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Jerry Martinez5 said:Yeah, I’ve been in those kinds of relationships before, and frankly, they drove me insane. Eventually, I just decided to let it all go down the drain. 😉

Basically: I don't care. I stop reaching out entirely. There are usually three ways this plays out:
- You just never hear from or see that person again.
- After a while, they realize what happened and actually call you... then maybe, eventually, you find some kind of balance. (Though it rarely works immediately: one phone call means nothing if all the effort ends up back on your shoulders.)
- They call you after a long silence just to lecture you, saying, "Why haven't you called me lately?" I tend to cut people like that out pretty quickly. 😈

At the end of the day, these are power struggles. It has very little to do with actual friendship.

It happens quite frequently, really... though I suspect there are plenty of people out there who are just emotionally stunted, or perhaps they're simply too rigid in their ways, making it incredibly difficult for them to grasp the concept of reciprocity—which, if you ask me, is the very heartbeat of any meaningful connection. I have personally encountered my fair share of individuals who seem to find the simplest things, like sending a quick holiday card or even just checking in once in a while, to be an insurmountable task. And honestly, when you finally decide to cut ties and shut down that line of communication entirely, I can hardly blame anyone for being surprised by the fallout.🤷

cosmictinker21,

I really can't thank you enough! 😁

cosmictinker21 said:Normabyl (diazepam) tends to relax the muscles more, dulls sensory input and sensitivity, raises the emotional threshold, and hits those neurovegetative centers in the medulla oblongata—basically, it goes deeper... It helps you fall asleep, though the sleep quality isn't exactly top-tier, and it stays in your system much longer. On the other hand, Xanax, Helex, or Misar (alprazolam) act more on the higher segments rather than the vital centers. They don't relax the muscles as much and won't necessarily knock you out into a deep sleep, but by lowering that emotional tension, they give your brain some breathing room to focus on better things... Both are depressants, GABA agonists at the benzodiazepine receptors, and structurally similar. In massive doses—we're talking huge amounts, not therapeutic ones—they can suppress the respiratory center, but trying to use them for suicide is pretty pointless... Both lead to dependency, though it’s not quite as intense as, say, opioids. Both function as both anxiolytics and antidepressants, helping to curb mental and physical tension, facilitating relaxation, and making space for more positive thoughts. Though, those thoughts aren't going to magically appear unless you create them yourself... they just clear the floor for them. Generally, it's not recommended to take them continuously for mild issues; they're better suited for acute stress periods. For heavier stuff, they might be used over a longer duration. When you take a pill, the effects kick in as soon as it's absorbed into the bloodstream, unlike something like Lexapro or other SSRIs where you have to wait for the neurotransmitters to build up in your system first...

cosmictinker21,
could you elaborate a bit on what you mean by raising the emotional threshold (do you mean we become less sensitive?) and why the sleep it induces is considered poor quality? Also, regarding it staying in the body longer and being bioavailable for a greater duration—does that mean we continue to feel its effects even after we stop taking it?

I’ve never personally used Xanax or Ativan, so I’m mostly curious about the Valium or Klonopin types, since those are the ones I have experience with. I take them occasionally, nothing frequent and certainly not for long stretches. If I find myself caught in a moment of acute, intense stress, I might take them for a few days straight, and then I can stop without any trouble (it truly feels like they've leveled me out and calmed my nerves, so the urge to take them vanishes). Otherwise, it's just very sporadic. For me, Valium or Klonopin works well; it settles me down nicely, and if I'm struggling to sleep, it helps me drift off... though, I should emphasize, I don't use them often enough to know anything about potential side effects from long-term usage.

cosmictinker21 said:Normabyl (diazepam) tends to relax the muscles more, dulls sensory input and sensitivity, raises the emotional threshold, and hits those neurovegetative centers in the medulla oblongata—basically, it goes deeper... It helps you fall asleep, though the sleep quality isn't exactly top-tier, and it stays in your system much longer. On the other hand, Xanax, Helex, or Misar (alprazolam) act more on the higher segments rather than the vital centers. They don't relax the muscles as much and won't necessarily knock you out into a deep sleep, but by lowering that emotional tension, they give your brain some breathing room to focus on better things... Both are depressants, GABA agonists at the benzodiazepine receptors, and structurally similar. In massive doses—we're talking huge amounts, not therapeutic ones—they can suppress the respiratory center, but trying to use them for suicide is pretty pointless... Both lead to dependency, though it’s not quite as intense as, say, opioids. Both function as both anxiolytics and antidepressants, helping to curb mental and physical tension, facilitating relaxation, and making space for more positive thoughts. Though, those thoughts aren't going to magically appear unless you create them yourself... they just clear the floor for them. Generally, it's not recommended to take them continuously for mild issues; they're better suited for acute stress periods. For heavier stuff, they might be used over a longer duration. When you take a pill, the effects kick in as soon as it's absorbed into the bloodstream, unlike something like Lexapro or other SSRIs where you have to wait for the neurotransmitters to build up in your system first...

It is quite a revelation to hear you say that Valium and Klonopin function as antidepressants as well as anxiolytics—I honestly had no idea! I always assumed they were strictly for anxiety. And I really resonate with your point about how positive thoughts won't magically arrive unless a person puts in that little spark of effort themselves...

ironwolf82,

Since you mentioned that you don't get out much, I suspect that when people actually do cross paths with you, they might feel the urge to take a little swipe at you with their comments... and honestly, in some of those more small-minded, rural areas, folks think it’s actually witty or funny to make someone the butt of the joke... 🙄 😬

Perhaps you should try throwing yourself into the mix with those "sharks" a bit more often. If I may be so bold, I think your biggest hurdle is actually within yourself. If you could just find the courage to strike up a conversation with a few of them, you’d likely realize that people aren't nearly as intimidating or self-assured as they appear to be. In fact, quite a few of those people who spend their time poking and prodding others are really just trying to distract everyone from their own deep-seated insecurities.

As for not having "achieved" anything? Well, that is entirely a matter of perspective. You have your college degree... and let me tell you, there is absolutely nothing written in stone that says people who are already married with two kids by this age are actually happy or fulfilled—nor can we say for certain they'll still be satisfied five, ten, or fifteen years down the road. All these milestones are incredibly relative. For all we know, they might be fighting like cats and dogs at home. Or maybe they lack the education or training to ensure they won't struggle to find any other work if they lose their current job.

You have a diploma in your hand, so I truly don't understand why you aren't following that path. Go out there and actively HUNT for a job; opportunities aren't just going to drop from the sky while you wait... besides, a change of scenery might actually do you a world of good for several different reasons. Get yourself out to a larger environment, a bigger hub, a major metropolitan area.

In those big cities, even someone with your specific temperament can carve out a space for themselves and encounter plenty of people who are just like them. 😍

It truly appears that the complexities of romantic relationships are what actually keep this spinning globe turning. 🤔

Honestly, looking at this forum, one might think we were hosting an endless assembly of legendary generals, world-conquering emperors, or perhaps even those mythic Greek heroes from the old epics!
Everyone here acts like a singular, unstoppable hero, yet when you step outside into the real world—you know, the actual life we lead away from these screens—that heroic energy seems to vanish entirely into thin air. 😉

cosmictinker21 said:You could have tried a much lower dose back then, maybe not even hitting 10 mg. That jaw tension thing is pretty common with Lexapro, though quite annoying. If it’s really bothering you, you might want to look into something else, like Faverin or Paxil.

As for what I take? Honestly, I don't take anything because I don't actually need it. When I was dealing with dizziness, headaches, passing out, and total exhaustion, the first thing my neurologist jumped to was that I was depressed or anxious—post-divorce depression, right? As if. Five years after my divorce, give me a break...🤣 So, being the "good patient" I am, I went to the psychiatrist. Did all the personality tests, the IQ stuff, blah blah blah, and he tells me we'll start with Lexapro until we figure out what's actually going on. Okay. But deep down, I didn't feel like his typical patient, so I went to see his colleague. Just followed orders, right? This second guy looks at me like I'm some clueless kid, talks to me for hours, and still has no clue how to handle my case. Eventually, he suggested I see a specialist who handles the weird cases, since he couldn't find any specific pathology or psychiatric symptoms. So I saw the third one, and we basically ended up just grabbing coffee because there wasn't much else to talk about. I figured I should probably see an internist too and get a proper neurological workup done. Meanwhile, I was dutifully popping those white pills, feeling worse and worse, sleeping 12 hours a day like a newborn, totally out of it... felt like I was halfway through a six-pack of beer every single day. It was a nightmare, truly... And that went on for months. Whether it was depression, schizophrenia, paranoia, whatever—I just wanted to feel better. Until the lab results finally came back. Turns out my thyroid is sluggish, barely doing its job, though not quite ready for medication yet. Then my other hormones started acting up, and since I'm dealing with circulation issues like most people my age, I had some issues with blood flow to the head, haha. They actually thought it might be Alzheimer's. Or before that, a brain tumor! You can imagine how "cheerful" I was with those ideas... a tumor and Alzheimer's, and they're prescribing me Lexapro and calling it acute post-divorce depression!😂 It wasn't until I went back to the neurologist with reports from three different psychiatrists, a psychologist, and all my internal medicine labs—MRI, CT, SPECT, the whole nine yards (they practically drained me of three buckets of blood just to keep me from collapsing)😠—that I told him thanks for everything. Thanks for making me listen to you instead of listening to myself, my body, or my own intuition (you can't really argue with someone who supposedly knows more than you)... and said I was done with it all. Now, I feel fine. Just dealing with some joint pain, haha.🤷🤷 ☕

Are you saying that you felt an immediate sense of relief once you accepted the possibility of simply living your life without that relentless cycle of testing and searching...? I don't think I quite follow your logic, but essentially, you're saying there was nothing physically wrong, nor anything psychologically amiss, but rather...🤷 just *that*?!

I suppose most of us eventually find ourselves drifting toward that same sort of plateau, where we're just stuck in limbo, neither moving forward nor backward.
Yes, you truly do have to learn how to listen to oneself, just as you said.

cosmictinker21 said:Lexapro (escitalopram) is a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor. Basically, it stops serotonin from being sucked back into the previous neuron, leaving more available for the next cell to actually use. It’s typically prescribed for long-term management of anxiety and depression, or paired with other meds to help with panic attacks, phobias, acute stress, mild PTSD, and as a supplemental treatment for various acute or chronic mental health conditions. You do have to be patient with it, though; you have to wait for enough serotonin to build up in the system. Most people start on low doses for about 7 to 10 days, and you have to taper off slowly once symptoms subside. Not because it’s addictive, mind you, but because stopping abruptly can cause a sudden drop in serotonin levels—which leads to consequences... essentially, you just fall right back into bed. Despite what some newer studies suggest, with Lexapro you really should give it time rather than jumping to a different medication after just a week... Side effects tend to be milder and less frequent compared to other drugs. We're usually talking things like constipation, a slight headache, bloating, drowsiness, muscle or mental fatigue, and a bit of emotional blunting. That doesn't mean you stop feeling things entirely; it just means you're navigating situations with a bit more realism. In a way, your brain isn't getting exhausted by the constant fears, anxieties, or those massive emotional storms that end up paralyzing your ability to function and live a normal life. If the therapy is dialed in correctly, you'll definitely see whether it's working after a few months, depending on whether you're dealing with a chronic issue or if life just hit you hard with some temporary stress. Don't let fear get the better of you; nothing catastrophic is going to happen, and nobody is going to poison themselves on these types of medications. I mean, even when you take Advil, you might end up with heartburn or an upset stomach, right? These are all thoroughly tested doses, nowhere near toxic levels. It's true that everyone's neural structure is unique—just like how no two noses, hands, or eyes are identical—so one person might need more while another needs less; some won't feel a thing, while others react quite sensitively. This is especially true with psychotropic drugs, so you have to be meticulous about choosing and titrating the dosage until you find that sweet spot.👍

That part I bolded—this obvious emotional detachment you're talking about—was honestly the absolute best thing for me when I was on Lexapro. 👍 I was just so incredibly chill and centered! 😁
Man, if only I had been born with that kind of "emotional distance" built right in!!! 😍

cosmictinker21 said:Honestly, don't get too hung up on those rigid medical categories—you know, the whole sedative vs. hypnotic vs. antidepressant vs. antipsychotic vs. mood stabilizer vs. anxiolytic thing. Most of those classifications are just based on chemical structures, basic biochemical pathways, or whatever specific diagnosis or symptom they’re supposed to target... it's all a bit arbitrary anyway. Take an anxiolytic like Oxazepam, for example; depending on how someone’s body processes and clears it, it might knock one person straight out for a nap, while it might just take the edge off for someone else so they stop crying. Someone else might end up feeling totally lobotomized or just dizzy, and for some people, it won't do anything at all. With benzodiazepines like Valium or Ativan, the deal is that if you take them as a pill, they might induce sleep more slowly, but they're better at relaxing your muscles—plus, you'll feel sluggish and hungover for longer because they linger in your bloodstream. Then there's Alprazolam (Xanax); it doesn't mess with your physical motor skills as much, but it hits the psychomotor side harder. It isn't really meant for sleep, but it's great for preempting anxiety attacks. Since it stays in your system longer, you don't necessarily need to take it strictly every single day. If you've been on standard daily doses, though, you have to taper off very carefully. If you're just taking it occasionally, it's no big deal. It isn't the kind of physical dependency you see with something like Methadone, even though both are heavily regulated psychotropic substances under the law. Personally, if I took something like Valium or Xanax, I think I'd end up stumbling around like a drunk in a ditch...🤷

Well then, what on earth do you take when everything just hits the fan?

vividtiger50 said:I spent most of yesterday just listening to "The Boxer" by Simon and Garfunkel on repeat, and I have to say, it really hit me deep; there’s something incredibly motivating about it. 🙂
I wanted to reach out and thank you all for sharing your stories and such helpful advice. I honestly felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, thinking my problems were insurmountable, but it turns out everything basically boiled down to the fact that I picked the wrong major in college—that was the root of all my misery! It’s actually a pretty encouraging realization to come to. Now that I understand where things went sideways, I feel like I finally have a starting point and a sense of direction; everything feels much more manageable and... solvable, I suppose. I’m really not sure how I could ever properly thank everyone here!

To start things off, if you want to lift that weight off your chest, you should just be completely honest with your parents. Sure, they might be upset or frustrated at first, but very soon you'll find yourselves sitting down together to figure out a way through this, and having their support makes all the difference. Once you do that, you'll feel like you can finally breathe again, because you won't have to carry the burden of lying or hiding the truth from them.

And then, once you've had that conversation, you need to be honest with yourself about what you actually want to do and what you'd truly dedicate your life to... and that's really it. It isn't some terrifying or painful ordeal unless you choose to let it be. Best of luck! 🙂

Sarah Rodriguez4 said:Look, your issue isn't some deep, spiritual crisis—it’s just laziness and self-pity. I'm not trying to come at you or be harsh here, but someone really needs to tell you the truth before you waste any more time.

Do you have a mother, a father, a sister, or a brother? If you do, consider yourself incredibly lucky. Just take a quick look at the thread "Losing a Mother"—you’ll see exactly what I mean.

Look, regarding college and career stuff—good grief, you aren't the only one who didn't click with their first major. I actually started out in philosophy myself—spent a year before realizing it just wasn't my thing—then switched over to engineering and finally found my groove. You're only 23! There is plenty of time to figure out what actually excites you. Have you even stopped to think about what kind of work you’d actually enjoy doing? Since you mentioned spending most of your time on the computer, maybe look into some specialized courses—coding, graphic design, that sort of thing. There is always plenty of work out there for people willing to put in the effort to learn a skill.

Friends come and go—honestly, it’s just how life works. Some people drift away, new faces show up, and that's that. There’s really no sense in sitting around moping about fate or feeling sorry for yourself. 👎

Sarah Rodriguez4, you're absolutely right—there is a solution for everything, provided a person finds the inner strength to actually tackle the problem head-on. And honestly, she made a smart move by pivoting; not everyone has their entire life mapped out at eighteen, and there are countless people who pick the wrong major or the wrong profession. Sometimes it takes a few years after high school to gain enough perspective and maturity to truly understand what we want to do with our lives.

The key is to be honest with yourself and make a definitive choice about what you want.

At twenty-three, this young woman can absolutely start over, and frankly, she might even approach it with more drive and determination than she would have had at eighteen.

I just wonder why she hasn't posted anything else lately. 😢

I had such a wonderful experience with Cipralex; I was on it for about ten months last year, and honestly, tapering off was a breeze. It’s considered one of those newer, more modern antidepressants, and from what I understand, most people tend to tolerate it quite well compared to the older stuff.

You just have to exercise a bit of patience during those first couple of weeks while it fully settles into your system. That’s really the only way you'll get a true sense of how much it’s actually helping you. For me, there weren't any major side effects, though those initial weeks can bring on a little jitteriness or maybe some drowsiness—just minor little hiccups, nothing too crazy. If you feel a bit of anxiety creeping in at the very start, you could always take some Valium to take the edge off, but once things stabilize and level out, you likely won't need it, or at least certainly won't need it often.

Please, don't feel like you have to suffer through this alone; as you put it, it truly is an ordeal, and there is absolutely no reason to endure that kind of misery when help is available. Wishing you all the best!

vividtiger50

It seems quite clear to me that you’ve fallen into a deep depression, primarily because you have essentially withdrawn from the entire world; the moment you decide that peeling yourself out of your pajamas just to walk to the local Walmart is too much effort, and the moment you distance yourself from all your friends, you've entered a state of isolation. You have retreated into your own private prison—your own little fortress, if you will—but the reality is that you simply need to find a way out of it. 😳

I find it rather peculiar that when you talk to your mother, you focus entirely on how much fun you're having; it makes me wonder why she isn't more concerned about whether you're actually learning anything or what your long-term intentions are for your life, rather than just your level of amusement. After all, this is your life we are discussing, and eventually, you are going to have to contribute something to society...

In hindsight, you really should have reached out to a therapist much earlier—someone who could provide guidance on how to approach university and the rigors of studying... perhaps that would have made a difference. Regardless of which path we choose in life, even if we pursue a field we are genuinely passionate about, there will inevitably be a mountain of tedious tasks that hold zero interest for us, requiring us to simply grit our teeth, sit down, and put in the work. So, the fundamental requirement is willpower (though, if you truly are suffering from depression, that's likely the one thing you're currently lacking)...
You seem to have carried this "sin" from your childhood—the failure to develop a solid work ethic or learn how to stay disciplined—and so when the time finally came to face reality at college, you quickly threw in the towel because you perceived the world as being "cruel." You are undoubtedly intelligent and sharp, but let me tell you, a professor isn't going to hand you an A+ just because you have bright, clever eyes; you actually have to sit down and study... goodness, even the smartest people have to hit the books! 😉 😁

What exactly is the consensus among your parents, and what are they suggesting you do?
Are they advising you to switch majors or to drop out of university altogether?
I assume you finished high school, though finding employment with just that can be a bit of a struggle. Are you planning to study something else, or perhaps enroll in a vocational course or a certification program to gain some practical skills? Is there anything at all that sparks your interest?

Time is certainly not on your side here, and I mean this in the most serious sense: you must pull yourself together, and you should do so by seeking out every possible resource available to you, whether that means talking to psychologists, doctors, psychiatrists, your parents, extended family, or close friends...

You need to snap out of this funk and seriously consider how you intend to support yourself in the future. You are twenty-three years old, and from what I can gather, your parents are paying for your apartment while you haven't even completed your freshman year and aren't working at all—just sitting there in your pajamas watching TV all day? To be fair, they share some of the blame here too... they really should have pushed you to get moving much sooner, encouraging you to seek psychological help or find a job so you could start supporting yourself (even if only partially, where they assist you but you still earn your own way). It's not too late to start looking for work right now; it won't be easy, but you might just get lucky.

So, does anyone know what happened to that thread about Xanax?
Did it just vanish? Was it wiped from the face of the earth?

crimsonhound80 said:Look, maybe people misread what we were actually trying to pull off with this thread—but my goal was simply to bring together everything from neuroleptics and antidepressants to anxiolytics, antipsychotics, and any other psychotropic meds that impact your day-to-day life.

Trust me, there is absolutely no shame in admitting you "take certain types of psychiatric medication." I mean, seriously... I personally know people who use illegal substances and are still highly respected members of society, so honestly, I just don't get the stigma!?!

It would actually be quite beneficial to have all these distinctions and mechanisms of action laid out clearly right here in one single discussion.
Very helpful and informative...

Trying to piece this information together by jumping from one random thread to another is such a headache—having it all centralized like this is much more practical, really.

crimsoncyclist14 said:I wonder if anyone else has ever found themselves reaching for even a tiny 2mg dose just to find some semblance of peace. As for me, I am currently taking 20mg, and yet, quite embarrassingly, sleep still remains an elusive stranger to me. Yes, truly. ☕

Good grief, people, you’re treating these things like they’re just candy!

As for me, I find myself absolutely famished whenever I take even 2 mg—and I rarely even do that. And heaven help me, if I happen to take
5 mg (which is an even rarer occurrence), the hunger is even more intense... though I suspect that's simply because since I use them so infrequently, they actually seem to work quite effectively for me, providing relief without any of those nasty side effects or that overwhelming "hit" to my head. I haven't really ventured into other sedative tablets yet... aside from the herbal ones, obviously.

Regarding that comment above about Xanax being easier to handle than Ativan... honestly, I think it's actually the other way around—that Ativan feels much lighter on the system.

Do me a favor and read up on this so you can actually stay informed.

Jeremy Palmer said:I guess you'll be an expert one day too...👎That’s a pretty brutal way to start a post. Honestly, I don't get why you're being so rude to this girl; she clearly knows what she's talking about.

I didn't realize anyone here was posting as some kind of authority figure. It seems pretty delusional to think that someone coming to this forum with a problem believes they're going to find a panel of world-class experts. I have no idea why you assumed people here are presenting themselves as professionals.

From where I'm sitting, I just see real, sensitive people sharing their views, their unique perspectives, and their own personal experiences regarding certain issues.

You're underselling both the people asking for help—by assuming they're too clueless to realize there aren't pros behind these posts—and those responding, by acting like everyone here is just some internet doctor trying to play physician.

I would personally put my signature right under what Jeremy Palmer just wrote.

Now, don't get me wrong; I am certainly not so naive as to blindly accept advice found online, especially when it concerns medical matters. I didn't join this forum to crowdsource my healthcare; for anything truly "professional," I consult actual specialists and have immense respect for professionals 😉...

So, in my view, the people sharing their struggles here aren't "fools who don't realize that behind these posts are regular people, not experts"...and on the flip side, as Jeremy so eloquently pointed out, I also see "living, sensitive beings offering their own vision of things"...and a perspective built on personal experience is something that shouldn't be dismissed quite so easily. Of course, you still have to wade through the trolls, the provocateurs, and—shame on them—the people with bad intentions, but you also encounter incredibly intelligent, fascinating, and truly valuable individuals (just like you would in real life). 🙂

Brandon White4 said:So, I'm dusting this thread off a little bit...

My "disorder" 🙂 isn't really about doing compulsive stuff, more like these obsessive thoughts. I guess I've noticed things too, like how when I'm hanging laundry, I feel like both clothespins on one item need to be the same color, or maybe two matching socks need identical clips, but I haven't really gone that far with actual compulsions. 🙂 Or maybe I just wasn't paying attention, and I'm only just starting to realize some things I was totally oblivious to before.

The real issue is that a few months back, I met some people online, and I chatted with them so much that I basically became obsessed with the whole relationship thing. I kind of neglected my actual life at home—my husband, my friends... even my work stuff was just being done super fast and superficially, just enough to get by. And then later, I’d feel so guilty about it, even though I’d just keep doing the exact same thing over and over.

I just lived inside these little worlds I built up with those two guys. I was living in my head, you know? Mentally, I was always there with them instead of being on "solid ground" here with my husband. He described me as living "like a shell," which is honestly such a perfect way to put it. He was totally right.

Eventually, both of those "relationships" fell apart (after quite a while), and it hurt like crazy, leaving me with a million questions in my head.
Looking back at myself during that time, I can't even believe what I was doing. It’s like it wasn't even me. But something was pulling me toward them; I was just completely consumed by those chats, that closeness, that connection... I felt like I *had* to hear from them, otherwise I’d spiral into a panic attack or anxiety, or I don't even know what else to call it. I went through depressions, and honestly, even now, I find myself crying at least five times a day, and the thoughts of them still haunt me. I mean, I got so close to them and built up these entire worlds, I surrendered myself emotionally to it all (this reminds me of that "inner world" someone mentioned in a previous post), so even now that I've come out the other side, the thoughts just keep flooding in and won't leave me alone...

Sorry for the massive wall of text, but this is probably the shortest version I could pull together from everything that's been happening.

I've always had an "addictive personality," I don't smoke or gamble 🙂, but once I get hooked on something, it just grabs me and eats up all my time and energy. It's not even like I want it to happen, it's just that I can't find any peace until I see it through to the end.

From everything I've read from you guys so far, it feels like this isn't going anywhere without meds or therapy... Any ideas....?

Brandon White4, I found myself quite captivated by your recent post; there was something in your words that truly resonated with me, and I couldn't help but feel a certain sense of kinship with your perspective.
I don't suffer from OCD—well, okay, maybe I have my moments where I feel compelled to make sure two checkmarks are exactly the same shade of ink, haha, just like you, Brandon White4. 😁But honestly, that isn't even the most pressing issue—and mind you, I don't typically struggle with these kinds of setbacks—it’s just that I’ve found myself spiraling into this heavy cloud of depression and anxiety lately. It feels like I'm stuck in a fog that won't lift, much like how one might feel after a long, dreary stretch of rainy days in Seattle where the sun just refuses to show its face. And if I’m being truly candid, I have this nagging, persistent intuition that what we are both actually grappling with, beneath all those surface-level symptoms, is a profound sense of emotional dissatisfaction. It’s as if we are both wandering through a desert, searching for a bit of genuine connection or fulfillment that just seems to remain perpetually out of reach.

I’ve gone ahead and plucked out just those specific segments from your post—the ones that really seem to point toward the heart of the matter. You see, you didn't throw your entire soul and everything you are into these online "connections" because you were somehow broken, or struggling with depression, or battling some sort of obsessive compulsion; no, that isn't it at all. It’s much more fundamental than that. It was because you were being starved of emotional fulfillment, leaving you feeling utterly hollowed out, and most likely, you were navigating a profound sense of loneliness and disappointment in your everyday life.
And now you find yourself wading through this heavy sense of disappointment, struggling to make sense of everything you’ve endured and the heartache that continues to ripple through your life, because let’s be honest—those raw, jagged emotions aren't something you can just process overnight like a simple task on a to-do list; they demand much more from us than we often feel capable of giving.eTo truly live—to actually experience the fullness of life rather than just checking boxes off a to-do list—requires something we often try to rush: time. It’s much like tending to a sprawling garden in the suburbs; you can't simply plant a seed in the morning and expect a blooming rosebush by sunset, no matter how much you might desire that instant gratification. Everything worth having, from deep wisdom to meaningful relationships, demands patience and a slow, steady unfolding. You have to give yourself the grace to let things grow at their own pace.

You mentioned that even your husband remarked on how you felt like an empty shell, and honestly, there’s a very valid reason for that feeling; he likely bears at least some responsibility for it, much like how a gardener might be blamed when a plant withers despite its best efforts, simply because the soil was never given the nutrients it required to truly bloom.
If you find yourself wading through the heavy waters of an emotional letdown, please, understand that there is no express lane for healing. It simply doesn't work that way. You cannot force the clock forward or demand that your heart catch up to your head before it is ready; there is no shortcut, no high-speed rail through grief, and certainly nothing to be gained by rushing the process. Emotions, much like sediment settling at the bottom of a lake after a storm, require stillness and patience to gradually sink and stabilize. I have been navigating a similar landscape of disappointment myself lately. For a while, I tried to rationalize my sadness by pointing to various superficial triggers—telling myself I was just feeling down because of this minor inconvenience or that specific setback—as if I could trick my brain into believing the cause was shallow. In truth, I was avoiding the uncomfortable necessity of looking the situation directly in the eye. I didn't want to admit how profoundly this particular disappointment had actually shaken my very foundation. But now that I have finally stopped running and faced the cold, hard truth of the matter, I find that the weight feels somewhat more manageable. There is a certain lightness that comes from honesty, even when that honesty stings.

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I must say, I am truly enjoying the way everyone is engaging in this particular discussion... there is such a wonderful, spirited flow to the conversation that reminds me of those lively debates you might stumble upon at a local coffee shop in Seattle or perhaps a cozy bookstore in Vermont, where ideas just seem to dance back and forth with such grace. It really is quite refreshing to see such thoughtful participation from everyone involved!David Nelson74You really are quite remarkable; you possess such an incredible wealth of knowledge, and I find myself constantly struck by how genuinely eager you are to lend a hand whenever someone is in a bind. 👍