So this one girl just couldn't catch her breath, right? And the doctors—God, they were such jerks—they basically told her it was all in her head, just some psychosomatic nonsense
Turns out, she had this massive lung tumor... I mean, it was huge. She ended up passing away
My mom went through the exact same thing—they ran every single test under the sun except for her head. Honestly, they basically thought she’d just lost her mind, but she hadn't. It took years before anyone realized she was actually dealing with a stroke, which only came to light when they finally did some brain imaging after she suffered another one.
Look, I’m sorry, but if you had to go ahead and delete half my post just because of words like "sucks" or "chill"—and seriously, what was even wrong with "chillll"?—that’s just not right. You could have just taken out that one specific word instead of gutting the whole thing.
I was posting in the thread about problems I’m having with astrology, so I honestly don't see how I'm trolling here. There was zero reason to move my post over to the thread about what astrology can do for a person; now it just feels like this random, totally out-of-nowhere interruption. Please, just let people see what I actually wrote. I want everyone else on this forum to be able to read my point and see why there was absolutely no need to butcher my entire message.
Also, I have no clue what was bothering you about my sentence saying that while astrology has rules, 2+2 doesn't usually equal 4.
In my opinion, the moderator is being way too rigid with the rules. It feels like she isn't even being impartial—it seems like some people get away with whatever they want, while I'm getting grilled over the tiniest little things for no reason at all. And I don't get why I'm being accused of trolling when I am staying on topic and posting in the correct threads.
This isn't even the first time this has happened, either. I don't even have my original post anymore, mostly because I never expected it would end up being edited like this.
Nathan Kelly5 said:I wouldn't say I feel pity, but I don't think that makes me a bad person—I still help out whenever I can. It’s not about sympathy; it’s just that helping people makes me feel good. Besides, I tend to stay much calmer in unexpected situations than most people do.
To be honest, my empathy levels are pretty low. When a close relative passed away, nobody else could even bring themselves to go identify the body. Everyone was falling apart, yet there I was at twenty years old, handling the whole thing without any trouble at all. The only time I truly feel empathy is when I've actually wronged someone (which isn't often), and then I feel absolutely terrible about it.
As for these minor human struggles, I don't really feel any pity. My first thought is usually just how incompetent people are being, though I make sure to act supportive regardless.
looks like we're cut from the same cloth😁
I don't know if it's sad that there are so many of us who are basically the same, or if this is just... normal, I guess.
To be totally honest, I was pretty terrified to come here—I was scared I'd just get jumped by a bunch of hateful comments—but I finally worked up the nerve.😁
It’s not like I spend my whole day dwelling on it, but look—when someone else is killing it, you know, landing a killer job at some big firm or whatever, I get jealous. I won't deny it. But honestly? It’s not everyone. Not all of them. I mostly feel that way about people I think don't actually deserve it—which, let's be real, feels like a pretty huge chunk of the population. Most people are just plain rude, if you ask me. Of course, if I’m getting good vibes from someone, how could I even be mad? I can't wish them bad luck or feel bitter when they're decent folks; I just sort of hope that maybe, eventually, I'll reach that same level myself.
Then you’ve got those people who just drive me up the wall with their sheer passivity—always whining, always complaining, but never actually wanting to change a single thing. They just end up draining everyone around them and ruining the vibe for the whole day. They aren't necessarily jerks, per se, but they’re just... exhausting.
I used to be so incredibly sensitive. I mean, seriously, I used to suffer over everything and everyone, every single person on this planet. But now? Seeing how people refuse to change and how nothing ever seems to actually get better... I don't know, I’ve just kind of checked out. I don't care anymore.
I guess I just love being cynical. I’m super critical of people—and yeah, I’m just as hard on myself, too—even though I know deep down that perfection is a total myth.
It’s just like... I’m sick of feeling like I’m constantly at rock bottom. I’m exhausted by it. And instead of actually doing the work to change myself, it’s like I’m waiting for the entire world to shift and just accommodate me. Sometimes I wonder if I’m secretly some massive narcissist, which is weird because I’ve never been the center of attention in my life. People actually think I’m this totally stoic, phlegmatic person, but that isn't even remotely close to the truth.
Even stuff like seeing an ambulance fly past on the highway—it scares me instantly, thinking maybe someone I know got hurt or something.
The thing is, I compare myself to others way too much, and it makes me feel like absolute garbage. I get this sinking feeling that everyone else has it so much easier. Like, even when things go south for them, they just keep moving forward while I just keep sinking. Maybe it’s some kind of twisted compensation mechanism, but part of me almost wants everyone else to feel my pain, too.
I spent so many years just swallowing everything—taking the hits, enduring the disrespect and whatever else came my way—that I guess it finally had to come out somehow. And I just want it to stop. I don't want to dwell on this stuff, and I really don't want to be a bad person. The guilt gets so heavy sometimes that I honestly worry I’m headed straight for hell.
I get it, logically. Other people's lives have nothing to do with mine, even the ones closest to me. But when I start comparing, I just feel like trash and the envy creeps in. Even though, more often than not, it turns out the person I'm envying isn't even that perfect. Everyone has their own mess to deal with, more or less. It's all normal, and I should be okay. Life is actually pretty good, and there’s no point in comparing ourselves to others or being bitter and miserable over the past and all that.
It’s been happening for years now—it feels like every single tragedy that hits my life just cranks the volume up even higher
I guess it’s some kind of defense mechanism, or maybe I'm just trying to make sense of why everything hits me so hard while other people seem to glide through life so effortlessly
Honestly, I’ve been dealt a losing hand since day one—just constant hardship from everyone around me. My dad passed away, my mom almost died, and there was a point where I nearly checked out myself. My grandma is gone, an aunt who was basically my whole world when I was a kid moved halfway across the country, my brother is sitting in a federal penitentiary, my mom can't stand my boyfriend, and we’re constantly broke. Sometimes I’m just paralyzed by fear, and I can't wrap my head around what I could have possibly done to deserve this much chaos. I don't know... maybe this numbness is just my brain's way of protecting itself. Who knows
The more indifferent I become, the easier things actually feel, I guess. It doesn't hit quite as hard when things go south, and I still try to fight and push through, but most days nothing really seems to matter. The only thing keeping me going is the simple fact that I have to exist—so how or why I do it doesn't seem to be all that important anymore
I honestly lost it for weeks after my cat passed away
I used to spend so much time just sitting there talking to him in the living room—telling him he was my only real friend. I mean, that’s the thing about pets, right? He’d just sit there, listening, playing, never judging me, just wanting to hang out and get some scratches behind the ears. He genuinely loved being around me, so when he died... man, it felt like losing my absolute best friend.
Just wanted to throw my two cents into this mess. It’s not even just that I don't have anyone close to me I can actually turn to—it's more that I low-key find myself rooting for people to suffer. If someone’s a jerk to me, or if they start getting on my nerves over some stupid little thing—like, I don't know, walking too slow or whatever—I actually end up wishing them bad luck. I don't know... maybe I've chilled out a bit lately, but honestly, whenever someone insults me, I can't help but think that something terrible should happen to them. Even if they aren't being rude directly to my face, just seeing someone act like a total prick in general... it triggers this feeling.
Like, when someone talks trash, my first thought is basically "it would be easier if they just weren't around," or something like that. Or when someone is being straight-up disrespectful to me or anyone else, I feel this weird sense of "well, they deserve something bad to happen" just so there’s some kind of justice in the world.
And it's not even like I dwell on it. With all the people who have done me wrong, I don't go looking for them or obsess over them. But then, I'll just hear something random in passing—like, oh, I heard X happened to that guy—and I just feel this tiny spark of satisfaction.
It’s honestly exhausting. It eats at me constantly because I really don't want this to be my default setting. I don't want to be this cold-hearted person who finds joy in other people's misery, no matter what they did to me. You know what I mean?
I don't know... I guess I just hold myself to these massive, impossible standards—like, I always feel this crushing need to do the right thing, even if it ends up screwing me over in the long run. It’s like, in my own head, I can't even let myself have a single wrong thought. I can't even think, "wow, this person is being an idiot," because, you know, we're all human and we all mess up and stuff... that whole deal.
@Linda Taylor11, yeah, it's happened a bunch of times lately—more than I really want to talk about, honestly—but I just don't know what to make of it anymore. It seems like someone close to me is always messing up or going through some disaster, and then I'm just left there, stuck cleaning up everyone else's mess. I never have anyone to actually step up and look out for me, you know? So, I guess I've felt pretty much alone in this world for as long as I can remember—though, I suppose we're all kind of alone deep down anyway.
My only real goal in life is just to be a good person, but somehow I always trip over something. And as for being cold or unfeeling? Honestly, I just worry that maybe I'm some kind of psycho.😁
I feel like I’m failing some kind of test, you know? Like, I can tell I’m actually a decent person—I have empathy, I feel for people when they're suffering, and seeing something terrible really hits me at first. But then... I don't know, it’s like this weirdly logical part of my brain kicks in and tells me that this is just how the world works. That bad things have to happen, so why bother feeling sorry? It totally kills any sense of compassion or empathy for me. Sometimes it hits me right in the middle of some stupid situation, sometimes I don't even process it until a week later, and sometimes it just never lands at all. It’s almost like I’ve spent way too much time scrolling through endless threads online and just became numb to everything.
And honestly? When I see someone else going through hell, there’s this dark little part of me that feels almost relieved—just because I realize I’m not the only one dealing with all this crap.
At the end of the day, these thoughts just eat at me. I’m starting to get this sinking feeling that I’ve just let myself become bitter.
So I’ll be scrolling through the news, right? And I see some headline about a kid passing away, and my brain just goes—okay, fine, but what am I supposed to do with that? Tomorrow it’ll be someone else, and the day after that, it'll be another one... I mean, that’s just how the world works, I guess. Life is just a constant cycle of this stuff, isn't it?
And then I start feeling like a total jerk because I figure a "good" person—you know, one of those genuinely empathetic types—would probably be sitting there thinking about how absolutely devastating and heartbreaking it all is, whereas I'm just kind of staring at the screen like, "Well, there it is."
I honestly don't even know how to start this because I’m actually kind of embarrassed Basically, I feel like I’ve completely—well, I *hope* it’s not actually this extreme—lost all sense of empathy. It’s like there’s nothing left in me, not for my friends, not for strangers, nothing. I mean, sure, I might feel bad for someone once in a blue moon, but in those moments where you’re *supposed* to feel sympathy? It just doesn't happen. It’s like everything is just... meh. Joy, sadness, misery, celebrations—it all feels totally flat, just a big, boring blah. Sometimes I catch myself thinking I wouldn't even care if everyone just disappeared, just so things would feel a little less tedious for me. And here’s the part that really gets to me: when someone who's a total jerk has something terrible happen to them, I almost feel a weird sense of satisfaction. Then, immediately after, the guilt kicks in because I keep telling myself it isn't my place to judge, yet I still can't bring myself to care when someone is, say, stuck in a hospital bed, or passed away, or even landed in prison. I have this nagging assumption that I *should* be feeling sorry for them, but I just... don't. Especially if they were awful to me or anyone I know—though, even if they weren't particularly bad, it’s still the same thing. Everything is just indifferent.
Now I’m spiraling a bit, obsessively overthinking all of this—I don't even know what else to say, really. I just don't want to be this numb anymore. I don't want to feel this twisted little spark of happiness when someone else is suffering, even if they deserve it or whatever. It’s eating me alive, honestly. The guilt is massive, and I have no clue how to shift my mindset or change the way I see the world.
Sam Hall15 said:In women, iatrogenic hypercholesterolemia is frequently triggered by oral contraceptives or treatments for iron-deficiency anemia....should either of those be taken into consideration?
So, my mom’s dealing with high triglycerides and cholesterol—nothing crazy, I guess, just standard stuff.
She doesn't eat meat, and honestly, if you ask me, she barely eats anything at all—though, hey, she does have an apple every single day, so there's that. The only thing is she drinks way too much coffee, and she’s got a bit of a sweet tooth, but it's not like she's living on junk. She's only about 128 pounds.
Now, here's the thing—she had a stroke, so she's on meds for that. Lately, though, she's down to just one medication, Tegretol.
Low cortisol levels in a 24-hour urine test? Cortisol levels at 8 AM and 4 PM are within the normal range Can someone walk me through this? I'm a bit lost.
analogpuma0 said:I don't think I quite follow your logic... are you suggesting you're depressed simply because of an iron deficiency? I mean, I certainly know that low iron causes exhaustion, which was my first red flag—it just slowly dragged me down into this deepening sense of despair. You sleep and sleep, yet you never actually feel rested, and eventually, that irritability starts to creep in too. I remember going to see my doctor to have my iron levels checked, but everything came back perfectly normal...
So, based on what people have been saying on here—if you’re feeling depressed, exhausted, and super cranky, could that all just be down to iron or vitamin deficiencies?😕 Is it actually possible to spiral into full-blown depression just from that? Like, it starts as being tired, then you get irritable, and then it all just snowballs and feeds into itself? I gotta say, the meds I was on (Prozac, Wellbutrin) didn't do squat for me. I ended up quitting them cold turkey and didn't really deal with any issues. The depression usually hits me hardest in the winter—it'd last from maybe October until February before things started looking up again. This year was actually pretty decent through the winter, though, but now that we're hitting March, it's starting to creep back in. Only difference is this time I'm not letting myself sink into that total lethargy; I'm getting out, studying, stuff like that. Honestly, I'm starting to wonder if it's even actual depression or if it's just finally facing whatever reality is left over. P.S.—I wouldn't say it's ever been *quite* as catastrophic as what some other people go through, but it's definitely enough to freak me out and make me feel paralyzed about life.
Based on everything you guys are saying here, it makes it sound like I’ve spent my entire life running on empty—like, totally deficient in iron and B vitamins—and that's the whole reason I'm dealing with this depression. I mean, I guess I could say it helps lift the fog, but can I actually say it's the root cause of the whole mess? Or am I just overthinking things?
Ugh, I am dealing with the exact same thing, especially after I’ve been sitting around for way too long. I honestly feel like my circulation is just trashed—and if I’m being totally real, I’d say my blood pressure is all over the place. Plus, I’m basically anemic as hell... I’m actually kind of terrified to go get my levels checked because I already know they're going to be dirt low. I get that it’s probably down to me not moving enough, and I don't necessarily mean hitting the gym or anything crazy, just... moving. Is it even possible for your heart to start racing just because your blood pressure is trying to spike?
Ugh, nothing... they didn't mention any specific procedure details regarding the surgery, and I totally blanked on asking about it myself but hey, I'll get all that paperwork sorted out—don't you worry about me:-) The doctor told me my blood pressure was fine, though, like, way too low to actually cause any issues with my kidneys or heart
Hair, cats, dogs—all negative And look, I can't quite remember the exact details because my sister managed to lose the lab results earlier today—she'll be mailing them over soon—but anyway, there’s still some more stuff written in Latin on there. It shows ragweed and birch are negative too, so since it's related to the mucosa, it probably has to be some kind of inhalation allergen.