I just don't know.
I don't know what I'm asking for here. How about some cool drawings or something
I don't know what I'm asking for here. How about some cool drawings or something
Friendship is one, assuming you haven't built up a tolerance.
I have the inclination to draw, but I might be lacking the time. I'd definitely be interested in hearing it though, and try to give it a shot.Actually, I need something (simple) drawn, if you got the time and inclination.
Oh we get it, trust me.In a really dumb kind of way, which I can't explain, I think it all blew up when Robin Williams died. I can't fully explain why it hit me so hard, but something about this funny, gentle, wonderful soul being beaten by his illnesses really fucked me up.
That's alright, there's not exactly a deadline or anything.I have the inclination to draw, but I might be lacking the time. I'd definitely be interested in hearing it though, and try to give it a shot.
"Psychologists have known for a long time that "normal" people experience all kinds of thoughts, images, and impulses -- including those of violence and repugnant sexual acts. They are referred to as intrusive thoughts because they pop into people's minds without their control."So I've been having weird thoughts lately.
I would like to say I did not mention my preceding comments to her until after I had solicited her input, but it is reassuring to know we are so compatible.If I'm having bad thoughts because they're obsessive thoughts, it is best to acknowledge them and say, "Thank you, brain, for bringing this to my attention. I'll be sure not to do the horrible and nauseating thing you just warned me about," because you can't make yourself stop thinking about a bad thought by thinking more about that bad thought, and you can't sit there and berate yourself for thinking the bad thought in the first place because that'll just make you more depressed and you'll just have more bad thoughts. So I do a little theater with myself where I'm all, "Thank you, brain, for riding your half-dead horse through that terrible thunderstorm to warn the Princess about the bad thought" and treat the brain as though it is doing me a great service in warning me about this thought instead of yelling at my brain to shut up about the bad thing.
It's like a cat who brings you dead mice. You don't fight the cat about bringing you the dead mice, because then you have to live with dead mice and an angry cat. Instead you stroke the cat and thank it for bringing you these prizes. You still have all the dead mice, but at least you have a happy cat, and that's one less problem to deal with. It's very easy to be preoccupied with how "a nice person like me shouldn't be having such bad thoughts" and "I must be such a horrible person to be thinking these thoughts," and that causes more obsessing and reinforces the downward spiral of unhappiness. The important thing is to interrupt the chain before it feeds on itself and drowns out rationality. BUT if the amount of unhappiness is such that it is difficult to break this cycle, then that's when outside help is required.
You're an Artist. It goes without saying.I really appreciate the time you take to assure me I'm not alone in how my wild brain works.
Not dumb at all. Feeling apprehensive about getting psychiatric care or seeing a therapist is pretty understandable because of the stigma surrounding mental health issues. It's also pretty uncomfortable to open up to a total stranger (unless you're me, then everyone and their mother likes to tell me their life stories, but I digress...). Therapists are not there to judge you or the reason why you are in their office. They are there to help you find ways to cope with whatever issues you have and get you back to a state of better functioning in your daily life.Also, I'm looking for therapy/doctors.. It kind of scares me. I guess because it makes the depression real? I don't know. Dumb.
You're never alone...I thank you guys for all your thoughts and suggestions.
I really appreciate the time you take to assure me I'm not alone in how my wild brain works.
You're one of my favorite people on the internet.You're never alone...
not while they're watching.
Run!
I just want to clarify (after getting some hugsies) that I was NOT attempting to imply that I think of these thoughts as a burden. They can be inconvenient at times, but that is entirely to be expected. In fact, I was trying to state somewhat the opposite, that they are granted the same citizenship rights as all the other denizens of my head, and that that was my "secret" to sanity.blahblah brain blah intrusive thoughts blah just let them pass on through blah blah Kati says Hi blah
Well, he is awesome.You're one of my favorite people on the internet.
While I can't speak for others, for me, a large part of the trouble of accepting help is that (in the Western world) we see our thoughts and our psyche as "ourselves". Going to a therapist or a psychiatrist feels like going to someone who's going to tell you all about what's wrong with "you', as a person. My shoulder's out of whack? yeah, ok, that's a problem, but I can't help it, or at most, I'll have to change some habits to help solve it....But a psychological problem? That's a problem with who I am, in essence, and that's hard.I don't know why I'm so terrified of getting help.