Symptoms & Circumventions
Sound familiar at all?
When I found this out, I was delighted. Learning that I had these tendencies came across as a positive, uplifting thing. I
had assumed that I was just crazy and a little too friendly with the opposite sex, got a bit overly into the booze when I broke up with somebody, or when the boss at work corrected me, or when I missed a bus, or when I broke a nail, or when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or in somebody else's bed. I was sure there was no
way I could avoid going to Hell in a bucket seat.
But I was
normal! Hooray. My abnormal behavior was perfectly normal. Woohoo.
Imagine how that absolutely made my day. It did. Really and truly.
I now had something I could blame shit on. Back of hand to forehead, I could be the drama queen I'd always wanted to be and totally without guilt. Dahlink. You have no ideah what A've been through in my terribly horrid life ... bla bla
Don't go there, either!
Booze is almost as bad an assumed way out as the Drama Queen route. Shutup! There are Drama Kings, too! They shoot up schools to get their stupid fucking names in the newspapers, but the fucking wads never get to read it. Hello! You kill yourself, you don't have your body with eyeballs and physical stuff anymore to read shit! You dumb fucks. It's like cutting both of your feet off before you go shopping for shoes. Duh.
Positive side.
You're not alone. It's curable! Fixable. Circumventable!
The symptoms of depression are:
1. Substance Abuse (or other addictions,
including sex addiction)
2. Promiscuity
3. Risk Taking
See more at my blog: Christina's Blog
Circumventions
Not all, but a start ...
Stop with the booze. Alcohol is a depressant. You are suffering from depresSION. Makes it worse. Way worse.
What I was doing back in late 2003 was taking antidepressants but knocking myself out with 10 beer every evening between 5:30 and 10:30 pm. I would just basically pass out.
But, oh, man. Did I ever NEED to pass out though. To just shut that mother the fuck up! I'm talking about the abusive drunk I was living with.
But it wasn't entirely his fault. Well ... His life is his own fault. He was -- and probably still is, an absolute asshole, a psychopath, a heterosexual mysogynist (and you think you have problems ... Try fucking something you hate.)
Part of what we depression-sufferers do is set ourselves up in "risky" situations with assholes. Gives us permission to feel sorry for ourselves ...
We have to snap out of that way of thinking, people. Get. Over. It.
Your best bet is to get out of the situation you're in. If you're a kid, though, that's pretty much impossible -- but wait a minute! Not like in My Day. Today, you can just tell a teacher (unless it's the teacher who's fucking you up the ass, literally or figuratively, of course! Duh!) Tell the principal of the school. If the principal scares you, tell the Vice-Principal. Tell a teacher. Tell a cop. Tell a librarian. Fuck! Tell them all! That way, if one of them is a secret pervert who thinks you're lying, you will have back-up if you get murdered. The more you open your problem up to the light of day (and TALK about it) the better.
Keeping shit in is really unhealthy. You can eat all the fibre you want to make you go poo physically, but keeping in BAD shit that's happening in your life is going to cause a lot of problems. The more you talk about it, the better.
Men (and it's almost always males) who sexually abuse kids, always tell you to keep it a secret. Why's that? That's because if it "gets out" that he's jamming his thingey up your butt or whatever other orifice is his penchant, ninety-nine percent of the population is going to want to KILL him. Or at least, put him away for a long time.
You have to open your mouth and TELL others what's going on with you. Even if they are dipshits who havent a clue what you're talking about, or worse, people who don't give a damn, at least you're getting it out of yourself which is very, very important.
