Mental Health The Rant Thread Vs. Really? How Does That Make You Feel?

I got hit on by this really really hot cashier today but my dumb ass forgot to get her name and number. I blame benzos and alcohol for this fuck you cunts!
 
A place to write,but nobody hear u....who cares.each one with his/her own pain.Fear.....a labyrinth....just a blind man wandering at moonless night...tired to be or not to be...depression I guess....anhedonia....and many more
 
I’m fucked and always falling into the same damn cycles again I feel so damn alone and abandoned, why does everyone stop responding to me when I need them most? I feel like this toy people use when they want to feel something or do something impulsive, but when they realize I’m a person with an actual drug abuse problem and not this quirky manic thing to spice up your life with, everyone leaves.

The urge to say fuck it, run away and go on the biggest bender to hopefully not survive is getting bigger by the day. I don’t want to wake up anymore and I often resent the side of me that keeps me alive, stupid moodswings.
 
Up my dose of everythin'...painkillers,gaba's....got panic attacks...got to try stop readin' frontline news.....stop watchin' this death,destruction&decay....declinin'mentally badly man...a silent horror.can't handle this anymore😓🥶🤢
I feel so hard man, the world is going to absolute shit and everyone shames you if you don’t remain ‘normal and functional’, as if drug abuse in any way shape or form isn’t a natural response to the state of the world. And then it makes me even sadder, because the people unable to continue living in today’s world are the ones who care the most.

No amount of therapy can cure the natural reaction our human minds have to the state of the world.

And I think it’s easy to get lost in this doom and it’s so much easier to just escape from it all. I feel like solidarity is what humans need now more than ever and to acknowledge that everything’s shit and to live in spite of it. But then that’s so easy to say and so damn hard to do
 
Broda..none is"normal and functional".at least not like before...the times are dark,difficult..most of the people after work hit the bottle right in the moment they are in home...Pregabs goes like candies...benzos also.talk about "normal workin' people"""..v.i.ps.,rich...most of them are on coke and alcoholics.haha last time I go in pharmacy to buy Pregabs this old granny who sold the meds put her hand in her pocket and put few blisters in front of me(her personal daily stash I guess....then realising what she was doin'...correct her error and gaves the Pregabs from a shell..haha..I like this old lady pharmacist....always nodding
 
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yeh I feel too. now we even.

heeeh heee heeeh heh

teee heee heee

he heee yeah passive assertive.
 
Ive had my FB restricted again this time for 2 fucking months! All because i asked some conservative bitch if she was on drugs. Fucking snowflakes!
 
Fuckin waited around for 3 hours today for the doctor to call me only for them to email me saying sorry if there s any confusion but your appointment is for tomorrow. What a load of total shit.
 
Squirming inside somehow...just like chained t with invisible chains....locked in my fears....sometimes little better,but in general with big inner tension.idk what's gonna happen.....but something is gonna happen
 
stressed about going to DMV tomorrow morning they always give bad news ime. freaking sucks, man.
"oh ya have two more tickets in * ya gotta straighten out before we can continue" is sop for the last 7 years.
ugh really
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Freakin it's always something to throw the monkey wrench into the mix.
Spend time, effort and the energy to push past my comfortable limits to get shit done and half the time (at least) it's all for noght.
If I had an accurate crystal ball I wouldn't have these issues... anyone have an extra they can donate to a tired, exhausted, frustrated old man?
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got prepare for the winter as to woods.chopped two days...good job.Satan came and gone as usual....the venom leak out of me slowly....till the next time..may be someone would understand....hey my counterpart...my brother.I embrace u hard...Hold on my unknown brother
 
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It's not only the time of year right now bringing me down, it's the entire last year, it kinda broke me. I didn't accomplish anything, I only managed to fuck up the most meaningful things to me, quit drugs and was hoping to change everything for the better, then relapsed again. I don't feel right anymore, can't even seem to think at times, like right now actually. I was going to rant about stuff, just blacked out, now it's gone. Like it was a great sentence, I think, my short term memory is gone again.

I tried doing the right thing, in my mind at the time anyways, but hindsight is 20/20. What does it matter now when it has only made everything infinitely worse? I feel like a fucking asshole, I think that's all I feel right now.
 
Guys, I'm feeling tired of my life rn and am getting intrusive suicidal thoughts. I feel burnt out in so many ways and I think it might be time to put down the drooogz.

I've been dealing with some stuff in my personal life. My mom (pretty much the only member of my family I'm not estranged from and my best friend) is suffering from aphasia, which is honestly breaking my heart every day.

Perhaps the best gift I can give her is to be totally clear and present again (which i've never managed since age 12... unless I was in rehab or a psych institution).

I also had pretty much my one main friend here in my little town spiral out with substances and he became a paranoid and anxious mess...he's back at a group home now.

All this to say that I feel acutely like the biggest loser on the planet. My negative self talk is so bad and when I open my mouth I hear myself sounding jaded and tired. I feel ancient even though I'm in my mid 30s. I have very little to show for my life.

I'm a useless fucking worm.
 
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