Posts by darkcanyon10

Paul Thompson3 said:I've been buried in work, but I'm tackling this whole thing tomorrow once I can actually focus—it's a solid read, honestly. Lazy people should give it a shot; it clears up a lot of things.

mistyseal11 said:Honestly, just finding a way to get through 24 hours every single day that actually feels meaningful to me.

I’ve been living my life like every day is Saturday and just tossing everything else out the window.
It’s honestly wrecked my mental state, my health, my social life, my productivity, my inspiration, my creativity...
everything's just gone downhill.

The question is super simple and there's really no need to overthink things with everyone else.

mistyseal11;56894232 said:

What's the point in moving from the bed to the couch just to end up back in bed?
In that time, you could smoke a whole pack, down liters of coffee and whiskey. And whatever else.

That was your take, 🤣>

If I actually knew the answer, I'd be thrilled!
That’s literally what I was asking!

Fine.. let's find an answer then.

Out of the options, I'd probably pick something that works for me.

Like some kind of hourly schedule...

There we go... we're looking for your blueprint for a productive day.
Got any suggestions? 😁

mistyseal11;56892244 said:

so,
this life is pointless.
how am I supposed to do the same damn thing every day and expect things to change?

Why's it pointless?
What kind of life are you actually looking for?
What does a "good day" even look like to you?

get help!? hell no.
don't need some nurse ( 😬 )

forget meds,

F14

Then what do you need?

mistyseal11 said:Instead of just spinning my wheels over mental health issues or getting lost in endless psychological analysis,
I seriously need to start doing something, because—honestly—work is the only thing keeping me afloat right now.

I’ve completely lost my North Star—like, I don't even know why I'm bothering to live.
I have absolutely zero direction left.
I don't even want anything anymore...
Just existing feels totally pointless.

I can tell I'm spiraling, and honestly, I feel like I'm just continuing to hit rock bottom,
and my health is taking a massive dive with every single day that passes...

I don't see any way out unless I find some kind of way to force structure into my daily routine.
Reading books, catching up on the news, or even doing crosswords—none of that does a damn thing...

....so if anyone actually wants to help, go for it, because I am completely out of ideas on how to turn my life around.
I have no clue how to get moving, other than setting an alarm to go off every N minutes just to remind me to actually do stuff.

Also, if anyone just wants to jump in and confirm that life is meaningless—hey, feel free to do that too.

Jerry Davis48 said:There are certainly more advantages than drawbacks here.

Jerry Evans2 said:Hey there!
Since I don't really have anyone I can talk to about this right now, I figured I’d just write it all down, and maybe putting it into words might help a little bit.
Foreclosure—what an ugly word. Back in 2008 and 2009, whether you were watching local news or international outlets, everyone had that one dreaded word in their headlines: "crisis!" Everyone was saying the crisis was coming and things were going to get bad. I guess I didn't pay much attention at the time, mostly because I had a solid, steady job. Then, toward the end of 2009, my son was born, and honestly, it felt like one thing after another went wrong. Not long after he arrived, my company started feeling the squeeze, and that stability I relied on just began to melt away. My paycheck started running late, then eventually got cut, and to make matters worse, my wife's employer laid her off due to downsizing—and since we were renting, our landlord wasn't exactly sympathetic to those kinds of struggles. With a newborn, an unemployed wife, and a salary of around $3,000, life gets incredibly difficult very fast. We finally made the call to leave Indianapolis and move to Washington, D.C.—basically flying blind. Looking back, I doubt I'd ever have the guts to do that again, but somehow, I managed to land a new job within a month, and we were back on our feet.
After about six months, we were finally starting to adjust to the new surroundings and our new life. However, the fallout from having absolutely no income for two months started to catch up with us. Before long, we hit our first bank freeze that basically swallowed my entire paycheck, and that’s when the true nightmare begins—the kind of nightmare only people who have dealt with legal financial freezes can truly understand. Our plan to get my wife a job and find childcare for our little one completely fell apart. For the first couple of years, it was just endless paperwork and red tape, and once we cleared that hurdle, we were hit with health issues for our child, and shortly after, for my wife too.

We were spiraling financially; every single month seemed to be harder than the last. But I guess I handled it better than most, because I stayed surprisingly calm and rational through it all. People I knew used to look at me with such confusion and admiration, asking things like, "Man, how are you not losing your mind?" or "With everything going on, you seem totally fine!" I suppose that was one small silver lining that kept me focused and pushed me to scrape by on a single paycheck, making sure to cover the rent and utilities before seeing if there was anything left for food—we definitely weren't buying new clothes. It was a brutal stretch, really tough, especially without any close friends or family nearby to lean on for help.
Toward the end of last year, we finally got our kid into daycare, and honestly, it felt like the sun finally broke through the clouds! It created the opening my wife needed to find work. And she did!
She has a great job with a good salary now. And so do I! Almost all our old worries have vanished, and after five years of constant struggle, the obstacles that seemed so immovable just sort of melted away.
But here’s the strange part: instead of feeling happy and lighthearted now that things are stable, I feel this weird, lingering fear of life. It feels like I have more anxieties than ever, even though, objectively speaking, I don't. That heavy weight I carried—the pressure of being solely responsible for providing for and feeding my family—it's gone. Everything is exactly as it should be, but I'm just not myself anymore.
My wife comes home from work, full of energy and happy, and I meet her with a smile that usually fades within two minutes. She’ll be talking away, and I’ll just find myself staring right through her, staying quiet and withdrawn. I'm closed off; nothing brings me joy or excitement, and I tend to take everything for granted, which isn't fair to her at all. It’s almost like I’m angry at everything, even though I don't express it outwardly. I don't know the clinical term for it—maybe it's depression, or some kind of aftershock from the trauma, or whatever. I just feel lost in time, like I'm standing still and spreading this cloud of apathy everywhere. I try to laugh, but I get this lump in my throat, my stomach starts churning, and this wave of nervousness hits me, leaving me feeling distant and pathetic. I want to be happy; I want to enjoy life with my wonderful wife, because what's the point of her success if she can't share it with me? I feel like I'm pushing her away. I want to change, I want to actually enjoy ourselves, but I just can't seem to move forward. I still don't have many friends, just acquaintances.
Anyway, to wrap up this long story, she's at work and I really should get started on dinner, so I'll head out.
I actually feel a bit of relief just having written this all out; I know hardly anyone is going to read this rambling, depressing vent. My only goal was to get it out of my system. I would really value hearing anyone's thoughts on this.
Anyway, take care, everyone!

Gerald Hill said:Regarding those who oppose procreation, I am curious to hear your thoughts. What is your perspective on them, and are there any such individuals within this group? Some advocate for this philosophical stance by viewing life as inherently harsh and devoid of value, often citing the fact that Earth's resources are finite. Do you believe antinatalism is a rational viewpoint, or do you consider it to be unnatural and irrational?

Charles Bishop10 said:What happens when losing someone in the family completely flips a person's script—like, they suddenly start living in constant fear for everyone else? I have this friend who’s basically trapped in this cycle of terror and just spends her time praying... She’s been dealing with intense anxiety and depression ever since it happened.

Matthew Cox8 said:If I’d left my doctor’s office just two minutes earlier, I would’ve missed that truck entirely. If I’d stayed just two minutes longer, I probably would’ve dodged it near the overpass instead. If I had been just five feet closer... well, I likely wouldn't be here. It all boils down to the numbers—but what do those numbers actually mean? They're really just constructs of the human mind. We’ve basically boxed ourselves in with endless theories and definitions about time and existence. That was the first thing that hit me.
The second thing is this: Where was I before I was born? Who was there to "measure" all that vast stretch of non-existence before my arrival? Did any of that time matter? Was it useful to anyone? Not at all. And what happens when I die? Nothing. Time simply stops. But which "time" are we talking about? Only the kind humans bother to record. A birth date, a death date. Does any of that actually matter? Not a bit.

My takeaway is this: We didn't exist once, and we weren't even aware of that void. It’ll be the exact same thing when we pass away—we won't exist. It will be identical to the state before we were born. So, is that a reason to fear death? Absolutely not. Is it a reason to fear the fact that we are just ordinary mortals, and that everything eventually boils down to a messy blend of suffering mixed with a little bit of luck and love? Most definitely.

So, just live for the moment.

Melissa Sanchez8 said:You're basically claiming the right—to put it in your terms—to trash others because you aren't ready to step up yourself.

I totally get that things are rough, and I believe you, but I'll never understand how anyone finds the energy to resent others for stuff they don't want to or can't do themselves.
Look, I realize she's a nurse, and like I said, she isn't emotionally invested in this. She probably has a dozen other patients just like your loved one...

ironrider11 said:People don't like it—or more accurately, they can't handle it—when someone tries to lecture them on what they "should" do during a crisis or some other miserable situation. Especially when it's coming from someone who doesn't even know their name, let alone anything else. The real issue isn't just the people who think their narrow perspective is gospel after reading a few lines of text; it's that they judge immediately... then decide there's only one "right" way to react. A way they almost certainly wouldn't follow if the roles were reversed...
The problem is expecting empathy instead of getting hit by a tidal wave of judgment. And the worst part is what happens next. Instead of learning from that negativity, people who go through the same thing end up repeating the same toxic patterns. They fall into this senseless, growing vicious cycle because they feel like "if they treated me like this, why should I act any better?"...
Honestly, accepting that a nurse chose this profession—to help, comfort, and steady people in need—while remaining "emotionally detached" speaks volumes for itself...

Melissa Sanchez8 said:I don't see why you wouldn't just take them home and give them the dignified passing you think they deserve. Honestly, that's one of the greatest things we can do for our loved ones. You don't have the right to lecture someone else about care when you aren't willing to step up and handle your own business.

Death is definitely not life's most beautiful experience. Saying something like that shows a total lack of appreciation for life itself. It's being ungrateful for the love we give and receive, for a new day, for a simple smile... all of it. I don't know why you're clouding reality with that mindset, but if it helps you face certain truths, fine—but don't try to force that perspective on everyone else.

That woman isn't experiencing death the way you're describing it; she sees it as an escape from current suffering. When you've had enough, you've had enough. That's what she knows. She knows she's going to die regardless, so it really just comes down to how much pain she has to endure until then. That's the actual reality of death.

Andrew Price3 said:It’s a paradox; death is life's most profound experience.
Maybe on some level, she feels that. Perhaps that fragile sensation is the very comfort nudging her to let go. She knows—I believe she knows consciously—that the end has arrived. She has found peace. And there is beauty in that... it's almost sacred. The soul understands far more than human intellect or logic ever could. Much more, Mickeys. In life's final moments, the soul is at its most active. Just as it is at our beginning, when we are infants. It knows death isn't the end; that's why there is this illogical acceptance. Why would anyone willingly embrace an eternal end?
They wouldn't.. they wouldn't..
Because life isn't that wretched. Let's not reduce the miracle of existence to mere fear and the logic of a brain that only knows what society taught it.

It breaks my heart to see them treating her so callously. They don't understand... and there isn't much we can do to change how those doctors perceive their work. It’s a difficult thing to shift.
But she will endure this. Believe me, the pain you feel for her isn't nearly as intense as what she is facing herself. She is braver and stronger now than she has ever been. She has this beautiful radiance. May she be blessed. In these moments, she deserves every kind word, every thought, and every prayer. So let it be.. with love.

ironrider11 said:Quavo:

Uširo says: I’m done. I can't deal with this sub anymore because of you illiterate, self-proclaimed healers, amateur psychoanalysts, and the whole gang. You guys even had the nerve to call my 80-year-old mother on some cheesy late-night TV show just to ask $48 about how her son's health was doing.

As long as there are sheep, wolves wearing whatever skin they want will never go hungry...
It’s just in a wolf's nature to hunt, and in a sheep's nature to stay at the bottom of the food chain...
Everyone plays their part in this ultimate game of existence...

Andrew Price3 said:If I can tell you one thing... she is moving into a realm that will make these final, inhumane moments seem utterly insignificant. In fact, her transition "there" will be even more magnificent and divine precisely because of how uncomfortable and undeserved the conditions here have been.
Don't be afraid. Where the soul goes, there is healing and revitalization. And they stay in touch—whether through dreams, or those spontaneous moments when you think of them for no reason and suddenly feel a surge of encouragement, safety, or comfort right when you need it. Or perhaps through a silent, imagined dialogue (which isn't actually imagined, but is very real, though the brain perceives it as fantasy or madness because it's programmed not to believe in conversations with the soul... only the heart knows better), or even an actual dialogue. Place your hands over your heart and speak to it. Believe me, their heart will hear. Make their discomfort milder by sending love now... not fear. Your connection is deeper than that. Because what comes from the heart transcends; it bends and warps the space-time dimension... just like gravity. There are no barriers that can stop a message like that.