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Linda Martin6 said:The question remains: What is your actual diagnosis?
a) Mental burnout from being overworked (based on what you described, this seems unlikely),
b) A chronic surplus of free time combined with not knowing how to use it,
c) Something else?
You know your situation best, so I'd suggest trying to write down your current circumstances and their causes on paper. If you can pinpoint why this is happening, it might be easier to find a way out.
I’ve just been sitting here thinking...
I’ve got this thing where I get these "diagnoses" that aren't even real medical issues—they're just straight-up manifestations of being in an acute state of crisis.
So, like, there’s seriously absolutely everything you could ever need right there...
Lately, I've been feeling pretty spooked by F10, especially since I've basically self-diagnosed it.
So, what’s the actual fallout from this F19 situation? Like, what are we actually looking at here?
Linda Martin6 said:The question remains: What is your actual diagnosis?
a) Mental burnout from being overworked (based on what you described, this seems unlikely),
b) A chronic surplus of free time combined with not knowing how to use it,
c) Something else?
You know your situation best, so I'd suggest trying to write down your current circumstances and their causes on paper. If you can pinpoint why this is happening, it might be easier to find a way out.
No hesitation here—I'm going with option B. It’s 100% my pick because I honestly love how short and punchy the writing is.
I’d probably give him a little bit of a makeover myself—you know, spruce him up a touch.
I can't even begin to describe how much this sinus infection is absolutely wrecking me right now—it’s like my entire face is being crushed by a heavy weight, and honestly, the pain is just next level. I'm talking about that deep, throbbing maxillary sinusitis that makes you want to crawl out of your own skin, you know? It’s one of those situations where you feel completely wiped out, just totally drained, and every little movement feels like a massive struggle. I’ve been trying everything under the sun to get some relief, but man, it’s a constant battle. Seriously, if anyone has any tips or knows of something that actually works for this kind of misery, please let me know because I am reaching my limit here!(*)
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Linda Martin6 said:The question remains: What is your actual diagnosis?
a) Mental burnout from being overworked (based on what you described, this seems unlikely),
b) A chronic surplus of free time combined with not knowing how to use it,
c) Something else?
You know your situation best, so I'd suggest trying to write down your current circumstances and their causes on paper. If you can pinpoint why this is happening, it might be easier to find a way out.
I’ve been keeping up this nightly ritual where I sit down and fill up a few A5 pages in my journal every single night, honestly.
It’s only the second day I’ve been reading this, and honestly, it feels like it was written by someone who just won't shut up!
Sometimes I feel like this whole thing is straight out of a sci-fi movie.
Lawrence Bailey77 said:depending on how things stand at the moment
my brain was essentially wiped clean when some idiot crushed my skull and mangled my brain matter...
ah, those were the days... nothing but pain. No problems, really. I didn't even have thoughts...
there was only the pain.🙂
And once that finally subsided, I was just relieved the hurting had stopped. Between being on various medications and dealing with the physical tremors from the head trauma, I wasn't really thinking too deeply about what had happened to me, let alone why.😵 But unfortunately, the mental interference—that constant buzzing in my head—started creeping in almost immediately. It was as if they were just waiting for me to survive the initial hit before they began their work.🙂
The psychological torture was intense; I spent somewhere around four years constantly contemplating suicide, at least until about last year. Things have been improving slightly, but you know how it goes.
Anyway, this is your topic. I just wanted to highlight my circumstances so you can use them as a guide. Don't be too harsh or overly critical of yourself, the way I used to be with myself.
In truth, I had this sort of ptspovski energy that I tried to channel into something productive, which, I suppose, isn't particularly easy.😵
When I was struggling just to breathe and felt like I was at the very end of my rope—it was like that back then—I told myself, "Okay, fine. Let's start over." I had experienced every hollow, pyrrhic victory offered to me, the kind I conjured up in paranoid delusions and schizophrenic episodes, so I decided to just begin from scratch.
Evolution. Like a single-celled organism... just the basics. The most fundamental stuff.
Breathing was the starting point. You can't do anything without breathing properly. To achieve that, I guess you need a certain amount of peace of mind, and since that process consumes a lot of nutrients, I had to think about food. Cheap food, obviously.😁 And thank God, some of the cheapest staples are actually better than most expensive options. As for hydration, there’s no better liquid to quench thirst than water.
Minimalism served as a therapy more effective than all the pills I tried to avoid whenever possible—though, given that endless mental static, they became necessary at times.
So, bit by bit... always aware that everything could fall apart. And sometimes it did; I would fall and have to start all over again. Creating a system to manage food and water was the goal, and honestly, it still is.😬 It always will be. The paranoia never truly vanishes. PTSD is like a permanent pet that you can never quite take off the leash. I have my struggles.😵
Just hold on, keep pushing.
In short: build whatever system is possible for you, one that you create and maintain yourself.👍
It belongs to you, and you alone possess the power to either destroy it or build it up. You are the one in control, not anyone else.
Think of it as your own personal programming language, if you want to look at it that way.👍
P.S. For what it's worth, before my "rebirth," I was never an organized person. In fact, Discipline was something entirely foreign to me.
I’m going through something pretty similar right now, though honestly, the kind of pain I'm dealing with is on a whole different level—one I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy (and trust me, that's saying something). We're talking serious stuff like gallbladder issues, gastritis, acid reflux, plus kidney, lung, and arthritis problems all hitting at once. It's a mess.
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Lawrence Bailey77 said:depending on how things stand at the moment
my brain was essentially wiped clean when some idiot crushed my skull and mangled my brain matter...
ah, those were the days... nothing but pain. No problems, really. I didn't even have thoughts...
there was only the pain.🙂
And once that finally subsided, I was just relieved the hurting had stopped. Between being on various medications and dealing with the physical tremors from the head trauma, I wasn't really thinking too deeply about what had happened to me, let alone why.😵 But unfortunately, the mental interference—that constant buzzing in my head—started creeping in almost immediately. It was as if they were just waiting for me to survive the initial hit before they began their work.🙂
The psychological torture was intense; I spent somewhere around four years constantly contemplating suicide, at least until about last year. Things have been improving slightly, but you know how it goes.
Anyway, this is your topic. I just wanted to highlight my circumstances so you can use them as a guide. Don't be too harsh or overly critical of yourself, the way I used to be with myself.
In truth, I had this sort of ptspovski energy that I tried to channel into something productive, which, I suppose, isn't particularly easy.😵
When I was struggling just to breathe and felt like I was at the very end of my rope—it was like that back then—I told myself, "Okay, fine. Let's start over." I had experienced every hollow, pyrrhic victory offered to me, the kind I conjured up in paranoid delusions and schizophrenic episodes, so I decided to just begin from scratch.
Evolution. Like a single-celled organism... just the basics. The most fundamental stuff.
Breathing was the starting point. You can't do anything without breathing properly. To achieve that, I guess you need a certain amount of peace of mind, and since that process consumes a lot of nutrients, I had to think about food. Cheap food, obviously.😁 And thank God, some of the cheapest staples are actually better than most expensive options. As for hydration, there’s no better liquid to quench thirst than water.
Minimalism served as a therapy more effective than all the pills I tried to avoid whenever possible—though, given that endless mental static, they became necessary at times.
So, bit by bit... always aware that everything could fall apart. And sometimes it did; I would fall and have to start all over again. Creating a system to manage food and water was the goal, and honestly, it still is.😬 It always will be. The paranoia never truly vanishes. PTSD is like a permanent pet that you can never quite take off the leash. I have my struggles.😵
Just hold on, keep pushing.
In short: build whatever system is possible for you, one that you create and maintain yourself.👍
It belongs to you, and you alone possess the power to either destroy it or build it up. You are the one in control, not anyone else.
Think of it as your own personal programming language, if you want to look at it that way.👍
P.S. For what it's worth, before my "rebirth," I was never an organized person. In fact, Discipline was something entirely foreign to me.
(*)
Lawrence Bailey77 said:depending on how things stand at the moment
my brain was essentially wiped clean when some idiot crushed my skull and mangled my brain matter...
ah, those were the days... nothing but pain. No problems, really. I didn't even have thoughts...
there was only the pain.🙂
And once that finally subsided, I was just relieved the hurting had stopped. Between being on various medications and dealing with the physical tremors from the head trauma, I wasn't really thinking too deeply about what had happened to me, let alone why.😵 But unfortunately, the mental interference—that constant buzzing in my head—started creeping in almost immediately. It was as if they were just waiting for me to survive the initial hit before they began their work.🙂
The psychological torture was intense; I spent somewhere around four years constantly contemplating suicide, at least until about last year. Things have been improving slightly, but you know how it goes.
Anyway, this is your topic. I just wanted to highlight my circumstances so you can use them as a guide. Don't be too harsh or overly critical of yourself, the way I used to be with myself.
In truth, I had this sort of ptspovski energy that I tried to channel into something productive, which, I suppose, isn't particularly easy.😵
When I was struggling just to breathe and felt like I was at the very end of my rope—it was like that back then—I told myself, "Okay, fine. Let's start over." I had experienced every hollow, pyrrhic victory offered to me, the kind I conjured up in paranoid delusions and schizophrenic episodes, so I decided to just begin from scratch.
Evolution. Like a single-celled organism... just the basics. The most fundamental stuff.
Breathing was the starting point. You can't do anything without breathing properly. To achieve that, I guess you need a certain amount of peace of mind, and since that process consumes a lot of nutrients, I had to think about food. Cheap food, obviously.😁 And thank God, some of the cheapest staples are actually better than most expensive options. As for hydration, there’s no better liquid to quench thirst than water.
Minimalism served as a therapy more effective than all the pills I tried to avoid whenever possible—though, given that endless mental static, they became necessary at times.
So, bit by bit... always aware that everything could fall apart. And sometimes it did; I would fall and have to start all over again. Creating a system to manage food and water was the goal, and honestly, it still is.😬 It always will be. The paranoia never truly vanishes. PTSD is like a permanent pet that you can never quite take off the leash. I have my struggles.😵
Just hold on, keep pushing.
In short: build whatever system is possible for you, one that you create and maintain yourself.👍
It belongs to you, and you alone possess the power to either destroy it or build it up. You are the one in control, not anyone else.
Think of it as your own personal programming language, if you want to look at it that way.👍
P.S. For what it's worth, before my "rebirth," I was never an organized person. In fact, Discipline was something entirely foreign to me.
Minimalism is always the way to go if you ask me. Honestly, I’ve got a massive aversion to pharmacotherapy.
Even though I catch myself falling for the same crap every now and then too.
Lawrence Bailey77 said:depending on how things stand at the moment
my brain was essentially wiped clean when some idiot crushed my skull and mangled my brain matter...
ah, those were the days... nothing but pain. No problems, really. I didn't even have thoughts...
there was only the pain.🙂
And once that finally subsided, I was just relieved the hurting had stopped. Between being on various medications and dealing with the physical tremors from the head trauma, I wasn't really thinking too deeply about what had happened to me, let alone why.😵 But unfortunately, the mental interference—that constant buzzing in my head—started creeping in almost immediately. It was as if they were just waiting for me to survive the initial hit before they began their work.🙂
The psychological torture was intense; I spent somewhere around four years constantly contemplating suicide, at least until about last year. Things have been improving slightly, but you know how it goes.
Anyway, this is your topic. I just wanted to highlight my circumstances so you can use them as a guide. Don't be too harsh or overly critical of yourself, the way I used to be with myself.
In truth, I had this sort of ptspovski energy that I tried to channel into something productive, which, I suppose, isn't particularly easy.😵
When I was struggling just to breathe and felt like I was at the very end of my rope—it was like that back then—I told myself, "Okay, fine. Let's start over." I had experienced every hollow, pyrrhic victory offered to me, the kind I conjured up in paranoid delusions and schizophrenic episodes, so I decided to just begin from scratch.
Evolution. Like a single-celled organism... just the basics. The most fundamental stuff.
Breathing was the starting point. You can't do anything without breathing properly. To achieve that, I guess you need a certain amount of peace of mind, and since that process consumes a lot of nutrients, I had to think about food. Cheap food, obviously.😁 And thank God, some of the cheapest staples are actually better than most expensive options. As for hydration, there’s no better liquid to quench thirst than water.
Minimalism served as a therapy more effective than all the pills I tried to avoid whenever possible—though, given that endless mental static, they became necessary at times.
So, bit by bit... always aware that everything could fall apart. And sometimes it did; I would fall and have to start all over again. Creating a system to manage food and water was the goal, and honestly, it still is.😬 It always will be. The paranoia never truly vanishes. PTSD is like a permanent pet that you can never quite take off the leash. I have my struggles.😵
Just hold on, keep pushing.
In short: build whatever system is possible for you, one that you create and maintain yourself.👍
It belongs to you, and you alone possess the power to either destroy it or build it up. You are the one in control, not anyone else.
Think of it as your own personal programming language, if you want to look at it that way.👍
P.S. For what it's worth, before my "rebirth," I was never an organized person. In fact, Discipline was something entirely foreign to me.
Yeah, that’s exactly where I’m headed too.
That’s my number one goal, period.
Man, once you start doing actual physical labor, everything just shifts. You get that compensation from the grind, and then there’s this primal, natural urge for food and water that kicks in—it’s like your body is screaming for fuel. Then boom, total smash hit: you lean into pure minimalism when picking what to eat, and suddenly, all those insomnia issues? Just gone. Gone.
No issues at all with (*).
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Lawrence Bailey77 said:depending on how things stand at the moment
my brain was essentially wiped clean when some idiot crushed my skull and mangled my brain matter...
ah, those were the days... nothing but pain. No problems, really. I didn't even have thoughts...
there was only the pain.🙂
And once that finally subsided, I was just relieved the hurting had stopped. Between being on various medications and dealing with the physical tremors from the head trauma, I wasn't really thinking too deeply about what had happened to me, let alone why.😵 But unfortunately, the mental interference—that constant buzzing in my head—started creeping in almost immediately. It was as if they were just waiting for me to survive the initial hit before they began their work.🙂
The psychological torture was intense; I spent somewhere around four years constantly contemplating suicide, at least until about last year. Things have been improving slightly, but you know how it goes.
Anyway, this is your topic. I just wanted to highlight my circumstances so you can use them as a guide. Don't be too harsh or overly critical of yourself, the way I used to be with myself.
In truth, I had this sort of ptspovski energy that I tried to channel into something productive, which, I suppose, isn't particularly easy.😵
When I was struggling just to breathe and felt like I was at the very end of my rope—it was like that back then—I told myself, "Okay, fine. Let's start over." I had experienced every hollow, pyrrhic victory offered to me, the kind I conjured up in paranoid delusions and schizophrenic episodes, so I decided to just begin from scratch.
Evolution. Like a single-celled organism... just the basics. The most fundamental stuff.
Breathing was the starting point. You can't do anything without breathing properly. To achieve that, I guess you need a certain amount of peace of mind, and since that process consumes a lot of nutrients, I had to think about food. Cheap food, obviously.😁 And thank God, some of the cheapest staples are actually better than most expensive options. As for hydration, there’s no better liquid to quench thirst than water.
Minimalism served as a therapy more effective than all the pills I tried to avoid whenever possible—though, given that endless mental static, they became necessary at times.
So, bit by bit... always aware that everything could fall apart. And sometimes it did; I would fall and have to start all over again. Creating a system to manage food and water was the goal, and honestly, it still is.😬 It always will be. The paranoia never truly vanishes. PTSD is like a permanent pet that you can never quite take off the leash. I have my struggles.😵
Just hold on, keep pushing.
In short: build whatever system is possible for you, one that you create and maintain yourself.👍
It belongs to you, and you alone possess the power to either destroy it or build it up. You are the one in control, not anyone else.
Think of it as your own personal programming language, if you want to look at it that way.👍
P.S. For what it's worth, before my "rebirth," I was never an organized person. In fact, Discipline was something entirely foreign to me.
Rat? Seriously? What kind of question is that even supposed to be? You can't just drop one word like that and expect me to dive into your head! If you're asking if I think someone's being a snitch, or if there's a literal rodent running around your kitchen, you gotta give me some context, man! Just lay it out for me!
Alright, look, I know this is a bit of a tangent... but
Man... if things actually kick off into a war... *pats shoulder*
I mean, honestly? It’s all about the shoulder. If you aren't focusing on that area, you're basically just spinning your wheels. Nice work! 👍
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Lawrence Bailey77 said:depending on how things stand at the moment
my brain was essentially wiped clean when some idiot crushed my skull and mangled my brain matter...
ah, those were the days... nothing but pain. No problems, really. I didn't even have thoughts...
there was only the pain.🙂
And once that finally subsided, I was just relieved the hurting had stopped. Between being on various medications and dealing with the physical tremors from the head trauma, I wasn't really thinking too deeply about what had happened to me, let alone why.😵 But unfortunately, the mental interference—that constant buzzing in my head—started creeping in almost immediately. It was as if they were just waiting for me to survive the initial hit before they began their work.🙂
The psychological torture was intense; I spent somewhere around four years constantly contemplating suicide, at least until about last year. Things have been improving slightly, but you know how it goes.
Anyway, this is your topic. I just wanted to highlight my circumstances so you can use them as a guide. Don't be too harsh or overly critical of yourself, the way I used to be with myself.
In truth, I had this sort of ptspovski energy that I tried to channel into something productive, which, I suppose, isn't particularly easy.😵
When I was struggling just to breathe and felt like I was at the very end of my rope—it was like that back then—I told myself, "Okay, fine. Let's start over." I had experienced every hollow, pyrrhic victory offered to me, the kind I conjured up in paranoid delusions and schizophrenic episodes, so I decided to just begin from scratch.
Evolution. Like a single-celled organism... just the basics. The most fundamental stuff.
Breathing was the starting point. You can't do anything without breathing properly. To achieve that, I guess you need a certain amount of peace of mind, and since that process consumes a lot of nutrients, I had to think about food. Cheap food, obviously.😁 And thank God, some of the cheapest staples are actually better than most expensive options. As for hydration, there’s no better liquid to quench thirst than water.
Minimalism served as a therapy more effective than all the pills I tried to avoid whenever possible—though, given that endless mental static, they became necessary at times.
So, bit by bit... always aware that everything could fall apart. And sometimes it did; I would fall and have to start all over again. Creating a system to manage food and water was the goal, and honestly, it still is.😬 It always will be. The paranoia never truly vanishes. PTSD is like a permanent pet that you can never quite take off the leash. I have my struggles.😵
Just hold on, keep pushing.
In short: build whatever system is possible for you, one that you create and maintain yourself.👍
It belongs to you, and you alone possess the power to either destroy it or build it up. You are the one in control, not anyone else.
Think of it as your own personal programming language, if you want to look at it that way.👍
P.S. For what it's worth, before my "rebirth," I was never an organized person. In fact, Discipline was something entirely foreign to me.
That’s another solid point right there—but honestly, I’m looking at this from a completely different angle.
(see below)
Lawrence Bailey77 said:depending on how things stand at the moment
my brain was essentially wiped clean when some idiot crushed my skull and mangled my brain matter...
ah, those were the days... nothing but pain. No problems, really. I didn't even have thoughts...
there was only the pain.🙂
And once that finally subsided, I was just relieved the hurting had stopped. Between being on various medications and dealing with the physical tremors from the head trauma, I wasn't really thinking too deeply about what had happened to me, let alone why.😵 But unfortunately, the mental interference—that constant buzzing in my head—started creeping in almost immediately. It was as if they were just waiting for me to survive the initial hit before they began their work.🙂
The psychological torture was intense; I spent somewhere around four years constantly contemplating suicide, at least until about last year. Things have been improving slightly, but you know how it goes.
Anyway, this is your topic. I just wanted to highlight my circumstances so you can use them as a guide. Don't be too harsh or overly critical of yourself, the way I used to be with myself.
In truth, I had this sort of ptspovski energy that I tried to channel into something productive, which, I suppose, isn't particularly easy.😵
When I was struggling just to breathe and felt like I was at the very end of my rope—it was like that back then—I told myself, "Okay, fine. Let's start over." I had experienced every hollow, pyrrhic victory offered to me, the kind I conjured up in paranoid delusions and schizophrenic episodes, so I decided to just begin from scratch.
Evolution. Like a single-celled organism... just the basics. The most fundamental stuff.
Breathing was the starting point. You can't do anything without breathing properly. To achieve that, I guess you need a certain amount of peace of mind, and since that process consumes a lot of nutrients, I had to think about food. Cheap food, obviously.😁 And thank God, some of the cheapest staples are actually better than most expensive options. As for hydration, there’s no better liquid to quench thirst than water.
Minimalism served as a therapy more effective than all the pills I tried to avoid whenever possible—though, given that endless mental static, they became necessary at times.
So, bit by bit... always aware that everything could fall apart. And sometimes it did; I would fall and have to start all over again. Creating a system to manage food and water was the goal, and honestly, it still is.😬 It always will be. The paranoia never truly vanishes. PTSD is like a permanent pet that you can never quite take off the leash. I have my struggles.😵
Just hold on, keep pushing.
In short: build whatever system is possible for you, one that you create and maintain yourself.👍
It belongs to you, and you alone possess the power to either destroy it or build it up. You are the one in control, not anyone else.
Think of it as your own personal programming language, if you want to look at it that way.👍
P.S. For what it's worth, before my "rebirth," I was never an organized person. In fact, Discipline was something entirely foreign to me.
I'm a mathematician/programmer by trade—meaning if I were to write an algorithm for myself, I'm pretty sure I could function that way. Even if it feels a bit robotic at first (title of this thread)
Linda Martin6 said:I’ve definitely found myself in this spot before, especially during those stretches when my health wasn't exactly at its best.
What worked for me was just laying everything out on paper in a schedule.
Keep it simple:
?? hours (about 1 hour): running, cycling, or just a long walk
?? hours (about 1 hour): reading a book (honestly, this is huge for me; it's how I actually unwind)
?? hours (about half an hour): studying a foreign language)
?? hours (about 15 min): some quick home workouts
I don't remember the exact timing of everything, and frankly, the specific hours don't even matter.
The results were immediate. After just a few days of sticking to it, I felt like a completely different person.
- I'd just add to what Lawrence Bailey77 mentioned regarding "pain"
like, when something hurts (that much), there's zero chance I'm moving anywhere
even if I had some killer plan all laid out the night before.
Linda Martin6 said:I’ve definitely found myself in this spot before, especially during those stretches when my health wasn't exactly at its best.
What worked for me was just laying everything out on paper in a schedule.
Keep it simple:
?? hours (about 1 hour): running, cycling, or just a long walk
?? hours (about 1 hour): reading a book (honestly, this is huge for me; it's how I actually unwind)
?? hours (about half an hour): studying a foreign language)
?? hours (about 15 min): some quick home workouts
I don't remember the exact timing of everything, and frankly, the specific hours don't even matter.
The results were immediate. After just a few days of sticking to it, I felt like a completely different person.
cycling - cool
reading books grabbing coffee at a
local cafelearning a language grabbing coffee at a
local cafeworkouts - cool - right after waking up...
Linda Martin6 said:I’ve definitely found myself in this spot before, especially during those stretches when my health wasn't exactly at its best.
What worked for me was just laying everything out on paper in a schedule.
Keep it simple:
?? hours (about 1 hour): running, cycling, or just a long walk
?? hours (about 1 hour): reading a book (honestly, this is huge for me; it's how I actually unwind)
?? hours (about half an hour): studying a foreign language)
?? hours (about 15 min): some quick home workouts
I don't remember the exact timing of everything, and frankly, the specific hours don't even matter.
The results were immediate. After just a few days of sticking to it, I felt like a completely different person.
I'm not so hyped up that I need instant gratification or fixes,
it's more about sticking to the "algorithm"
- though I am aware that eventually, this "regime" will result in a
change in my character, looks, emotions, and physical needs
and let me just underline that part twice
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rolling Mr. Beard
