Gerald Torres2 said:Unfortunately, I have to pray for some... I take meds... and I feel better than I did. Fewer intrusive thoughts, more livable. (I'm in a bit of a low phase right now, but it's not like my usual depression where I can't even function; I can still get up and head to work)... so they really do help. Without them, I would have gone off the rails a long time ago... but I struggle with this whole "self-work" thing. I can't seem to find any awareness because I can't get into regular therapy—seeing someone once a month is basically nothing. Honestly, my friend keeps me more grounded than any therapist could, but she has her own massive problems and is really struggling herself... I don't want to dump all my baggage on her since she's already in deep. I end up spending more time listening to her.
I honestly don't know what "working on yourself" actually means. When I'm unhappy, I lose all will and motivation to think positively... if you could explain it to me... please. You can even DM me. Thanks.
I don't do any therapy. I talked to my psychiatrist a lot at the start... then, once I cleared up my social phobia, I started opening up to people. I let them voice their opinions without taking it as an attack on my character. Basically, if someone has an opinion that doesn't line up with mine... I look at it critically. I take the good, toss the bad. I gather perspectives from one, two, ten different people... then I summarize it all and reach my own conclusion.
Then there's... mental masturbation. 😁 My psychiatrist laughed at the phrase.
For a long time, I practiced mental masturbation to find solutions.
Even while on medication.
Even now, I can sit by the window, smoke a cigarette, and just work through my thoughts... reviewing everything I've done, questioning it all.
But honestly... what's the difference between self-criticism without meds versus with meds?
For me personally... without meds... self-criticism = tears, crying, depression. I am the worst person in the world. Absolute rock bottom... I'll never amount to anything. What can I even do in life like this? Nothing. So I just keep crying. I can't face the world. I can't do anything. It feels pointless.
Self-criticism with meds = "Aha... I screwed up. Dammit. Now what? I'm only human. Can I be perfect all the time?"
No. I can't.
Who can?...
Who did I screw over? Person X? Okay... fine, let's take concrete action and see if it can be fixed.
Who did I mess up with now? Myself... okay... let's go back to CONCRETE ACTION, try something, and see what can be repaired.
Meaning... I ACT. I don't just spin my wheels like some dizzy toddler; I think it through and then I head out... 😁 ...sometimes with more fear, sometimes less, sometimes no fear at all... but I don't lock myself away. I go out... and I do it.
And if the mistake can be fixed... great.
If it can't... damn. What am I gonna do? Let time do its thing. I've got other things to deal with. Like cleaning the apartment, studying for work, passing a college exam... stuff like that.
Interesting... in most cases, mistakes really can be fixed.
One more thing... don't drink alcohol while you're on psychiatric meds.