So, I'm not really happy...on the surface things seem great, I have a decent job, Chiefs are kicking ass, I have a nice crib in the country, a couple cars, play some music on the weekends...
But I'm absolutely depressed. I miss my daughter, I miss my ex-girlfriend, Brittney...
I want to move to NY, but I have to wait for my job.
So, it seems like I'm stuck here, at least for a bit...
Not much is bringing me pleasure, I was so depressed today at work...I get weird thoughts, not like I want to hurt myself, but just...musings on the pointlessness of going to work every single day, just to pay to exist, just to really pay for the kid that I never see...
I'm actually pretty damn lonely, even in a roomful of people.
Originally Posted by Megatron96:
In the long run, you're better off working out than taking meds.
I was in your boat recently, sans the kid part. Got divorced, missed her all the time, started drinking, etc.
I got lucky. A friend of mine introduced me to his physical trainer. At first I wasn't really interested in working out on a schedule, with a trainer, but well . . . she's pretty hot, so I gave it a try.
Turned out she's really good at her job. I lost 23 lbs. in the first 6 weeks. I could bore you with all the improvements I achieved physically, but let's just say that I went from not being able to walk two miles without a break, to averaging 4 miles a day 4 times a week. Running.
Mentally things improved faster than my body. Within two weeks or so I found that I was just in a better mood when I woke up, and it lasted longer as I got into better shape. It's like a pep drug that's inside your body; you just have to go lift some weights/make some miles to take it. These days I literally jump out of bed in the morning, and I'm 50.
Also, I made some new friends at the gym from classes I took, even went on some dates.
I also found myself wanting to get more involved with the world. I joined some clubs (fly-fishing/hunting/hiking/shooting sports/camping/meals on wheels/etc). I'm enjoying a lot more of my life now.
But the important thing is that I feel better, I spend a lot less time brooding, in fact, I almost never do anymore unless I over-serve myself. Btw, being in shape takes a lot of the edge off of hangovers, FYI.
The drugs, on the other hand, only mask your problems. And come with their own sets of issues.
Anyway, I'm done preaching. I hope you feel better soon. Whatever you do, do something. Wallowing is the worst thing for you.
Thanks for saying it so much more eloquently than me but I have seen this over and over again. The only time I haven't seen it work is with somebody bipolar [Reply]
I would quit, sell everything and move to Key West. Get a nice 1BR condo and hangout at the beach and at Sloppy Joe's. If you play music, you could probably get some gigs.
When I divorced from my first wife in '84, I got a new white t-top corvette and hung out at the rock clubs and got drunk every night. That was OK for a while, then I got remarried, started a new home-based business and eventually retired to Florida and play golf and go to the gym. [Reply]
Originally Posted by rabblerouser:
Hard to remove them all when the syringe is this full. I mixed in some antifreeze and the blood of Freddie Mercury with the arm heroin.
