The Alcoholism and Crippling Depression Thread

For some reason I never want to drink when I'm depressed. Alcoholics are fucking pathetic tbh, they'd be among the first to be culled in my hypothetical kingdom.

I went to an AA meeting tuesday and wednesday and then had my group earlier today at rehab. And then see my rehab counselor tomorrow morning.
 
Watching him stumble around Parishes trying to talk to your about philosophy was hilarious. Just like watching him trying to sing karaoke songs while super trashed.

Fucking good times.

Indeed. A lot of it seemed like a facade, though. When he opened up to me, he seemed like he was voicing a lot of disappointment with life. That, coupled with Zach messaging me about how he was truly concerned about me, and the fact that he had such promise. I'm not going to lie, I've spent the last hour crying about it. I cry maybe once every 2-3 years, and I sincerely don't remember the last time I wept like a bitch.
 
I was diagnosed with "major depression" as a kid and teenager and I realized the diagnosis was shit the first time I tripped hard. I realized my brain wasn't broken and simply incapable of producing enough happiness chemicals, but that I had bad experiences I blocked out and didn't let myself process and because of that, I wasn't letting myself get what I wanted out of life.

This makes me wary of depression diagnoses. I see so many happy kids that I find the idea that somehow your brain just fucks up producing happiness to be fishy. Surroundings and habits are a huge thing. Besides, neuroscience has yet to actually connect chemicals and consciousness beyond "this is associated with this." How consciousness actually happens is still unknown. The first person to actually show how consciousness works physically gets a Nobel prize.

So even though a depressed person's brain is different from a non-depressed person's, that doesn't mean it's all the brain's doing. If a hungry tiger jumped on my bed, my brain would look different than it does now when I'm typing this, but the tiger caused the change in my brain, my brain didn't do it to itself. I find the idea that some people are sad because their brains are broken to be dangerous. If I had believed that, I wouldn't be where I am now.

Choices are huge. I've become a way happier person after making a regular yoga and meditation practice, but maybe that's just because it increases serotonin. Or maybe because it gets your mind to its more natural state where in total inactivity it's still and blissful, not constantly pulling you out of reality with a ton of thoughts. Maybe it's that joy is our nature and these practices help one really experience that directly.

Just my two cents.
 
The main point is that thought patterns and activities make a huge impact on your happiness, and sometimes people aren't just depressed because their brain was born with a glitch, but because they're unaware of what is causing their own unhappiness. Things like bad diet, lack of sleep, lack of exercise, unrealistic expectations or a mental construction of what happiness should be can get in the the way. And based on how much meditation, yoga, and other things have affected how happy I am, I am a bit skeptical of depression diagnoses.

And psychedelics have been demonstrated to be useful for therapeutic reasons because they can unlock latent, unprocessed traumas and free up the mind. Resetme.org has some good info.

But if all you get out of it is I'm stoned (which I am a lot anyway), maybe I should find different words.

Oh, and physical processes in the brain are a super spotty explanation for how consciousness works. Neuroscience is a baby.
 
Indeed. A lot of it seemed like a facade, though. When he opened up to me, he seemed like he was voicing a lot of disappointment with life. That, coupled with Zach messaging me about how he was truly concerned about me, and the fact that he had such promise. I'm not going to lie, I've spent the last hour crying about it. I cry maybe once every 2-3 years, and I sincerely don't remember the last time I wept like a bitch.

I don't know, the only time I teared up was when I called my parents to tell them about it. Yet, when I first saw the end of Toy Story 3 I wept like a child.

But yeah man, I think we are going to get together over thanksgiving break and do shots in Dan's honor at Parishes. I'll keep you informed.
 
I'm on antibiotics and N/A beer. I don't mind. It's just that I feel like losing time at home.
 
I don't know, the only time I teared up was when I called my parents to tell them about it. Yet, when I first saw the end of Toy Story 3 I wept like a child.

strangely enough, a friend of mine was found dead - possibly a suicide but ultimately ruled not to be - when i was no more than about 12 years old, and the only time i teared up about it was when i called my dad to tell him about it. i'm also the same when it comes to movies making me cry way more than life does.
 
Replace movies with anime and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and I agree completely.
 
I started to get tired of the show and fandom around season 3, but I'll be damned if an episode like Winter Wrap-Up doesn't still make me tear up a bit.