to these negative thoughts being an accurate assesment of my reality.

I just don’t know what to do. I’ve had enough of therapy, had enough of the drugs and medical treatments, and though I believe God hears my prayers, things are still the same for me. My heart is broken, my spirit and will are weak, my eyes green with envy for what others have, my loathing so inward for myself, having gotten to this spot, when there are so many others who are in worse shape.

I’m not sure why I decided to post this on fluther. Maybe i’m lonely, in need of attention, i’m not sure. But if you have anything insightful or helpful to say, know that I will read it and appreciate you taking the time to write it.

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23 Answers

RealEyesRealizeRealLies's avatar

Nothing is ever as good as it seems. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems.

filmfann's avatar

Welcome to Fluther. Lurve.
I hear what you are saying. These times are really hard. Friends of mine are losing jobs, relationships, and their homes with alarming regularity.
I have had suicidal moments, and I feel so blessed to have gotten through it.
If you have religious background, or just feel it calling, get into a church.
If you aren’t religious, you are lucky to be in San Francisco, where there are many support groups.
A good way to help yourself is to help others. When you have time, help out at a local food bank, or charity.
Don’t give up. Fight through it, and I swear it will get better.

summerlover's avatar

Maybe a job at whole foods wouldn’t be so bad for a while…it may give you a break and you may meet some interesting people. It’s amazing the people you meet in all walks of life (or places of employment) you will be surprised, they may not have had the same opportunities as you but may cause you to smile or find some happiness…be easy on yourself, its ok….

hearkat's avatar

You might want to use the state’s resources to look at other career options that could merge your educational background with something you get fulfillment from. Is there another career or field that you have an interest in?

As for your social life, I highly recommend Meetup.com. It is where people irganze groups around various interests, and it’s s great way to get to know others in your area. In a city like SF, there are bound to be groups for every imaginable interest.

For your depression, all I can say is that it takes trial-and-error. Traditional
therapies and various medications did not work for me, but can be beneficial for others. Since your symptoms were of a degree that ECT was done, you really should be monitored by a licensed professional.

I hope you find a sense of direction soon. Welcome to Fluther!

RabidTheRat's avatar

Ever think of joining the military?

drdoombot's avatar

I think you should see a cognitive-behavioral therapist. Since your thoughts so frequently turn to the negative, you need to change your thoughts. CBT does that. It’s worked for me and countless others, and it will work for you.

Also, I suggest you read. Find some good literature: Faulkner, Dostoevsky, Steinbeck, Ellison, Vonnegut and many, many others. The great writers found interesting ways of looking at life, and seeing these other views helps put your own life in perspective and give it meaning.

loser's avatar

Hang in there. You never know what could happen tomorrow. That may not feel helpful, but it’s true. I was depressed for many years and after many medication changes (and a few other changes) and therapy, my life has gotten better.

aphilotus's avatar

I’m going through a similar (but less dramatic) experience of moving, quitting my job, unfamiliar surroundings, etc.

The thing that is really getting me through it all is that, at some point, I finally gave myself permission to just enjoy small moments.

Today I was sitting at my desk petting my cat Boots and listening to gregorian chant too loud in an empty house, and it was… excellent. I had a bunch of stuff to do, sure, and good reasons to want to freak out, but right then, right there, I just hung out with my cat for ten minutes listening to monks, and things were OK.

A blog that sometimes inspires me: zen habits

ItalianPrincess1217's avatar

I feel for you. I struggled with depression for a couple years and it still sometimes flares up like a bad rash that doesn’t want to easily go away on it’s own. It’s tough. And if i didn’t have such an understanding fiancĂ© I would be alone too. During my moments of depression I push everyone close to me away (as I’m sure you do). I think instead you should try the opposite. Do you have any close family that can stick by your side through this?Having someone who understands what you’re going through in your life is really important. Being alone all the time just worsens your depression. Maybe try a website that you can meet new people in your area and try building some friendships. Making friends can be an awkward and difficult task but I think a website would be
the least awkward way to do it. That way you know everyone else is there for the same reason. I don’t recommend dating right now. Not until you’re confident that you have your depression under control. Dating is stressful and may end up like the last relationships you’ve had if you rush into things before you’re emotionally ready. Last thing I would suggest is finding something that you’re passionate about and makes you feel good inside and do it! I don’t necessarily mean for your career either. I’m talking extracurricular activities. Example: volunteering at a homeless shelter. Or visiting nursing homes and reading to the older folks. Something that at the end of the day gets your mind off of yourself and thinking about making other people’s lives a little better. Sometimes putting a smile on someone else’s face will put a smile on yours too. Keep your head up. It will all be okay in the end :)

Darwin's avatar

Two things have helped me cope with depression: I make sure to find at least one good thing to experience every day, and I make an effort to have positive interactions with other people outside my house at least once every day.

The job at Whole Foods might be a very good idea right now. It won’t be your last job, and it won’t keep you from doing something you love, such as starting your own company, but it will give you a reason to get out of bed in the morning and put you in contact with a variety of people.

I might also suggest that you set some small goals and then work on them one at a time. Each time you reach one, give yourself a treat (I take $200 and go to Barnes & Noble).

DrasticDreamer's avatar

You’re 29 and you’re not all washed up. You went through some really bad things so depression is understandable. Something to keep in mind is that what you went through was a phase of life – you have many more years ahead of you. And what is to come is entirely up to you. Don’t give in for a moment and think that things are out of your hands, because they’re not.

I’ve been struggling with severe depression, off and on, since the age of fourteen. There have been times I felt like completely giving up and I seriously contemplated it. But, you know what? Fuck that. I only have one chance to live – one. I’m determined to make my life what I want it to be.

If your gut it telling you to work somewhere like Whole Foods… I say go for it. Because you are educated, you should know that you have the potential to meet fascinating people no matter where you work. I met one of the best people in my life working at a grocery store. Granted, I hated the job – but I’m so glad I took it. I wouldn’t have such a great best friend right now if I hadn’t. Who, by the way, helps me get through “down” times – because he can relate.

What are your passions, Alex? They may be hard to think of right now, but you have them. Identify one or fifty, and throw yourself into them. If you like nature, go on a bike ride or go for a hike. Find a beautiful spot and soak it all in. Do you like to draw? Write? Take pictures? Anything will help, if you keep yourself busy. Don’t let the mundanity of the 9 to 5 world get you down. Magic and wonder are waiting for you to see them – they never went away.

If you need someone to talk to, bitch to, anything… Send me a message. I won’t even reply if you don’t want me to. But just know, if you choose to take me up on the offer, I know exactly where you’re coming from and I would never judge. Good luck, friend.

YARNLADY's avatar

I wonder if what I have to say will help any? I lost my second husband in ten years just before my 30th birthday. I was lucky to have a son who really needed me, but I felt like a zombie for awhile.

I am now 66 years old, and I have been married to a wonderful man for 35 years. I have two wonderful sons, and 6 delightful grandchildren. I think I am the luckiest person on earth.

What worked for me was a pledge to myself to be happy every single day for the rest of my life. I did not like being so out of it, and I made up my mind to stop it.

Jeruba's avatar

@alex94123, I see a number of very positive things in what you’ve written.

Something is drawing me just to get a blue-collar job at Whole Foods
now I just want to survive
I believe God hears my prayers

A job at Whole Foods

What’s Whole Foods? It’s a place where people buy food to nurture themselves and their families. But it’s not just a grocery store. It also stands for certain values and attitudes. You are talking about life, strength, nourishment, health, and, dare I say, a stance of honesty and wholesomeness, a worthy ideal whether or not it is really true about the company (for present purposes the company is irrelevant).

More than that, the idea of working in a place such as that means dealing in something real, not virtual—not something that happens behind a screen or in digital form or through a router, but rather, palpable, concrete, life-sustaining grains and vegetables, fruits and meats, milk and cheese and bread. It would bring you closer to the earth, to the basics of life, to the things that our bodies are made of. It would be an excellent way to reconnect with what matters in the material world.

What’s more, the people who work at Whole Foods look like intelligent young people who care about what they’re doing and also have a life.

And you could eat well, get your own nutrition back in balance and work on the corpore sano.

If not Whole Foods, there are many other kinds of work that would let your hands touch real things and your senses take in good, solid, down-to-earth sights and smells and textures to clear your brain.

Most important of all, you are attracted to something. You are not devoid of interest in everything. That’s something you can build on. It is step number one in finding something that works and doing more of it, whatever it is.

Wanting to survive

That’s not the voice of suicide. Put suicide away along with the other plans that didn’t work out.

Belief in God

A belief in something greater than yourself is a good thing. Your belief might not work for me, but if it works for you, it is your ally and support. Can that belief lead you to someone or something that needs your help? Because I think sometimes the greatest healer can be giving of yourself to someone or something that is outside of yourself and that you can benefit with your intelligence, your energy, and your effort. If you can find through the resources and fellowship of a religious community a need that you can volunteer to fill—working with the elderly, helping with a food program, doing physical work, or even teaching youngsters to use computers—this can be great therapy for helping you regain your balance.

Perspective and proportion

I understand the lingering cravings for specialness, for the highest use of talents, for redeeming lost opportunities. But you don’t have to do everything at once. Don’t look down on a “blue-collar” job. This is no time for snobbery and prejudice. What you need now is honest work. The rest can come later. A rainbow of brand new options will fan out before you once you follow the honest urgings coming from within and turn toward health. They will not compromise your potential in any way. You must rebuild your foundation first before you attempt to erect an imposing edifice upon it. Oats and squashes and apples and cheddar will build you a better base than spun glass.

augustlan's avatar

In addition to the wonderful advice you’ve received up there ^^, know this: you are not alone. There are many of us here that have suffered with such a despair including me. We will listen, we will care.

The right medicine (it took several attempts to find it) and therapy worked for me. Don’t give up! There is a life out there waiting for you.

buster's avatar

Im a 27 year old crazy bipolar constantly relapsing drug addict. Ive tried to kill myself. Ive been in the looney bin 4 times but not in almost 2 years knock on wood. I try and take my meds like I should. What helps me most is exercise. A few mile bike ride or some skateboarding leave me feeling happier than if I stayed at home eating lithium seroquel and zoloft and whatever else I got in the cabinet and did nothing. All that education and thinking your well off and entitled to shit is just your ego. There is no such thing as being overqualified for a job. Sometimes your happiest following this. K.I.S.S. keep it simple stupid. Do fun stuff. Play kickball, ping-pong, basketball, video games. Why should working for some man making him rich be what makes you happy. Thats stupid. Pursue your own company. Be your own boss. If you fail its okay. The Butthole Surfers always said its better to regret something you did than something you didn’t do. I don’t know if this helps but maybe it does some.

wundayatta's avatar

Oh boy, does this bring back memories! Do you have any hope left? Perhaps it doesn’t feel like you do, yet you must or else you never would have…. or maybe you would have—asked this question.

When I was in that hole—or rather, as I thought of it then—ten, twenty, thirty feet under the surface and unable to rise any further, I found a site somewhat like this one, and I poured out my story, over and over again, in questions and in answers. I documented my journey as I gradually rose through that dark water, to a point where I could begin to see some light showing down through the surface. Then I got stuck—so close—just inches below, but I still couldn’t get my head out into the air. I almost lost hope again, then, even though I was so much better than before.

At the bottom, what helped a lot, was having friends in the same situation—especially one friend, who I met in a place very similar to this one. I actually made many online friends, although they never seemed quite real to me. Still, they were good for me. So many people here have been where you are, and they understood, and I can’t tell you how much that meant to me. You may find that, too, if you stick around here, and keep on telling your story.

The one friend—the only one I met in real life—ended up saving my life. We would talk on the phone—my wife encouraged this, even though I had cheated on her with this person, because my wife knew that she was the only person who could get through to me.

What was good about this person was that she was in the same place. Well, almost the same place. I was in such pain, and it seemed like it would never end. I wanted to be where you are. How crazy is that! I wanted to lose my wife and my family and my home and my job. I had a gutter—granite over cobbled stones, stinking of dead fish—where I wanted to lie, until it was over.

Why did I want this? The story I tell myself was that I felt so bad, that I could not imagine why my circumstances were so good. It just didn’t fit how I felt inside. I needed to make my exterior world fit my interior world. Fortunately, people who cared about me kept me from doing that. Not that I believed they cared about me at the time. I knew they all hated me, but some form of guilt was keeping them trying to help me, and the best thing I could do was to get out of their lives. I would be doing them a favor, I believed.

I have to tell my story, over and over, now. I think it is part of what keeps me out of it. When I first heard questions like yours, I could not stay away from them. But answering them would start me down to that place. I learned that I could avoid spiraling down, but I had to separate myself from those thoughts somehow. It was a good sign, that even though I didn’t know how I was doing it, I managed to recognize that it wasn’t good for me to dwell in this place too long. I would start going down and be unable to stop it.

At the time, after I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I was mad at myself for being sick. I was mad at myself for not being able to pull myself out of it. Hell, I didn’t even believe in mental illness at the time. I wouldn’t let myself use the excuse that I was depressed as a way to garner pity. I didn’t want to beg anyone. As a result, I kept on pushing people away.

Of course, what I really wanted was love. And I had love all around me, and I kept on denying it—finding excuses why people were mistaken in loving me. If they didn’t believe me, I would start attacking them—driving them away. And yet—for some reason, I still had this little tiny kernel of self-preservation in me. I knew there was a line that if I pushed her beyond it, my wife would give up. I pushed her up to that line, but not across it.

I remember sitting on the bed one night telling her how unhappy I was, and how I loved someone else, and how bad I was for her and the family, and how she should get rid of me. Yet inside, something said it was time to stop. If I said anything more, she would tell me to get out. We would get a divorce. I would get that apartment, but lose my job, and then lose my apartment. The siren call of the gutter was strong, and yet, not strong enough.

I let my wife comfort me. Sexually. Because that was the only way I could understand love (and to this day, it speaks more to me about love than anything else). I let myself ask her to do the things that I thought would make me feel better. I think that was when I first began to understand how much she cared. Although I still fought it, and I still denied it, and I still felt it could not be true.

The drugs helped me. Lithium at first, then Welbutrin. Eventually lamictal, when the first two brought me up to within inches of the surface, but could not take me into the air. In fact, I thought (and still think) that it was the drugs that did it. My condition was organic, and my brain chemistry was fucked up, and the only thing that could help me was the drugs.

It was almost an out-of-body experience. I could watch my thoughts changing as the drugs kicked in. It wasn’t just my feelings that changed—not just my mood—but the actual thoughts I could think. Just a day before, I could not have conceived of ever being happy with myself, or even just being ok with myself (I will still not admit to happiness, but being ok is enough—I don’t want to jinx it by being happy—I don’t want to be complacent or ever take it for granted again). The day after I was hopeless, ready to die, I found that I could consider or even imagine a time when I would not feel this way. I could imagine thinking that maybe I did have something to offer others.

I still fight that notion. People here tell me they appreciate what I write, and my therapist says it is good for me because I am helping people by offering my story and trying to explain what I’ve learned from it. I don’t know. I still have a hard time (tears are coming to my eyes now)... I still have a hard time thinking that anything I do could be any help to anyone else. It’s so weird. So weird. It’s as if I fight any kind of good feelings I might have about myself.

So that night, when I was at my worst, and dreaming of death, and thinking about whether I actually could slip out my window on the eighth floor of the building I worked in. Imagining that final (I hoped) flight down to the cement below. Imagining flying into it, head first—maybe even regretting that I had let go…..

I couldn’t do that if I thought there could be a regret. I needed help. I turned to my depressed friend. I called her one night. I asked her to make a suicide pact with me. She was not ready to do that—she had children and said she couldn’t do that to her children. Well, I have children, too, and that sunk in a little, and I really did not want to miss them growing up—even if I was treating them so meanly—they were the one thing that I really did not want to give up.

Even so, I asked her to help me let go. So we started trying to think up suicide scenarios. And we started laughing. Each scenario we came up with seemed a little bit more absurd. I don’t know what happened, but we were laughing harder and harder, until I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t breathe. Most importantly, I could no longer let go. Of life.

I started reading. I read a book about CBT, but that made me worse. I tried the exercises, but I only became more and more guilty about being unable to make them work. It made me worse. My therapist said—and this is really important—she said that if that (CBT) didn’t work, then we’d try something else.

It was just like the drugs. If one doesn’t work, you try another. There are dozens that they try. Some people in my support group have been through almost every single one of them. Some of them two or three times. Some have done electroshock therapy as you have. It seems like if you keep at it. Eventually you do find a drug that works—maybe for a while, maybe for a long time. It’s a work in progress.

So it therapy. If one brand doesn’t work, try another. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll find a therapist who knows several kinds, and can try them. Other people have to find a new therapist to get a new technique. One of my friends on that website suggested I try ACT. Like CBT, there is statistical evidence to show that it works. Acceptance and Commitment Therapy is a more formalized or maybe just Westernized version of mindfulness—the Buddhist approach to spirituality.

Using that, I learned that I didn’t have to blame myself for my failure. I learned that I could detach myself—to some degree—from my attachment (perhaps even my love) of those painful feelings. I didn’t have to take them so seriously. They were just thoughts and feelings, and I didn’t have to let them be what defined me. I didn’t have to pay so much attention to them!

That’s what I do now, when I start feeling it again. I don’t pay so much attention. Maybe more importantly, I don’t get mad at myself for feeling those things again. I don’t feel like I have to banish them. I don’t feel like a failure because I couldn’t control them. I have found that I don’t have to control them. All I have to do is not get so attached to them that they control me.

It is really quite freeing to give up. To realize that I have no choice. I feel what I feel. I can’t stop it. I am powerless. That means I don’t have to fight it. And in not fighting it, it loses some of its power. It wants me to take it seriously, because that gives it energy and more power. By not being so attached, it gets less energy, and it has less power.

I don’t try to feel good about myself. I just try not to think about judging myself. I realized that it really doesn’t help me. I fail all the time at not thinking about it, but I can do it enough—just sort of seeing it, but not seeing it; like when you see someone you’d really rather not talk to, so you pretend you haven’t seen them—I can do it enough that I really don’t see it, except out of the corner of my eye.

My therapist calls uses the metaphor of putting it in a box, up on a shelf, out of sight, out of mind. I don’t think of it that way. I think of it more like when I’m driving a car down a highway, and the scenery is going by so fast, I don’t have time to focus on it. Instead, I focus on what I’m actually doing at the moment. Like now. I’m writing to you. I’m writing my story, and those feelings that make me sad—make my eyes start to well up—they are there, but they are sliding by, and I am somewhere else down the road.

I found a support group (which I highly recommend—the Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance has a list of contacts for support groups all over the country) and in listening to other bipolar or depressed folks coping techniques, I learned a lot about what might help. They are the things that almost everyone here will tell you: exercise (hard exercise so you get really tired), helping others, regular sleep hours (oh God that is important), decent nutrition, therapy, meds, finding a therapist you can work with, practicing gratefulness, practicing mindfulness, learning about the disorder by reading about it, researching it, getting support from people online….

They all help. I got a lot of help, but of all of it, the support group probably helped the most, next to my depressed friend. And my wife. And my psychiatrist. And my therapist. Ok, so I owe a lot of people a lot in my recovery. Still, if you don’t already have one, find a support group. Please.

I had a lot of help, and I never felt like my recovery was anything that I did. My therapist says I worked hard. I don’t know. I’m just me. I don’t know anyone else’s experience. I can’t compare. It doesn’t feel like it was my work. It feels like it was everything else.

Well—maybe a little. I did take my meds. I did exercise. I did go to the therapy sessions. But all that was doing was allowing others to help me. And maybe that’s enough. Just allowing others to help, instead of pushing them away, as I did before.

A job? That’s nice. Your job right now is to work on your mood. The hardest thing to do when you are depressed is to organize yourself. To manage yourself. You should have seen my desk after a year of disorganization. I could not have done our taxes, if my wife didn’t sit next to me every second I worked on it. I would have gone back to the online community otherwise. I had an assistant sit here, in my office, to make sure I organized my office. Fortunately, she was OCD, so she couldn’t leave until it was done.

I’m lucky that I never lost my job. I hardly did any work except training my assistants well enough that they could handle almost everything. Although, when I did help clients, I did feel better, and I lost my self-absorption for a moment. See? Helping others?

You can volunteer somewhere. Helping others. That often turns into a job. A paying job. But is it is mostly for your health. You can work with other depressed people. Help in mental health organizations. Halfway houses. Something. You can work part time at Whole Foods, too.

Love? You can find that too. You could find that here. So many folks here are living in the Bay Area. But it doesn’t matter where they live. This is a good place to answer questions and people will get to know you, and I’m sure that folks will soon become interested in you—maybe as a friend—maybe more. This community has seen at least one online proposal, made in front of the community, that resulted in a real world marriage. No guarantees, mind you, but it is possible.

Being smart? Aw, fuck that. People say I’m smart, but, while I want to be thought of that way, I can’t think of myself like that. It seems too arrogant. It’s not for me to say. I am grateful when other people say I have helped, even if I never quite believe it. It’s what you do—not how you think of yourself—that matters. If you focus on what you are doing—on what is right in front of you—you’ll lose track of those thoughts about who and what you are. They will become blurry, receding in the distance. They won’t matter so much.

What you are doing matters. What you are thinking? Just thoughts. Just fantasies. And when you get involved in what you are doing—when you focus on the moment you are in, instead of judging and planning and worrying, then you lose track of your depression—maybe just for a moment—but it’s an important moment. It shows you the way towards more moments.

Ok, I’ve got to stop. Try to find a conclusion. There I go again. Planning. Judging. Telling myself what I should do. Fuck it. There is no conclusion. The work just goes on, and as long as the work goes on, so does life.

I’m going to press “answer” now, and then I’m not going to think about this, and wonder how other people think about it. I’m going on to another question, or maybe I’ll go get a latte, or maybe I teach my assistant something. This is over, and I can’t think about it any more, or I’ll lose my focus. Does that make sense?

jqlyn's avatar

I work with a lot of people who are going through similar things as you. Two of the things that I see that work the best are volunteering and bodywork/exercise. Volunteer with kids or go read to some elderly people. There are programs in the schools called SMART, you just need to read 30 minutes a week with a child. It is one on one and they give you some training, it is fun, and has helped a lot of people feel better about their life situation.

The other thing is bodywork and exercise. Go for a walk everyday make it a routine, that way it will become a habit. Take a yoga or dance class (dance classes are a lot of fun and you get to interact with people). Also try a massage or craniosacral treatment. Craniosacral treatment has been shown to help with depression, as well as regular massage. Go to the Upledger Institute page and see the research.

Just try one thing at a time and take it slow.

Dog's avatar

I have been at a dark crossroads before.

This is what I did, I put all my stuff in storage, rented out my house and flew up to San Franciso and stayed on a friends boat bringing only my guitar and paint kit.

I was away from all the constant visual reminders of my failure and after a few days I was able to objectively evaluate from afar what my options where.

For me I chose to sell the house go back to my parents house and finish my baccalaureate degree. This enabled me to find a lot of new friends in a new scene and totally start over fresh with a clean slate.

I never did take my old stuff out of storage except for a couple of antiques. I gave the rest away. The stuff just reminded me of what I was no longer focusing on- the old life that did not work out.

Oh- if by chance you do go to college I strongly recommend that you take a circuit training or cardio class. The regular workout will make you feel like superman and will really clear your head.

augustlan's avatar

This thread makes me so proud of this community.

mirifique's avatar

Ever try leg squats, stair climbing, or quad-lift training? Your legs are your biggest muscles in your body, and training them produces the greatest quantity of testosterone, which is a natural mood lifter. If it causes acne, try a topical prescription. I’d also recommend you start running 5 days a week, at least 30 minutes per day, with 30 second intervals spaced 3 minutes apart @ 80% top speed capacity to increase dopamine production. Stop eating sugar and all processed foods; stay away from salty foods, Asian cuisine, anything spicy that would contain MSG (which has been known to cause depression), and avoid soy products which have been known to decrease testosterone. Eat more raw, colorful vegetables and drink a lot of water; eat vegetables and fruits instead of grains for snacks. Read nutritiondata.com for more ideas. Make sure none of any other medications you’re taking have depression as a possible side effect, as you are probably extra susceptible to depression. Spend some time in the wilderness each week; studies have shown just 15 minutes per day spent in a forest is the equivalent of 20mg Prozac. Join a sports team through meetup.com or something like underdog.com (bowling, kickball, etc.). Team sports are social antidepressants. Never say no to a social invitation until you have a solid group of go-to friends. Apply for a job at Whole Foods—use your educational background as a means to get a management position, which will thereby increase your chances of getting any job.

If, after two months of doing all of these things, you are still depressed, I would be shocked.

DarlingRhadamanthus's avatar

My suggestion incorporates some of the suggestions above…so sorry for the repetition.

First, some very practical things:

1. Clear your space. (Get rid of clutter, throw out the old stuff, anything in your room that is dingy, old and unloved….get ready to invite new life into yourself…paint the room a neutral color…red won’t let you sleep, dark blue too dark…Farrow and Ball New White is a good place to start…put up pictures that inspire you. Get rid of depressing stuff. )
2. Do not watch depressing stuff…like horror films, news stuff, loud, crazy music…wean yourself off that for now.
3. Eat proper, nourishing foods, fresh veggies, fresh juices.
4. If you are alone, then make uplifting music, books and art your friends until you feel strong enough to go out and mingle.
5. Take a walk every day or work in your garden or sit outside for an hour. Just be.

I’ve spent years and years on a spiritual path….searching here and in every bit of the world that I have been able to travel in search of answers. All paths lead to back to you. Life is a hologram. Change the hologram.

I absolutely hear what you are saying and I honor you for sharing what you did. What I am going to say may sound like the strangest thing….because I used to think it was…but it was the only thing that began to make a difference when I found myself in a seemingly untenable situation.

Go to the nearest Christian Science Reading Room and ask for a copy of “Science and Health with Keys to the Scripture.” This book has a title that is misleading. It is about quantum physics and healing the soul..but the woman that wrote it did not have a point of reference for that when this was written. This book changed my life at a time when nothing else worked. You don’t have to belong to anything to just get the book and read it. Just reading it heals people. Or you can ask for a practitioner of this Science to help you. Look up Christian Science Reading Room in the phone book and call to get their hours. It is a quiet sanctuary to just meditate and read uplifting things. Go to the back of this book and read the testimonials of healing by people who healed themselves of emotional and physical issues. But read the whole book….take notes, circle stuff.

I realize that this is probably not the advice you were looking for…neither was I when I found it, I laughed and thought…this is ridiculous. But it worked. It pulled me out of a situation in my life that seems absolutely hopeless.

You are lucky that you are at home….you can use the time to read and heal and pray in the right way…..and that is not to beg God, but to rest in the knowledge that you are perfect and loved and change the hologram of your perception.

Your body isn’t in need of healing…it’s your soul…start there and the body will repair. I wish you all the blessings in the world.

The world is undergoing a tremendous shift in consciousness at the moment. You are probably one of the ones that is super sensitive. That’s okay….just know that you are not alone in your process.

You are deeply loved…never, ever, ever, forget that. No matter what.

skadu's avatar

Think of one person nearby who you know is struggling in life and find a way to help them tomorrow. Mow the lawn, fix something broken, give a kind word, hold a door open. After you help them, you’ll feel a lot better. Keep helping a person every day.

Next, find one area of your life where you want to be better. Your sleep habits, eating habits, the music you listen to, or thoughts you dwell on and work on that habit for one week straight. Draw close to your Heavenly Father by trying to be like him just a little bit more every day.

Start each day with a simple prayer where you thank Heavenly Father for your blessing, tell him that you want to help someone, and that you want to be better today and ask for his help in doing it, then promise him you will do it with His help.

End each day with a prayer thanking Him for his help and blessings in your life.

Skaggfacemutt's avatar

I have a son that struggles with depression, and it is so hard for me to understand. I have certainly had my share of crap, but I am always happy, even when I’m sad. Weird, huh! I just wish so bad that I had a secret formula for happiness and optimism. I would give it to my son! The only thing that makes me sad is to see my children sad. Happiness has pretty much nothing to do with your life and what is going on with it. It is definitely an internal force. I can only tell you what I tell my son – no one can make you happy but YOU! And it’s each person’s individual responsibility to make themselves happy. And I would be SO happy if each of my kids would just do that. I think that is why people don’t have a lot of patience with people who are sad all the time. Being around a depressed person is kind of like treading water in the ocean to keep from drowning, and then having someone grab your legs and sink, dragging you with them.

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