Suicide prevention hotlines. It helps to have a neutral voice to emphasise with me or tell me what help I need to sought out.
Who do you reach out to
Nobody
and why
Asperger’s
Okay, technically I’m reaching out to my homie depression
Please seek help because I don’t like seeing good people in this place. If you need help, please call 988. You’re worth it.
It is what it is bottle up everything what’s the worst that can happen
I guess that’s the American help line? To anyone that struggles with residency in Germany, there’s the Telefonseelsorge. To bring up the courage and reach out is hard, but no one will ever judge you!
Yes, I apologize for the assumption that you are US-based. The 988 help line is the recent addition to our system. Instead of summoning the police which makes everything worse, this gets mental health assistance.
You op, can we all reach out to you?
He means if he can reach out to you if he needs help
I am blessed to have two friendships that I have been able to maintain even through times of depression and paranoia, mostly because they are stubborn and forgiving enough to stay with me and reach out, even when my delusions of having to isolate from everyone because I am too horrible and bad to deserve friendships kick in. It’s a privilege I know isn’t guaranteed in life and I am so damn lucky that the mess I have comes with them.
If you are going through tough times and don’t have anyone at the ready, I know it can be hard, don’t give up. There’s the professional stuff like therapists, emergency hotlines, self-help groups and, yes, sometimes even strangers on the internet can be enough to give you a necessary mirror to at least lessen any delusional self-hatred and hopelesness that can creep up. Reaching out can be hard and seem impossible, but it is possible, and it is worth it - you are worth it.
“reach out” 😂
Oh! Sorry, you used the right phrasing.
I was being self deprecating, because I don’t have anyone to reach out to! 😅
Hey, Queermunist, you can tell me what’s going on? On Lemmy, we’re all friends and look after each other.
Oh! Well, I didn’t understand I was trans until the pandemic (I kept getting ma’amed because of the masks and really liked it, that’s when I knew) and I was 29 by that point. I don’t want to die anymore ? It’s great!
I also have no friends because I was too depressed and dysphoric for a decade after HS to maintain relationships. Also failed out of college so I’m a factory worker (though I don’t hate it) and live in the middle of nowhere. So, yeah, I don’t really have people to reach out to.
Oh. It’s so great that you don’t want to die anymore. Now that you explain it, it seems not as bad as before not having friends. Maybe I could tell something about me as well. When I finished College(12 Years Education) in my country, I had terrible mood swings, I had a terrible crush on one person for literally 4 years, and Since, I couldn’t be with this person, I was tormented just at the sight of that person. Now that, I’m in University, I have made good friends, even though, I used to think I have social anxiety, which I’ve 90% Conquered now. P.S. Sorry about making this about me. Either ignore it, or tell me more about yourself.
Naw we can both share 😊
Though uh, there’s just not much more about myself? Well, there’s a job opening coming up this fall that comes with college benefits and I’m going to try to go for that. I’ll probably go into skilled trades, maybe as an electrician? We’ll see!
Hey, Good luck with that. Try your best.
Wow you’re kinda in my position except I’m not trans and got some of my family left that care about me. Keep fighting the good fight buddy hopefully you’ll find yourself some friends
Gin and Jack are best way to “reach out” a sip of them and all the pain is gone for a moment
My mind gets burnt out from feeling that way and I start doing the bare minimum to put food in my belly. It usually goes uphill from there
I have been that low a couple of times, and my current mentality has managed to get me out. It’s astounding how close it is, somewhat like an unrefined version of self-help books which advise you to get up after getting to such a point.
Also the fact that I have no one to rely on might have made this a coping mechanism.
Cheers
Reality dictates my emotions
vs
Emotions dictate my reality
You are the 2nd type and it’s an invalid belief system. You can’t change reality by believing it away. You are suppressing your emotions. That’s what you mean by “live in such a way that I don’t reach that point”. It’s suppression. You will boil over, eventually. The harder you suppress, the more explosive it will be when you finally break.
Fact: HUMANS ARE SOCIAL CREATURES.
We REQUIRE socialization. Everyone NEEDS someone to talk to. Eventually.
Slow down, cousin. You’ve misread. Nobody here is arguing for suppressing emotions. What I’m saying is, I don’t have a support structure that’s reliable in crisis. The answer to that is reaching out to my unreliable support structure well in advance, to get the support I need when issues first arise. I can’t afford to bottle, because as you said, bottles explode, and I can’t survive that. Feelings gotta be processed as soon as possible, just in case the first attempt, or the second, or the third, don’t pan out.
I thought you were being pretty clear, but maybe because it reminds me of how I’m working through my own stuff. I used to suppress a lot of my emotions, thoughts, and feelings and just say whatever.
Now I find it better to focus my time trying to talk to and help people. The intrusive thoughts come less than they used to. I notice a difference when they start coming on stronger and I make better choices instead of living in a bottle. I’ve been focusing on my health: exercise, nutrition, and sleep are 3 great pillars to build on.
This is definitely a thing I’m working on
My homies: Marcus, Seneca and Epictetus.
I am a fan of Schopenhauer and Cioran myself - go so low that the only choice is to go up from there.
Cheers me up quite quickly too, perhaps I’m just morbid by default (Nietzsche doesn’t quite do it for me)
Based
I guess it depends on what I’m at my breaking point about. In prior times, it would have been my spouse. Now that I’m considering leaving them, it’s been my handful of close friends from school. I trust their judgement and advice, and they’ve always been a supportive presence despite the many stressors of the past few years. I know if things got really bad, they’d take me in temporarily or try to help however was in their means.
Im not even sure if I have a breaking point anymore, because I could swear if anything it’s behind me already. Im already broke.
Too many of my problems are material. Therapist says I’m burnt out and need rest/vacation but my student loans say if you stop paying us down you’ll never afford a house. Even paying down principle during the entire interest rate freeze hasn’t gotten me below the original loan balance. I can’t afford to fix it.
I’ve had conversations with one of my friends during some of my lowest points, and I remember him saying once: “I wonder how many mental illnesses could be cured by just giving people enough money to live comfortably.” There is some great truth there.
Hang in there, if not just for yourself, then for loved ones and for all the people that share your frustrations and struggles, there always is the possibility of change, there are years in which weeks happen and weeks in which years happen, and behind every strike lurks the possibility of revolution - as soon as opportunity arises, your frustration and helplessness can be directed towards change.
That’s at least one thing that keeps me sane.
Do you think you carry on in said broken state, or do you feel OK now that said events (which caused the broken state) are behind you?
I think humans can adapt to almost anything. Maybe one day all the walls will come crashing down but for now, they haven’t.
A few times I needed to leave home and get my mind cleared. Distance helped. I would go to my friends house for the night. I’m in Chicago Area and he was in Champaign.
He move to San Francisco so I went to my Grandmothers in Toronto for a week.
Other times I take the dog to do something.
That wasn’t sustainable so I started seeing a therapist if only just to vent and put an emotion on what I’m feeling. I have so much to vent that I make my therapist overwhelmed.
My cats, husband, close friends and then therapist. Why I cuddle with my cats during hard times should be obvious, also husband. But when it’s really bad I definetly text or call my therapist and cry on her voicemail.
I reach out to my husband, who is super awesome and usually can help me put my problems either into perspective or out of my mind. I’m usually good at changing my mental channel, but sometimes I struggle and I’m grateful that he knows how to help.
When I’m not at my breaking point but am having a crappy day, I reach out to my dog. She’s not very cuddly and she’s dumb as a box of hair. She’ll sniff my face (focusing on the eyeballs, god knows why) and then turn away and cold shoulder me. But if I try to get up and walk away she’ll follow me like velcro. It cheers me up in a bizarre way :)
You’re very lucky to have him. Upvoted
I’m the luckiest! He’s a wonderful man.
Everybody on earth should have a therapist, whether they think they need one or not
Especially therapists, probably.
