General / Mental Health Support Thread

It's going to be face to face counselling which will hopefully give me the strength to leave the house during the day.

Every day is extremely tough. Due to my weight gain, on Monday I began taking half my usual dose of Mirtazapine. Not a good idea. The difference is very noticeable. I guess the only way to lose weight is to cut out chocolate, biscuits, yogurt drinks, unhealthy breakfast cereals and crisps - all of which I ate quite regularly.

Overall I'm just f*****g angry that I've told them about the chainsaw thoughts and it's made no difference whatsoever to their attitude towards me.
I could hardly be feeling more tormented if they were actively trying to prevent me from getting relief from this never ending torture.
I am now considering actually buying the chainsaw. I've certainly been looking at them online. I'm not saying I'm going to use it.

This is a farcical situation. Or it would be if it wasn't so very serious.
I'm on this thread as a few mates are struggling with mental health and am trying to understand more, and what I can do/say to help.
However your issues with food mirror mine. I'm on a fat jab (but for proper diabetic reasons) but am now in a place where it may be helping my blood sugars but not my weight, that's on me but I guess there are 'issues' that cause me to eat too much, and the wrong stuff.
I just keep hoping someone on Blue Moon who works in this field (or even better some bugger in real life that you're talking to) was able to send a PM and say something like "I know how you can get the help needed"
One thing I do know is there are people on here 24/7. I'm often up at strange times in the night -old age see :-) bit of insomnia, bladder issues. Whatever you post and whenever it is I'm sure someone will respond.
I truly hope you can find a solution, or at least a start, or a way forward, that could at least offer you some respite and some hope.
 
Thanks
Yesterday I spent hours picking litter and also went for a walk for 90 minutes at night.
Was pretty exhausted and was hoping it'd help my very severe depression but it's minimal.
It's pure hell it really is.
You sound stronger than you give yourself credit for you choose to go litter picking helping your community. Take these small moments and keep talking to us .
 
I think I could end up calling an ambulance tonight.
They've advised me to do that if I feel things are dangerous.
I don't know how they expect people to live with depression this severe.
I just feel like going into the street and rolling on the floor and screaming it's so unbearable merciless and painful.
 
I think I could end up calling an ambulance tonight.
They've advised me to do that if I feel things are dangerous.
I don't know how they expect people to live with depression this severe.
I just feel like going into the street and rolling on the floor and screaming it's so unbearable merciless and painful.
Can’t you go for another long walk Pink, just get outside, tire yourself out? A bit simplistic, but I’m not an expert, and just want you to feel even a little bit better.
 
Some lovely and honest stuff on here. The subject is an interesting one, as until it brushes your life both directly or indirectly, well, the issue often gets sidelined or treated as some kind of weakness. I'm split with celebrity highlighting of the subject as yes, there are some that mean well. However, there's some that do it for clicks and kudos and there's many that are happy to 'bravely talk about their journey' as they book themselves into a private, luxury mental health holiday camp for 2 months. An option that just isn't available to the average Joe. Trying to get help for MH issues and attempting to protect families who suffer the burden of serious mental health issues is horrific!

I've found anxiety has effected me more as I've got older. Paranoia and the dreaded what if's. It's horid. I don't think the times help, with the potential horror of fucvkin things up in this climate of shit wages and no housing. I also think the attack on privacy and the thought of your thoughts being used against you is a modern day trigger. A seat and popcorn as the brave people who address the international elephant in the room have their lives attacked. It's scary. All eyes on Tucker Carlson.

In my opinion MH is a subject that needs the kitchen sink thrown at it. From low level intervention, to better medications (not convinced SSRIs are anything but placebic).. to addressing the homeless/MH link, to treating drug addiction as a health concern, to bringing back the institutions in a modern form. The Victorians didn't know everything, but they knew the impact of serious mental health issues on families and they knew to give those families a chance of normality meant taking people away. Care In The Community has, as predicted many moons ago, turned into a societal disaster. Another bit of disasterous, classic Thatcherism!
 
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I'm back on my full dose of Mirtazapine.
I'm not eating trash. I've become very very decisive about losing weight and sticking to the abstention. No one wants to look like a lardarse if they can help it. This trash is also not good for mental health.
Feel a bit calmer today.

This breakdown that's been ongoing since my dad died in December 2023 is probably down to me reflecting on my life - how isolated I've been for many many years, how terrible l think I look because of the decades of extreme stress , the cringeworthy things that have happened and which I've said, the small humiliations I've suffered for one reason and another. The increasingly problematic gambling habit that leads to pathetic rage when I don't win the lottery / postcode lottery/ Omaze House etc.


The whole fucking lot of it
 
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I'm back on my full dose of Mirtazapine.
I'm not eating trash. I've become very very decisive about losing weight and sticking to the abstention. No one wants to look like a lardarse if they can help it. This trash is also not good for mental health.
Feel a bit calmer today.

This breakdown that's been ongoing since my dad died in December 2023 is probably down to me reflecting on my life - how isolated I've been for many many years, how terrible l think I look because of the decades of extreme stress , the cringeworthy things that have happened and which I've said, the small humiliations I've suffered for one reason and another. The increasingly problematic gambling habit that leads to pathetic rage when I don't win the lottery / postcode lottery/ Omaze House etc.


The whole fucking lot of it
Good for you with the healthy eating. It’s hard I can be good all day then come the evening the chocolate calls me it’s an ongoing battle. Good to hear you’re feeling a bit calmer today take care @PinkFinal .
 
Was picking litter for almost three hours last night walking from Denton to Ashton picking up everything I saw.
Friday night lol.
Felt relatively OK afterwards but of course the aggressive demons are back again today so I'll need to go out again , luckily it's sunny.

My life is fundamentally empty & pointless, and excrutiatingly painful and my exit would only seriously impact one person, my brother.

I've got an appointment with a "senior mental health practitioner' on Monday morning.
 
They've rung me again
Two different departments offering face to face appointments, on Monday & Tuesday, one a psychiatrist or someone who liases with a psychiatrist the other a life coach or similar

Hopefully I can make it until then but I can't lie it's absolutely horrendous what I'm going through right now
At least they have given you two appointments, I really hope they can help PF don’t forget a list of the things you have tried and what you know might help plus the symptoms, it’s so easy to forget when you finally see a real person and not somebody on the end of a phone call.

Litter picking is a great way to distract yourself plus you won’t have any trouble finding it :) where I live we have several people go round filling sacks of it

It’s important to say the plans you have made and told us about, that’s the thing you mustn’t leave out. It’s easy to get flustered and forget how bad it is while you are at the appointment but it’s back by the time you reach home.:)
 
They've told me that I should focus on tackling my isolation and I think that's right.
I don't really give a shit if they deny me ECT.
It's no guarantee of anything and it does not do anything about my fundamental problem.
I asked for it only because I felt that my severe depression was stopping me from using the tools that I want to use to change my situation
The apathy about going to the gym and to the daily social at the mental health centre.
I was also scared that the depression was slowly descending into psychotic depression which severe depression can do.
I've still not been to the social. I'm skeptical about how much that can help me but it's better to try before dismissing. They have a music club and although I've never sung I have a strong feeling that singing could be a great way to tackle my immense pain.

I think at heart I'd sooner just sit at home and not bother with life apart from the occasional gig but this is not possible as it is very damaging psychologically. That's why I've been out picking litter and will continue to do that as obviously the litter picked up is swiftly replaced by more.
(I've seen bloody rats on the pavement obviously attracted by the litter that's another reason I'm doing it)

Who knows what the future brings
I just feel apathy mainly that's a problem that comes with age I think
 
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I am a pig in shit today, the surveyor finally gave me the go ahead to put a new washing machine in where the last one was that flooded and added to the damp under the sub floor, each week he comes and measures the damp and stamped on it to see if the floorboards are rotting, each week he has said no it is not dry enough but friday he said its time

Fucking sad really but two months without a washing machine is a pain and i am cheering the small wins right now lol

Much more drying out the subfloor to done But aside from a few more airbricks and replacing a few floorboards there is nothing else to do but open the place out and hoping for a long summer to dry the kitchen out then paint the walls sky blue again, no carpets allowed again so will decide that flooring sept time

This has been a nightmare to deal with but do you know what, i am a boss bitch again ! Stronger than i thought i would be again and that makes me happy, small things

Much love xxx
 
Not one to post about this but struggling to reach out to people I trust about it, to my mates and family I’m the ‘life of the party’ type, always joking upbeat and lively character but realistically it’s a front for my fragile state of mind, I recently went through divorce and although it was my choice to do it, nobody (including family) recognised that maybe if was stressful for me too given I was trying to sell a house at the same time. Not looking for sympathy but anyone who’s been through the similar might appreciate where I’m at, not thinking about anything severe but maybe misunderstood by one’s most familiar with me
 
Not one to post about this but struggling to reach out to people I trust about it, to my mates and family I’m the ‘life of the party’ type, always joking upbeat and lively character but realistically it’s a front for my fragile state of mind, I recently went through divorce and although it was my choice to do it, nobody (including family) recognised that maybe if was stressful for me too given I was trying to sell a house at the same time. Not looking for sympathy but anyone who’s been through the similar might appreciate where I’m at, not thinking about anything severe but maybe misunderstood by one’s most familiar with me
I feel you blue.

You've done well to recognise the signs you're burned out and need to refresh. I understand the trust issues with friends and family as I have them too. I struggle to think if I have a "ride or die" friend. I probably do, as will you. It's just that being able to open up to them and unload.

I had an incident at work on Saturday that could have been a lot worse than it was and it shook me up. Sunday morning I got some unexpected news and it broke me. I cried for hours. I hadn't let myself cry in years. Today my body feels lighter, almost relieved, and a bit sore for some reason? I wonder if that's someone or something that decided I needed it.
 
They've told me that I should focus on tackling my isolation and I think that's right.
I don't really give a shit if they deny me ECT.
It's no guarantee of anything and it does not do anything about my fundamental problem.
I asked for it only because I felt that my severe depression was stopping me from using the tools that I want to use to change my situation
The apathy about going to the gym and to the daily social at the mental health centre.
I was also scared that the depression was slowly descending into psychotic depression which severe depression can do.
I've still not been to the social. I'm skeptical about how much that can help me but it's better to try before dismissing. They have a music club and although I've never sung I have a strong feeling that singing could be a great way to tackle my immense pain.

I think at heart I'd sooner just sit at home and not bother with life apart from the occasional gig but this is not possible as it is very damaging psychologically. That's why I've been out picking litter and will continue to do that as obviously the litter picked up is swiftly replaced by more.
(I've seen bloody rats on the pavement obviously attracted by the litter that's another reason I'm doing it)

Who knows what the future brings
I just feel apathy mainly that's a problem that comes with age I think.
yes, all positive ways of thinking and doing.

(But as for the last line about age - behave, wait till you're 77 .. )
 

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