the_rook
Greenlighter
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- Jul 7, 2022
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I'm currently trying meditation, but it's like a carrot on a stick. I can't sit for long, and I can't get deep. I'm too anxious and my mind has trouble settling. When it is settled, I'm usually too fatigued or sluggish to have a good session. And my lower back can't support my torso for long when the conditions seem right. Even in a chair.
My thoughts and moods crush me almost all the time.
I want to "free my mind" but it seems impossible.
I want to shed this mortal coil and go on to something better. I know that suicide is not the right way to go about that. I am a survivor of my own suicide attempt from years ago.
Backstory:
I'm in my thirties. My first drug (that wasn't weed or alcohol) was ecstasy. I started using ecstasy when I was 20. Was fun for two and a half times. On my third roll I started tripping that I was in the matrix for real. Thought aliens were reading my thoughts. Thought my brain was chipped. Other wild ass shit.
Did X for about a year, and less than a dozen times ever. My shit has been fucked ever since then. Ecstasy use is what I most attribute to the suffering of my mind.
Was on psych meds for a decade, had health issues from them so I went off them, did great for 6 months. And then BAM! no sleep. Heavy ass moods. Heavy ass thoughts. Hard for people to be around me because I was becoming insane all over again, but in a different way.
So I started taking meds again, about a year ago. Started on Trazadone. Could sleep again. Was feeling better and lighter. Then my thoughts and mind states got heavier again. Started on a mood stabilizer (Lamictal). Got a bit lighter for a while. But then everything got heavy again. Was having trouble getting at least 6 hours of sleep. Started on an antipsychotic. Was feeling lighter, but there's weird personality side effects from that. Subtle ones really, but they deconstruct the facade of my person to others. And now, heaviness again. [timeline for clarity:----1 yr ago: started trazadone----few months later: started lamictal----few months after that: started antipsychotic---- and then, a few months later, it is now today].
So now: I hate myself almost every day. I want to be kind to myself, and I try. It doesn't seem to help. All effort in anything seems to be futile vanity. I want to find an end to my suffering in this life, but as I look into buddhism I'm not finding answers to what I should be doing now. In all my recollections of my memories I only cringe. My folks' lives would have been a hell of a lot easier if I had never existed. My partner would have found someone else while in their good years to have children with.
This life feels like hell almost all the time, and has been especially hellish since age 21.
Is there a way out? Or am I doomed to this shit existence for eternity? It seems like anything interesting is more about selling crap than liberation. I don't believe "blue pills" exist, but I'd sure as shit take one if I could have some semblance of happiness in this life.
My thoughts and moods crush me almost all the time.
I want to "free my mind" but it seems impossible.
I want to shed this mortal coil and go on to something better. I know that suicide is not the right way to go about that. I am a survivor of my own suicide attempt from years ago.
Backstory:
I'm in my thirties. My first drug (that wasn't weed or alcohol) was ecstasy. I started using ecstasy when I was 20. Was fun for two and a half times. On my third roll I started tripping that I was in the matrix for real. Thought aliens were reading my thoughts. Thought my brain was chipped. Other wild ass shit.
Did X for about a year, and less than a dozen times ever. My shit has been fucked ever since then. Ecstasy use is what I most attribute to the suffering of my mind.
Was on psych meds for a decade, had health issues from them so I went off them, did great for 6 months. And then BAM! no sleep. Heavy ass moods. Heavy ass thoughts. Hard for people to be around me because I was becoming insane all over again, but in a different way.
So I started taking meds again, about a year ago. Started on Trazadone. Could sleep again. Was feeling better and lighter. Then my thoughts and mind states got heavier again. Started on a mood stabilizer (Lamictal). Got a bit lighter for a while. But then everything got heavy again. Was having trouble getting at least 6 hours of sleep. Started on an antipsychotic. Was feeling lighter, but there's weird personality side effects from that. Subtle ones really, but they deconstruct the facade of my person to others. And now, heaviness again. [timeline for clarity:----1 yr ago: started trazadone----few months later: started lamictal----few months after that: started antipsychotic---- and then, a few months later, it is now today].
So now: I hate myself almost every day. I want to be kind to myself, and I try. It doesn't seem to help. All effort in anything seems to be futile vanity. I want to find an end to my suffering in this life, but as I look into buddhism I'm not finding answers to what I should be doing now. In all my recollections of my memories I only cringe. My folks' lives would have been a hell of a lot easier if I had never existed. My partner would have found someone else while in their good years to have children with.
This life feels like hell almost all the time, and has been especially hellish since age 21.
Is there a way out? Or am I doomed to this shit existence for eternity? It seems like anything interesting is more about selling crap than liberation. I don't believe "blue pills" exist, but I'd sure as shit take one if I could have some semblance of happiness in this life.