Existential depression > pizza
I loove Pizza :3
Who’s reassuring people things will get better? Sounds like unsubstantiated propaganda to me.
I wish when people tell me things will get better that they had like a solid plan for things getting better.
That was me yesterday having a panic attack over not being able to go outside and getting my stuff done because it was 100° outside. Lol my friend reassured me though. I do infact feel a lot better today. Sometimes all I need is just someone to tell me not to worry so much and that it will be okay. Just depends on what exactly I’m stressing about.
OP or anyone else who needs this: Everything’s going to be okay. Don’t make yourself sick by worrying about things that are not in your control or with things haven’t even happened. Hope you all have a nice and calm day. I left a Klonopin on the kitchen table for ya if it gets really bad. You got this no worries :)
it really does help to just talk to a friend, even if all they do is listen. ive worked myself up into a mental health episode worrying about stuff and just told a friend im struggling and felt so much better it was crazy. they literally didnt do anything but listen to me. sometimes it feels like rubber ducking, just gotta get the words out to recontextualize the problem and see that its not so bad.
por que no los dos
Both is good
I worry a lot. But I remember a conversation I once eavesdropped on:
“So you worry about something going wrong?”
“Yes.”
“What do you do when things go wrong?”
“Um… deal with the problem, I guess?”
“So what are you worrying about?”
But what if me stressing out about the problem is what got it sorted??
Stresses more
That one day I won’t be able to deal with it.
Oh yeah, same here. For all the mental health stuff I’ve worked on, I still can’t shake my fear of the future.
A unshakable feeling of dread and despair is a side effect of oxygen problems (ie not enough oxyhen.) Also a side effect of not getting enough pizza.
sigh
It’s me, I like pizza and a sense of dread that bores through every stability I’ve ever created, repeatedly crashing into the core of my person, leaving splintered hope and dreams in chunks, floating in a suspended fluid of regret and wistfulness, rotting into distorted daydreams before permanently losing any sense of color, and only the ennui, the despair, the crushing hopelessness and the dread remains.
I mean, I’m doing alright, I guess.
I’m sorry, I just read the first part and got excited about pizza.
