treatments and therapies. It is only a matter of time till you find the perfect therapy for you. To give you an example they figured out that people who were intolerant of others calmed the fuck down for at least a year after doing magic mushrooms. Who would have guessed that. So there will soon be therapeutic medicine for that. This is the age of the brain. So have some hope.One day soon you'll be closer to fine. And those antipsychotics? They totally elevate your mood in my experience.

I'm sorry you're in such a dark place tonight.

I cannot speak for you, but only for myself, but for me the point of living is just being alive. I feel my toes wiggle in my slippers, I feel my fingers on the keyboard, talking to you, I see my clock on the wall opposite me.

All these things and many more, give me purpose. I love the sensation of being alive.

I wish the same for you...

Very perceptive, IMO. I certainly got something out of it.

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventures-in-depression.html

Meds and other therapy have worked for me. (Alcohol does not...)

My life is always "a fucking mess" but my dogs and quite a few people love me.

You've got friends here.

Good luck!

I don't understand it, but I've got a critter and kids who love me.

When I was there, I often wanted to slap people who said "I know how you feel." So I'll just say, hang on. I will be thinking of you.

peace and low stress

Feeling slightly better today.

I generally try to think of other times I've felt like that, and understand that these periods always pass, and I eventually feel better. In the middle of it, there seems to be little hope. I know that my thinking is distorted at that time. But once the intense depressive period has passed, I can look back and see things with clearer vision. And I try to hold on to that knowledge when things turn dark again.

Thanks. My normal state is unfortunately not exactly a happy state either. It's more of an exhausted state of resignation. At least in the past 6 to 8 months or so. I seem to have little energy for much else but lying in bed. I can get one or two activities done a day but that's it. If this continues too much longer I might assume I have chronic fatigue syndrome.

Most of the time I feel that I have failed so miserably in life that I have become the most successful failure in the history of humanity.
My failure doesn't seem evil just a pattern of looking in thru a window at life and missing out all the time.

To be fair there are a hell of a lot of genuinely bad people out there so on the scale of all of humanity I'm still positively winning as I'm actually a good person. But on the scale of good AND a success (no mater how you wish to measure that) and good AND a failure, I feel very much closer to the later. Give me an opportunity and even a sizable head start, I'm sure I'll find some way to screw it up. Anyway misery loves company