Dealing with depression?

I stumbled upon this depression forum while scrolling through some old threads on here...
I’m talking about this one: http://www.depresija.org/forum/index.php?act=idx

I honestly can’t wrap my head around how some of these people aren't even functioning. I mean, if you want to have any kind of purpose in life, you need to actually *do* something—even if it's just stocking shelves at a Walmart. But these people just sit around the house, popping antidepressants all day, constantly complaining about how miserable they are... one girl is posting about having no will to live, another is talking about suicide... and we aren't even talking about teenagers here; these are adults in their 20s and 30s!

And here I was thinking I was lazy... meanwhile, these folks are practically dying and too terrified to even step outside...

It's unbelievable... someone posts about being on disability leave for three months because of depression!!! Honestly, people like that need a reality check; they should be working themselves to death instead of jumping off buildings...

I used to feel bad for people struggling with depression... but once I actually looked into it... it’s basically human garbage.🙂

Yeah, you're right about that.

People in wheelchairs are basically just lazy people who refuse to get up.

It’s a real shame about your lack of literacy and how you use the internet. Clearly, it serves you absolutely no purpose.

Kenneth Hernandez67 said:Yeah, tell me about it.

I guess people in wheelchairs are just lazy and don't feel like getting up.

It’s such a waste of your internet access and your education. Clearly, neither is being put to any good use here.

People living with disabilities actually show how much someone can achieve when they have the will... I personally know a guy who's paralyzed from the waist down... and he's even got a girlfriend... It might look funny to some, like seeing his girl pushing him in a wheelchair down a sidewalk, but he's still pushing through life. Even if he can't walk, he accomplishes way more than most people—and certainly more than those miserable, depressed types.

Real heroes are forged in the fire... depression is just another way to see that. Anyone who falls into it has basically proven they couldn't handle the struggle, and their only legacy will be a name on a census list among millions. People struggling with depression are the weakest links in the chain, and they essentially choose to fade away.

And you? You're just an insecure jerk...🙂

IggXy said:People living with disabilities really show you how much someone can achieve when they actually give a damn... personally, I know this guy who’s paralyzed from the waist down... he’s even got a girlfriend... it might look funny to some, like seeing her pushing his wheelchair down a sidewalk in Chicago or walking right beside him, but he just keeps pushing through life. Even if he can't walk, he's accomplishing way more than most people out there... definitely more than those losers stuck in a depressive slump...

Do you actually know someone like that? Or are you just talking? How many people actually live like that?

Real heroes are forged in fire... depression is just proof that someone couldn't hack it. They basically prove they don't know how to fight, and their only legacy will be being one more name in a massive census. People with depression are the weakest links in the chain, and they're essentially choosing to fail...

You're the one who's "human garbage" here! What's your deal? Why'd you suddenly start attacking everyone? Did some girl dump you or something, and now you're taking it out on us? Look, by definition, depression isn't about having a weak character or making a choice—you're claiming the exact opposite, which means you don't even understand what you're talking about. You have no clue what depression actually is... you can't just snap out of it whenever you feel like it. Not even with meds—good grief, it takes weeks or even months just to start feeling a difference. And get this—most people end up depressed because of something specific that happened to them. It could happen to anyone... you aren't invincible...

I’m not immune to life hitting hard, but if things go south for me, I’ll keep showing up and doing my job just like everyone else while I deal with my struggles privately at home...

What really gets under my skin is this... I still have years of school left ahead of me, and then I read someone on this forum claiming they’re taking three months off work because of depression?! Are you kidding me? Other people are out there grinding, while she’s just going to sit at home wallowing because she’s feeling down and wants to give up on life... Honestly, people like that need a reality check—send them to some grueling manual labor job in the middle of nowhere. Let’s see how "depressed" they feel when they stumble through the door exhausted, too tired to even think about how much everything sucks, instead of spending the whole day just moping around.

Look, I’m not saying we should ban depression entirely. It’s unavoidable for some people, like someone living with a severe disability, and they have legitimate reasons for struggling. It’s incredibly hard to find happiness when you're dealing with a major physical impairment... but even those people find ways to push through. But is someone really going to fall into a deep depression just because society doesn't cater to their specific whims?!

I honestly should just ban you 😢

You have no idea what you're talking about
You're being incredibly rude
You're completely uninformed
You're just acting like a total poser for no reason

🙂

Look, I don't want people thinking it's just some bitter old man stuck in his ways.

Nice one, restlesspanther1 👍

IggXy said:I mean, I’m not exactly bulletproof, but if things go south for me... I guess I'll just keep doing whatever they tell me to do and "suffer" quietly at home...

Oh, man... you're not gonna make it. Honestly, if you're trying to break into a creative field or anything like that, you're looking at an uphill battle... just saying.

What really got to me... I still have a few years of school left ahead of me, and then I see her on the forum posting about being out on medical leave for three months because of depression?!

I never actually finished college... mostly because I just kept putting things off for years on end. It’s frustrating because I know I’m actually pretty sharp and creative, but my focus, my memory, even my logic—everything has just completely tanked lately. I tried applying for a philosophy program this year, thinking maybe that was the move, but I absolutely bombed the abstract reasoning test. Total disaster. And honestly? It wasn't even because I didn't know the material. Some heavy emotional stuff hit me the day before and I just couldn't shake it. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think straight, my brain was just pure chaos... Most days I feel like I'm basically incapable of getting anything done. I only find the spark when I realize I'm running out of time. That’s when I start slamming massive amounts of Coca-Cola or Pepsi just to force myself into gear... then I’ll pull an all-nighter, or sometimes two, just to finish a task. I guess I just can't function the way everyone else does...

I mean, honestly? Other people are out there actually getting things done while she’s just sitting at home moping around like she wants to wither away... People like that need a reality check. Honestly, give them some heavy-duty work boots and throw them into the toughest manual labor jobs imaginable. Maybe then we'll see if they still feel "depressed" when they stumble through the front door exhausted, too tired to even process how hard life is... instead of just spending the whole day wallowing...

So, what kind of work are we actually talking about here?...

I’m not saying we should banish depression altogether... I get that for some people, like someone living with a severe physical disability, it’s just an unavoidable part of the struggle. It’s hard to even wrap your head around how someone deals with that kind of hardship... but even then, people find ways to cope and move forward. But is it really fair? Should someone be pushed into a dark place just because society refuses to accept them for who they are?...

Am I really supposed to just skip right over the depression part after my parents spent my entire life emotionally tearing me down? Like, am I just being some kind of weakling or something... why am I like this? 😵 You really don't get it... For me, the emotional stuff hit way harder than anything physical ever could. I remember my mom used to beat me when I was little, just because I’d wet the bed or something... I wasn't crying because of the hits, and I didn't feel terrible because of the pain. It was her coldness that wrecked me. That total lack of affection, seeing her turn all that aggression toward someone—me—who hadn't done a single thing wrong... It stays with you. Most of the depression people deal with as adults? It usually traces right back to what happened to them when they were kids... The Brave Phone—looking at the different ways people deal with abuse...

dustycanyon6 said:For me, the emotional abuse actually hit harder than the physical stuff. My mom used to beat me when I was little just because I’d wet the bed—I didn't cry because of the hitting itself, but because of how cold she was. It wasn't about love; it was just pure aggression directed at someone who hadn't done anything wrong. Adult depression is so often tied back to what happened to us during childhood. National Domestic Violence Hotline - types of abuse

I completely agree with this. I dealt with similar issues with my mother growing up, and it has definitely shaped who I am as an adult today.
Look, IggXy, I don't owe you any explanations or apologies because your own posts make it pretty obvious what kind of person you are.
Your posts have been incredibly frustrating, but I'm not going to stoop to your level and start insulting you.
You've already shown everyone exactly who you are.
The only silver lining here is that you mentioned work. When someone is struggling with depression and anxiety, staying busy can help distract them from their problems for a bit, but it isn't a cure.
At that point, you need a psychiatrist, psychotherapy, and potentially antidepressants.
When someone is doing so poorly that they can't even leave their house, it's a massive problem. It's honestly heartbreaking to read posts from people in that state; I can only imagine how much they are suffering.
That is a dark place I would never want to be again. I went through a very difficult period like that myself, but I put in a lot of work, and I'm doing much better now.
I hope that makes sense, though I suspect you won't get it anyway and will probably just be rude and stubborn in your next post.
Take care.

Expecting people dealing with depression to just snap out of it is like expecting your buddy in a wheelchair to suddenly stand up and sprint across a football field.

Once you grow enough to realize this is actually a medical condition, you'll start grasping how it works and the toll it takes. Until then, I honestly don't see any point or reason to even bother talking to you.

IggXy said:So, I was digging through some old threads on here when I stumbled onto this depression forum...
By which I mean this one http://www.depresija.org/forum/index.php?act=idx

I honestly can't wrap my head around how some people aren't even functioning as actual humans. Like, if you want to have a role in society, you gotta have some kind of interest, right? Even if it's just stocking shelves at a Walmart. But these people? They just sit around the house, popping antidepressants like candy, whining about being sad... some girl is posting about having zero will to live, another is talking about suicide... and we aren't talking about teenagers here, these are grown adults in their 20s and 30s!

And here I was thinking *I* was lazy... meanwhile these folks are basically dying inside and too terrified to even step outside...

It’s unbelievable... someone writes in saying they've been on medical leave for three months because of depression!!! Honestly, people like that need a reality check—they should be working themselves to death instead of jumping off buildings...

I used to feel bad for depressed people... but once I actually looked into it... it's just "human garbage"🙂

Hey, man, don't go there. There are people who deal with real depression and they genuinely can't function. And then you've got people who don't have "classic" depression, but rather personality disorders where the depression isn't even the main issue. But they still have other problems that make them incapable of working. Look, you can't just expect them to get up and go to work; it's like telling someone with food poisoning, "Yeah, you feel like crap, but get over it and go to work." Environment matters too—most of these people live alone, or if they were in a relationship, the whole thing falls apart because of the illness. It's not as simple as it looks on the surface.

Sure, there are people who fake it for attention, but you can usually tell pretty quickly that something else is going on with them.

It’s tough to decide which illness is truly the worst.
For most of us, it's always our own, simply because we're the ones living through it.

Having undergone two spinal surgeries—my first laminectomy was back in '72—
I spent 20 years working through constant pain just to keep my kids on their feet. I couldn't even bend past my knees. I relied on narcotics for two decades just to get by.

By 1991, at age 50, depression, panic attacks, and anxiety hit me hard,
along with certain personality traits. I haven't been able to work since, and honestly, I'm not doing much better today. Between everything else, I'm currently managing over 25 to 30 different pills daily.

In 2004, I had surgery for stenosis and two levels of laminectomy, but it was a failure. Doctors warned me not to expect much, and that it could actually make things worse. Now, my mobility is severely limited due to pain and nerve issues; I can only walk short distances. One nerve at L5 remains compressed, and there's nothing more they can do.

To be honest, I don't know what's harder to deal with: my mental health or my physical state.

And as for how much someone can endure—in my 35 years of experience, I've met plenty of "brave souls" who claim their struggle is nothing. In my opinion, those people are the toughest patients of all.

Try living with a constant 6 to 8 on the pain scale for your entire life. Someone in a wheelchair might not feel that specific type of pain, though they certainly face a whole different set of challenges due to immobility.

Before you judge someone, you should really understand what they are going through and why they are in that position. It's easy to say, "I would..." but do what, exactly?

P.S. I just realized you aren't even 15 years old. If I had known that, I wouldn't have bothered replying. You're still practically in diapers!

👋 👋

It’s been a long time since I’ve run into someone so narrow-minded and genuinely unkind. It’s obvious you just don't get it—and honestly, nobody ever truly does except the person living through it—but seeing this kind of judgment makes me feel like🙂 🙂 🙂.

I know a girl struggling with depression, and I used to wonder why she didn't want to travel or go out and do things (not that I was judging her or thinking she was trash), until I experienced it firsthand. And let me tell you, you can't describe THAT feeling with words; terms like "sadness" or "suffering" are way too weak to capture it. Like someone else mentioned earlier, even though I’m quite bright, I haven't had the strength to finish my degree at State University. And there is absolutely zero connection to being lazy. As for physical symptoms, depression shows up in the body in huge ways—lethargy, insomnia, terrible digestive issues, hormonal imbalances, hair loss, sudden weight changes, heart palpitations... I’d love to see you try digging trenches in a ditch while feeling like this.
"If hell exists on earth, you will find it in the heart of a melancholic soul"—I can't recall the author, but it’s the perfect description.

And by your logic, plenty of legendary figures would be considered "human garbage," like Michelangelo, Honoré de Balzac, Émile Zola, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, or even Abraham Lincoln. But then again, you're probably such a caveman you've never even heard of them...

Moderators, if this guy doesn't deserve a ban, I don't know who does!

So, tell me, are those with PTSD just trash too, or are the war veterans actually heroes—the pride of our nation? 😳

luđakinja said:hey, man, what about those guys with PTSD? Are they just trash too, or are the war veterans actually heroes and the pride of our nation?😳

What on earth does any of that have to do with depression?😕

PTSD isn't just some thing you pick up during a war zone. We tend to link it to combat because we see so many people in our own neighborhoods dealing with it after serving, but that's not the whole story. You can get it from a car wreck, losing someone close to you, or even just witnessing something absolutely horrific...

My grandma is an old soul, super wise. She always used to say, "Listen, honey, everything’s fine until your head starts hurting." Basically, you can stomach almost anything, but once that pain hits your brain—especially if you don't even realize why it's happening or if you're just spiraling through it—that's when things get real. You can't exactly cut your head off to make it stop. That's her philosophy on life, anyway, but it kind of fits what we're talking about here.

What does Rambo have to do with depression? They're both psychological issues; they aren't exactly unrelated.

Right, Matthew Morris28, thanks for stating the obvious. I honestly thought war was just stressful. My mistake.

Matthew Morris28 said:PTSD isn't some condition you only pick up on a battlefield. We tend to associate it strictly with combat because we see so many people in our own communities struggling with it after serving, but that's a narrow view. You can develop it from a horrific car accident, losing someone close to you, or even witnessing something absolutely gruesome. It's not just about war.

And honestly, if I may be so bold, what on earth does any of this have to do with depression? 😁 😁

It feels like people have started using the word "depression" so casually lately that they’ve completely lost sight of how heavy it actually is. It isn't some passing flu that you just shake off after a few days of rest. And honestly, there's this weird misconception that being depressed somehow equates to being weak, which couldn't be further from the truth. You can't look at someone and pretend you know exactly what pushed them to that point, nor can you possibly fathom the sheer amount of strength it takes for someone to fight through the things that brought them down in the first place. Everyone carries their own unique set of burdens and triggers, so we really need to stop treating such a serious matter like it's something to joke about.

I don't consider myself immune to these things, but if it actually happens to me, I'll just keep doing exactly what's expected of me and deal with the consequences from the comfort of my own home.

This is just more proof that you aren't taking this seriously at all. The core issue is that people become incapable of functioning because they’re struggling too much emotionally. And honestly, what does it matter if someone is suffering at home? What's the logic behind thinking you can just suffer in private, step outside, and suddenly transform into a completely different person?
I honestly envy you, so please, share the secret. I feel like if you’re actually struggling with something, you really have to wrestle with it just to get things back on track, and that process ends up being pretty exhausting when you're trying to juggle everything else in your life.

Please, don't get all worked up over nothing. What I'm saying is that people dealing with PTSD usually picture soldiers coming home from war. In the US, the default assumption is always that PTSD comes from combat, even though sometimes it’s actually from something like a bad car wreck.