Depression and Anxiety Thread

[W3H5]

I can't go on like this anymore. I want it all to end. It's pure torture.

What’s getting to you?

I saw the shrink on Thursday and was given some Valium to chill me out. Current depressive state was caused by thinking I was well enough to stop the meds. Guess I was wrong... and Prozac withdrawal is a real downer.

Stupid as it sounds I’ve picked up a few beers for this evening because I can’t stand being a soulless zombie around my daughter so I’d rather the temporary boost now and deal with the comedown tomorrow when I’m not with her.

I’d order you a pizza, @kikie, if that could help you feel better, but that’s a bit of a difficult thing to do from the other side of the world. So instead I’ll just pass on some advice that’s helped me occasionally; take it one day at a time. Survive one day. Then do that the next, then the next.

 

[kikie]

I was is such a bad place (depression) and suffering mentally so badly that I wanted to end it all. I don't necessarily mean my life but the suffering. I lost around 3kg in a few days due to the stress and suffering.

A pizza sounds really good.

 

[kikie]

I'm probably going to make a fool of myself by telling this but I'm in so deep (depression) that I don't know if I should stay on GTP or leave.
I use to be able to defeat depressions because of my fighting spirit, my character. Not anymore, I lost all my fighting spirit and want everything to end.

I don't know what to do anymore. Can't even remember how it feels to be happy, content. All I feel is all the negative emotions, depression, mental suffering.

It is all about attitude and positive thinking/feeling. Medication is only a tool to help you but you still have to do it yourself. Fight, don't give up, leave the house, say that it will all be better. I lost all of that.

I'm exhausted, mentally. I'm afraid to live, to get older, to suffer even more. I'm done, I've had enough. This doesn't necessarily mean that I'm going to end my life but the thought is there every day almost all the time. I think I still have a little lifeforce in me to stay alive. But who knows, this can change fast for the worst.

Thank you, mom, for giving me this ****ed up brain. Making me, waiting until I was a young adult and commit suicide and leave my father and me behind.


Sorry!

Chris

 

[Michael88]

I'm probably going to make a fool of myself by telling this but I'm in so deep (depression) that I don't know if I should stay on GTP or leave.
I use to be able to defeat depressions because of my fighting spirit, my character. Not anymore, I lost all my fighting spirit and want everything to end.

I don't know what to do anymore. Can't even remember how it feels to be happy, content. All I feel is all the negative emotions, depression, mental suffering.

I feel very similarly, plus I'm fighting a debilitating painful illness from when I wake up till I go to bed - but you know why I carry on? What makes me grind life every single day? Love? The pursuit of happiness? The sheer will to life? Hope things get better?

No, none of those illusions matter.

Its spite. I feel depressed and I've been unable to feel happy even in the very rare events I have reason to, for years. But then I get angry and think I will not let the world defeat me, if I'm forced to go I will do so kicking and screaming, and definitely not willingly. Defying fate and life is what motivates me, I will not give in and give anyone or anything the satisfaction of my destruction.

So if you can't feel happy, get angry. Get angry and defiant. Live despite all of it, do interesting things, try to improve yourself, a day you spit ''fate'', your adversaries and naysayers in the face can never be a fully bad day.

 

[kikie]

I'm still in a very bad place but I think it is best to post some stuff now and then, to put my mind to something else.

A couple of weeks ago, I was very well, all was peachy as I like to say, with a few bad days in between and suddenly a while ago after a very night sleep, I relapsed. I don't understand because I have never had this before.

Another thing that is different is that several doctors prescribed me medication (that I probably don't even need) on which I had an adverse effect and every time I relapsed for a few days after these meds. This is the very first year that they were prescribed even by a psychiatrist who saw me for the first time and only about 20 min.

I pretty sure these meds messed up my already very sensitive brain and made me relapse. All the negative emotions (like jealousy) in combination with depression is what is going through my body all the time. It is unbearable.

 

[HenrySwanson]

I'm still in a very bad place but I think it is best to post some stuff now and then, to put my mind to something else.

A couple of weeks ago, I was very well, all was peachy as I like to say, with a few bad days in between and suddenly a while ago after a very night sleep, I relapsed. I don't understand because I have never had this before.

Another thing that is different is that several doctors prescribed me medication (that I probably don't even need) on which I had an adverse effect and every time I relapsed for a few days after these meds. This is the very first year that they were prescribed even by a psychiatrist who saw me for the first time and only about 20 min.

I pretty sure these meds messed up my already very sensitive brain and made me relapse. All the negative emotions (like jealousy) in combination with depression is what is going through my body all the time. It is unbearable.

I think I asked before but have any of your doctors talked about ECT (electroconvulsive therapy)?

 

[kikie]

Everyone who has never had a depression in his/her life, raise your hand.

I think I asked before but have any of your doctors talked about ECT (electroconvulsive therapy)?

No. I'm not going to ask it myself.

 

[HenrySwanson]

No. I'm not going to ask it myself.

OK that's fair enough.

Have you got other support groups, or anyone else who listens to your problems either online or in person?

 

[kikie]

OK that's fair enough.

Have you got other support groups, or anyone else who listens to your problems either online or in person?

No, I never had anyone to listen to my problems. Not even until today. But things are about to change. I have my very first appointment this Friday with a psychologist specialised in all of my problems I had to deal with from the age of 15.

I bottled up everything for many, many, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany years and tried to cope with it, buried it or try to process it myself until I collapsed in my very first clinical depression at the age of 25.

Maybe I'm going to ask about this ECT after all. You made me curious. Oh, it is just plain old electroshocks.

 

[kikie]

I don't know what to say. At this moment I can barely think or write because I'm all down in de hole of depression. I don't know what to do anymore.
It is so hard, so hard that I want it to end it all immediately.

Two months ago things started to get better and I almost had my life back and then 3 weeks ago after having barely slept I relapsed. Pure suffering and no relieve.

 

[JohnBM01]

Keep trying, keep fighting. Not worth it to give it all up. Take advantage of whatever resources are available to you.

Recently, I've learned of anxiety as being just as debilitating as depression. I never really thought about just how taxing it one's mind and body anxiety can be. There have been times where I admit I can be a bit nervous or considering the worst possible thing to happen. Regardless, I've had more intense depression than I've had anxiety. Some of my most nervous moments have led to me being depressed. Both tend to go hand-in-hand to bring most people to their knees.


Get help where you can and don't give up. Also, and as always, don't let depression or anxiety win.

 

[MatskiMonk]

I've spent the last 20 years trying drink my life away, I drink enough to deserve to be dead already twice over. Today I find out that my best friend, whose overcome testicular cancer to become a father recently, now has about 6 months to live because of a brain tumor.

That ain't fair.

So, last night my friend lost his battle with the tumour growing in his brain.

It's an odd thing. Despite his absolute effort to overcome the insurmountable I have been grieving for him since he told me he was going to die. This morning when I get the message from his wife, I almost didn't feel anything. I know it'll creep up on me, and I'll lose it at some point, but right now, I'm just looking for some meaning in it all, that probably isn't there, to try and make me change my own ways.

My best friend is dead, he had everything to live for. I'm sat here pondering whether or not I should be wasting my life in my own river of self pity.

I said it before, and I'll say it again. It ain't fair.

 

[Touring Mars]

Very sorry to hear that @MatskiMonk

It is very sad news, but it would be unfair on yourself to compare your situation to his, even though it is hard not to make such comparisons at times. Last week was the 10th anniversary of my cousin's death - he was 35 and had two young kids, and there was (still is) me, unmarried, no kids and awaiting a call from the UK Olympic Drinking team.

But there's nothing anyone could have done to stop what happened to your best mate or to my cousin, and we just need to live our own lives the best we can. Yes, it does sharpen one's resolve to not waste time, and to try and live a productive life, but there's simply no legislating for how cruel life can be to some people.

At the very least, though, I can look back and say that I had a great relationship with my cousin and we still would have today if not for his cancer, but the truth is our lives were already very different, even back then.

But I continue to think about and be influenced by my cousin to this day, and I often have a drink in his honour, laugh at the memory of the great times we shared, and cry for his passing frequently. I like to think he would be as proud of me as I am of him, and that makes the 'unfairness' of it easier to bare.

 

[kikie]

Indeed, life ain't fair for a lot of people on this planet.

This depression I'm in since the end of February is the worst depression I have had. But for some reason, I finally understand completely why I'm having this life. All the life puzzle pieces have come together and the picture is complete now and it is all my fault that I have this miserable life. It all started at the age of 14 when one guy in school decided to ***** up my life and started to bully me, call me names and make ridiculous every time he could, even in class. After this Wherever I went, wherever I was, total strangers started to call me names as well. Many times they yelled across the street and every time it hurt like hell, every time I died a little bit inside. I became anxious and depressed but didn't know it. I never told anyone and kept it to myself for many years. Even my friends (neighbours) joined the party of name calling. When this one guy started it all in school, the bullying went in the quantum field and because everyone and everything is connected, everybody started to make my life a living hell. You know, Einstein's spooky action, quantum entanglement.
I started to feel bad about myself. Created a huge minority complex, which I still have and lost all my self-confidence. Created chronic anxiety and a chronic depression which I still have today.

But if I started thinking about this even more, during these last couple of months, I came to the conclusion that it is all my own fault. I didn't do it on purpose of course but the fact that life started to be unfair was all my fault.
I know for sure that it is the way I reacted to this pestering, which went on until my early twenties. I created my own misery by doing nothing about it. By making it a problem, make myself vulnerable and let everybody get under my skin. This made me into who I'm now.

What I'm trying to say is that life hasn't been fair to me at all but I created the personal reality myself, so in all fairness, it is my own fault that life aint't fair. I never did anything about these problems (traumas) and kept on going without finding help. But I didn't know any better.

So sometimes it is your own fault that life isn't fair, but in other cases, it is absolutely not your fault at all and that makes it a tragedy.

Enough rambling.

 

[Touring Mars]

Indeed, life ain't fair for a lot of people on this planet.

This depression I'm in since the end of February is the worst depression I have had. But for some reason, I finally understand completely why I'm having this life. All the life puzzle pieces have come together and the picture is complete now and it is all my fault that I have this miserable life. It all started at the age of 14 when one guy in school decided to ***** up my life and started to bully me, call me names and make ridiculous every time he could, even in class. After this Wherever I went, wherever I was, total strangers started to call me names as well. Many times they yelled across the street and every time it hurt like hell, every time I died a little bit inside. I became anxious and depressed but didn't know it. I never told anyone and kept it to myself for many years. Even my friends (neighbours) joined the party of name calling. When this one guy started it all in school, the bullying went in the quantum field and because everyone and everything is connected, everybody started to make my life a living hell. You know, Einstein's spooky action, quantum entanglement.
I started to feel bad about myself. Created a huge minority complex, which I still have and lost all my self-confidence. Created chronic anxiety and a chronic depression which I still have today.

But if I started thinking about this even more, during these last couple of months, I came to the conclusion that it is all my own fault. I didn't do it on purpose of course but the fact that life started to be unfair was all my fault.
I know for sure that it is the way I reacted to this pestering, which went on until my early twenties. I created my own misery by doing nothing about it. By making it a problem, make myself vulnerable and let everybody get under my skin. This made me into who I'm now.

What I'm trying to say is that life hasn't been fair to me at all but I created the personal reality myself, so in all fairness, it is my own fault that life aint't fair. I never did anything about these problems (traumas) and kept on going without finding help. But I didn't know any better.

So sometimes it is your own fault that life isn't fair, but in other cases, it is absolutely not your fault at all and that makes it a tragedy.

Enough rambling.

Have you described this to a mental health professional?

What you are describing sounds very like the effects of paranoia... which would not be your fault at all.

The bit about total strangers calling you names is very telling... that strongly suggests paranoia i.e. why would someone who has never met you before call you names? How could they even know that this was a thing with you...? In short, it sounds extremely unlikely... but it can be explained by episodes of paranoia.

I'm by no means an expert, but I have experienced paranoia myself once - it was very unsettling and deeply unpleasant, but I also now know that this is what happened.

I was lucky that my experience with paranoia was brief, and that I came to understand it for what it was, as opposed to living permanently with it, and all the mental anguish that that would have invariably caused.

Either way, it is never too late to seek help - and if you haven't spoken to a doctor/mental health professional about this already, then you should.

 

[kikie]

Have you described this to a mental health professional?

What you are describing sounds very like the effects of paranoia... which would not be your fault at all.

The bit about total strangers calling you names is very telling... that strongly suggests paranoia i.e. why would someone who has never met you before call you names? How could they even know that this was a thing with you...? In short, it sounds extremely unlikely... but it can be explained by episodes of paranoia.

I'm by no means an expert, but I have experienced paranoia myself once - it was very unsettling and deeply unpleasant, but I also now know that this is what happened.

I was lucky that my experience with paranoia was brief, and that I came to understand it for what it was, as opposed to living permanently with it, and all the mental anguish that that would have invariably caused.

Either way, it is never too late to seek help - and if you haven't spoken to a doctor/mental health professional about this already, then you should.

No it was not paranoia. I'm absolutely sure of it. It happened many times and it was no imagination.

Why did they do this, well there was something about my appearance that made me an easy target to be bullied. Everybody who has this "feature" is a potential target and it was a feature that was very noticeable. And as you know, kids and youth can be very hard. I was never insulted by an adult, it was always kids and youth. I even confronted some of these kids or youth and tried to resolve this in a diplomatic way.

So again, no paranoia. And if you find it unlikely, fair enough. But it really happened. In my case, the way I looked made it actually very likely that strangers called me names.

I remember that on top gear a guest with the same thing I had was questioned about it by Jeremy. Jeremy asked if this guy was bullied because of this and if it bothered him to look that way. Jeremy even said that looking like that is a problem and people looking like this are almost always victims of being bullied. So, no, again, no paranoia or hallucinations or whatever. It was a hard reality.

On another top gear show, a guy in the audience looked the same way and when Jeremy saw this guy, Jeremy immediately insulted this guy in front of the camera.

I'm still so ashamed that I can't even tell you what it was.

I am actually a little bit hurt that you don't believe me that it happened and blame it on something that hasn't happened.

 

[Touring Mars]

I am actually a little bit hurt that you don't believe me

Don't be, it makes more sense with the additional information you added in this follow-up post.

Please remember, if you are going to post stuff publicly, then you are inviting people to comment and react... that's what this thread is for. I didn't say I don't believe you - I said it sounded very like paranoia, based on my own experience of such... but I didn't say it was, or that I don't believe you.

In any case, it would be a good idea to discuss this with someone who has proper training in how to deal with such things - bullying is awful and scarring, and it can and does happen to people at all ages and in all walks of life - but it is never too late to speak to people about it and try to fix some of the terrible damage it can cause, and hence everyone in this thread is here to help as much as they can with that.

 

[kikie]

Don't be, it makes more sense with the additional information you added in this follow-up post.

Please remember, if you are going to post stuff publicly, then you are inviting people to comment and react... that's what this thread is for. I didn't say I don't believe you - I said it sounded very like paranoia, based on my own experience of such... but I didn't say it was, or that I don't believe you.

In any case, it would be a good idea to discuss this with someone who has proper training in how to deal with such things - bullying is awful and scarring, and it can and does happen to people at all ages and in all walks of life - but it is never too late to speak to people about it and try to fix some of the terrible damage it can cause, and hence everyone in this thread is here to help as much as they can with that.

Thanks.

And yes I have contact with a psychologist but I had to cancel two appointments because I was so severely depressed those days.

I never believed in talking to psychologists. I always thought it was a waste of time because what can they do to help me. I changed my mind since June when a psychiatrist, was only one consultation, told me several times during the 20 min. she saw me that I have to go to a psychologist. Even her secretary repeated this on the phone several times. According to this psychiatrist (she), without seeing a psychologist I would stay in this negative spiral, keep having anxiety and depressions.

I do regret though that I never did anything about it. One time I went to a psychologist and after the first session, I was so convinced that it was a waste of time and never went back.

I do have this feeling that it is too late to get better because I have wasted the most beautiful times of my life and I will never get this back and have the life almost everyone has.

 

[MatskiMonk]

I'm still so ashamed that I can't even tell you what it was.

Might help you to just say what it was. If you feel it's an obstacle or barrier, or something you need to hide... knock it down... own it.

Getting called names by strangers really isn't normal or the kind of thing you should try and rationalise... we all know kids can be ****'s to any other kid for basically any reason... but short of having a swastika tattooed on your forehead you're probably being unfair to yourself to feel shame over something like this.

 

[kikie]

Might help you to just say what it was. If you feel it's an obstacle or barrier, or something you need to hide... knock it down... own it.

Getting called names by strangers really isn't normal or the kind of thing you should try and rationalise... we all know kids can be ****'s to any other kid for basically any reason... but short of having a swastika tattooed on your forehead you're probably being unfair to yourself to feel shame over something like this.

Nope, I'm so not ready to say what it was.

Of course, it is not normal but it happened anyway. And people with the same thing would probably have had the same problems. By the way, these strangers were always kids or slightly older. So they were younger than me or around my age. When I got older, in my early twenties it still happened and still by kids who were much younger than me.

I can't remember when but it all suddenly stopped. I still feel anxiety when I'm riding my bike and come across kids.



Pfff, whatever. I'm literally sick and tired of this life anyway.

 

[MatskiMonk]

Nope, I'm so not ready to say what it was.

Pfff, whatever. I'm literally sick and tired of this life anyway.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

I found it very difficult talking to my GP in the early days. I don't know if shame is a word I'd use, more embarrassment, and for me it's not the issue was embarrassing, it's that I let it become an issue is what I struggled to talk about. With hindsight, I can still see why.. But I'd rather have wasted less of the last 25 years failing to deal with it myself and put up with the 30 seconds of embarrassment that just blurting it out to a professional would have caused.

These things rot us more every day that we keep them inside us.

 

[kikie]

Don't be too hard on yourself

I'm aren't I?

These things rot us more every day that we keep them inside us.

Indeed. Don't I know it.




BTW I have had happy periods in my life as well. If I look back at those times, I like what I see (in my head). I still have good times but that is thanks to the antidepressant.

 

[HenrySwanson]

Thanks.

And yes I have contact with a psychologist but I had to cancel two appointments because I was so severely depressed those days.

I never believed in talking to psychologists. I always thought it was a waste of time because what can they do to help me. I changed my mind since June when a psychiatrist, was only one consultation, told me several times during the 20 min. she saw me that I have to go to a psychologist. Even her secretary repeated this on the phone several times. According to this psychiatrist (she), without seeing a psychologist I would stay in this negative spiral, keep having anxiety and depressions.

I do regret though that I never did anything about it. One time I went to a psychologist and after the first session, I was so convinced that it was a waste of time and never went back.

I do have this feeling that it is too late to get better because I have wasted the most beautiful times of my life and I will never get this back and have the life almost everyone has.

This seems like you will benefit from a psychologist as the psychiatrist likely believes your problems are more amenable to psychological input. I'd see it as a starting point more than anything else. That being said I would see if there is medical treatment that can be used in combination with the psychologist as you want the most effective intervention - particularly if you are cancelling appointments.

 

[GTPVenomZombie]

I have a problem.

So I have this good friend of mine who I've known since early 2014, and during the last couple of years in my life he has been there for through the hardest of times. Although, one day in late 2018, he went in a mood with me because I was trying to make conversation with him and he just replied back with a one word reply. So I ignored it, didn't bother responding then he had a go at me saying I should show him more respect. I literally tell him and provve how much respect I have for my friend, I'm always defending him and So then I stood my ground, and told him like it was saying "How am I meant to reply to a one word reply?"... Now everyday then I've felt forced to talk to him, we've not a day where we have not talked since then. And a lot of the time, about 75% of the conversations we have these days he replies with one liners when we're in a conversation, and I have no idea how to reply but I get the feeling he expects me to reply when I simply don't know how too, so I go to the extra length of creating a new conversation just so he won't fall out with me again over me not replying.

The thing is, I went through an awful stage in my life, and my friend was there for me. He helped me, and I'll always have respect and appreciation for it. So I'm stuck from a certain point of view, and I have no idea what to do. It's also like when some of the biggest moments in my life which has also happened, my other friends would congratulate me and be over the moon say when I passed my college course and stuff, found a job, got more shifts etc. but he never really seems that bothered. But as soon as he's done something big in his life, I'm really happy for him. I don't get a lot of appreciation back from him, I've payed his bills during times when he could not afford it, I've literally bailed him out, and he just does not make the effort with me some days when I try to make effort with him. It's like a couple times a week we'll have this big conversation about something, say Football for example then the rest of the conversation is all forced with his one liner replies. For example, I'll try to have a conversation with him, then he'll either reply with a one liner or he'll just completely ignore a chunk of the message or question I sent and it really makes me angry. If I did that, he would not like it. A lot of the conversations are forced and it makes me feel awful. I don't talk to a lot of my other friends everyday, me and my other friends usually just talk when something comes up or just for a general chat, not everyday and it's really exhausting when the conversations turns into one liners and I'm having to pick up the conversation. Whenever I tell him what I'm doing all I get is "Nice", whereas when he tells me what he's doing I actually show a bit of interest and talk more about it too. Which really discourages me to continue the conversation.

I'd appreciate any help or advice. Sorry if my wording is off too, not feeling the greatest tonight. Just need a change and don't know how to do it.

 

[HenrySwanson]

I have a problem.

So I have this good friend of mine who I've known since early 2014, and during the last couple of years in my life he has been there for through the hardest of times. Although, one day in late 2018, he went in a mood with me because I was trying to make conversation with him and he just replied back with a one word reply. So I ignored it, didn't bother responding then he had a go at me saying I should show him more respect. I literally tell him and provve how much respect I have for my friend, I'm always defending him and So then I stood my ground, and told him like it was saying "How am I meant to reply to a one word reply?"... Now everyday then I've felt forced to talk to him, we've not a day where we have not talked since then. And a lot of the time, about 75% of the conversations we have these days he replies with one liners when we're in a conversation, and I have no idea how to reply but I get the feeling he expects me to reply when I simply don't know how too, so I go to the extra length of creating a new conversation just so he won't fall out with me again over me not replying.

The thing is, I went through an awful stage in my life, and my friend was there for me. He helped me, and I'll always have respect and appreciation for it. So I'm stuck from a certain point of view, and I have no idea what to do. It's also like when some of the biggest moments in my life which has also happened, my other friends would congratulate me and be over the moon say when I passed my college course and stuff, found a job, got more shifts etc. but he never really seems that bothered. But as soon as he's done something big in his life, I'm really happy for him. I don't get a lot of appreciation back from him, I've payed his bills during times when he could not afford it, I've literally bailed him out, and he just does not make the effort with me some days when I try to make effort with him. It's like a couple times a week we'll have this big conversation about something, say Football for example then the rest of the conversation is all forced with his one liner replies. For example, I'll try to have a conversation with him, then he'll either reply with a one liner or he'll just completely ignore a chunk of the message or question I sent and it really makes me angry. If I did that, he would not like it. A lot of the conversations are forced and it makes me feel awful. I don't talk to a lot of my other friends everyday, me and my other friends usually just talk when something comes up or just for a general chat, not everyday and it's really exhausting when the conversations turns into one liners and I'm having to pick up the conversation. Whenever I tell him what I'm doing all I get is "Nice", whereas when he tells me what he's doing I actually show a bit of interest and talk more about it too. Which really discourages me to continue the conversation.

I'd appreciate any help or advice. Sorry if my wording is off too, not feeling the greatest tonight. Just need a change and don't know how to do it.

Has your friend got a diagnosed mental health condition that you know of?

 

[GTPVenomZombie]

Has your friend got a diagnosed mental health condition that you know of?

Nope, he doesn’t. I check up on him quite a lot as well, but he never really checks up on me much. I'm just going to give the same effort I receive from now on, because it's just draining mentally.

 

[HenrySwanson]

Nope, he doesn’t. I check up on him quite a lot as well, but he never really checks up on me much. I'm just going to give the same effort I receive from now on, because it's just draining mentally.

Is he like this with his other friends?

 

[W3H5]

I have a problem.

Sometimes the best people who you can be around are the ones with which silence isn't uncomfortable.

I can relate to your experience, I have a similar issue with my wife, but part of that is down to language differences.

Unrelated, I've had vivid dreams recently that would put fear into Steven King. Terrifyingly twisted. Last night I woke up after one considerably dreadful dream and my heart rate was through the roof. At 3am I had to have a cigarette to stop my body from trembling.

I'm still wondering if I can get PTSD from these dreams. They're really taking a toll on my mental health.

 

[JohnBM01]

You sometimes come across something as a pleasant surprise. Last week, I received a YouTube recommendation for a kids' cartoon series called Molang. I am mentioning Molang, not Mojang (creators of the Minecraft series). Anyhow... I saw one video and became a fan. The cuteness of Molang is enough to bring a smile to your face and warm your heart. Molang is this chubby bunny who has a little chick friend named Piu Piu. Together, the two engage in some unique and fun adventures. It is an adorable series that just warms your heart. It's cute without being annoyingly cute.

I think the problem with some depressed or anxious people is that they don't really know or regard certain things people consider as happy escapes. They will always feel as if there is nothing to be happy about anymore or can't seem to generate any energy towards being happy. It is best to try to find something to be happy about or do something to help generate some happiness and hope. Even simply saying hello to someone can help someone feel happy and loved. Depression can bring you down and hurt you slowly. Get help if you can. If you are alone, do everything you can to try to keep a smile on your face. Reach out to someone if you can.


Don't let depression or anxiety win.

 

[GTPVenomZombie]

Is he like this with his other friends?

Not from what I've seen. It's just really hard for me, because he expects me to talk to him everyday but makes almost no effort in his replies so sometimes I take about 10 mins just thinking of a reply back. Last time I never replied to his message which was a one worder, he had a go at me for it and almost fell out with me over it. So ever since, I've had anxiety about not replying to his messages. Sounds pretty bad when I read that over actually. Really affects my moods when I'm the one having to make conversation 80% of the time and still getting baraly nothing back.