Hihihi PD.
I'm sad that I haven't really had the time to engage in much discussion here, I miss you guys. But I've been collaborating with my little sis' on a creative project that we're both really excited about, and you all will get to hear it soon...!
Anyway, depression. I've said this before, but a key moment for me was the realization that happiness is all a matter of perspective. There's nothing inherently good or bad about life. No matter your circumstances, whether you're sick or well, rich or poor, etc., you can see your life as a blessing, or a curse.
Another major obstacle for me was a fear of pain. It was hugely empowering for me to begin to accept that there's nothing wrong with pain; it's an important part of being human. Life is like getting a tattoo you're really excited about, or eating a fiery hot Thai dish, or feeling your muscles burn in an intense workout. Is the pain a burden, or is it an exciting rite of passage into something wonderful? Again, all a matter of perspective.
This is totally the case for me too. When I started making art and especially playing music again, my depression became a thing of the past. I put a lot of time and energy into it, and the action itself is so rewarding because I love it, it makes me feel great, and I feel like I am doing what I am supposed to be doing.
Totally agree. It's kind of a chicken or the egg thing, though. When you're depressed, it can be really difficult to drum up the inspiration to engage in your passions. Which makes depression quite a vicious cycle.
That and winning the lottery so I can quit working and just skydive and hike aweseome mountain trails and have a personal chef that follows me cooking indian food because I'm lazy as fuck.
I dunno man. Money is power and all, but if all the money I ever needed just landed in my lap, I think it would strip me of the necessary motivation to do something productive with my life. I'd love to think that I would follow my passion for music just for the sake of bringing joy to the world, but honestly without the carrot at the end of the stick called a paycheck, I might just browse Bluelight and play video games all day.
Plus, how much fun is it to spend money that you didn't really
earn? Wealth is cool because it represents all the blood, sweat, and tears that went into it.
Come to think, even my shitty, low-wage day job is a source of happiness for me, but I would never do it in a million years if I didn't need the money. I think it's a blessing in disguise that we have to work for a living.
I've been using piracetam recently. I used to use it on and off for years but it's been a good 5 years probably. I've tried using noopept, which I like, and some others, most of which seemed no better than piracetam, or worse. Sunifiram was good sometimes, as a tiny bit of a stimulant, but didn't feel good to use a lot. I am finding I really like piracetam the best of that sort of nootropic. It really gets my morning brain fog cleared, and I feel very efficient and calm, and even more motivated at work. Much easier to stay on task. Overall I feel better and clearer. I have abused my brain recently in several periods of time, and this feels good, like I'm reversing some of that strain.
Hmm... now I want to try piracetam.
I say depression, but not many cases are clinical depression I think. How depressed are you if you have a very good reason to feel bad?
This is an excellent point. Are you clinically depressed, or just rightfully disappointed?
