"Gimme that Z, O-L-O-F-T
Gimme a grip, make me love me
Suckin' 'em down, I'm happy man
Can feel it inside, makin' me smile
...realize that the sky's not made of gold
don't disguise the nature of your soul
Gimme that z, o-l-o-f-t
No longer pissed and you don't bother me
I'm makin' it through, I'm givin' my all
When base are loaded, I'm whacking the ball
...don't suck the mind, don't drain the source
the path of life's not so easy to course, buddy"
Ween - "Quebec"
I forgot to mention way back on page 4 that I also suffer from anxiety attacks. If I start to get an anxiety attack I usually have to get as far away
from my 'dwelling place' as possible, out in the open. If I don't I end up breaking things and I can't control my anger. This leads me to the next
paragraph:
For anyone who is unfamiliar with true depression (not a 'in the dumps' feeling), here's my bit on it... Imagine that you had the time of your life
the day before with your girlfriend and all of both your friends. Everything went awesome, noone argued about anything, everyone just got together and
hung out and everything was storybook perfect. The next morning a person would be remembering the day before and smiling about it and ready to tell
everyone who didn't show up all about it, but instead you wake up with this uncontrollable felling of doom from nowhere. You start thinking that your
GF snuck out of bed while you were passed out to screw your best friend, and that everyone is out to get you. You think that no matter how great the
day before was, today can't be better, so it must be going to be worse. Normally a person can just blow this irrationality off, but you can't seem
to nudge it... and you KNOW you are being irrational, especially since you hardly slept and you know that your GF was sound asleep the whole time.
Even when all the lights turn green on your way to work, you can't be happy about it. You just can't shake the feeling that too many things are
going good, something is going to come and screw it up as usual (usually your own self doing, and you know it but can't seem to do anything about
it). Alot of people would just call you a pessimist, but you aren't being negative. You aren't TRYING to be negative. Imagine having a great day at
work and you get home and for some reason get so bummed out that you cry for about half an hour before you realize you don't even know what you are
crying about (yeah, I've done that one several times... I'm a guy, and yes I cry... I am human after all, duh).
That is just one day for you. Now imagine that about every day to every three days... and you can't control it. I've been at family functions where
I had to leave because I was so 'bummed out that everyone else is having a good time'. 2 thanksgivings ago I stayed in bed until like 7pm so I
didn't have to see anybody (I have a bad antisocial problem as well). I was staying with my GF at her parents house, since we lived in a different
town at the time, and was supposed to go to my parents. I ditched a freakin' Thanksgiving because I was depressed! It's really sad... really, but
you can't really seem to do anything about it.
For anyone who is afraid of the drugs, do this for yourself: make sure that your VERY BEST friends don't put up with it. Personally, I have less than
a handfull of 'friends' (friends=family, and family=friends... always!) that I will deal with when I get depressed. When I get in these modes I will
sometimes even blow them off. Luckily they understand the depression and don't take no for an answer. After a best friend drags yer arse out of the
house a couple times, you just go with it and it slowly starts to become easier. The biggest thing I've come to understand about depression is that
it is something like picking at a scab... you know it's there and you can't ignore it (you are depressed, you know it, but it just permeates your
head), and since you can't get it out of your head you keep picking at it until it comes off and you finally bleed all over the place (you try as
hard as you can to think happy thoughts, but you just can't get any of the negative thoughts out of your head and you keep dwelling on them until you
finally collapse).
One thing I've found that helps when I'm depressed is to eat alot of sugar (sweet fruits, tea with cane sugar, chocolate, etc... no corn syrup) and
go pass out as soon as the sugar buzz wears off, and stay away from caffeine... although cocoa contains a pretty significant amount of caffeine. The
thing with passing out is so you can sleep off the depression. You overload it (you know you are gonna come down off the sugar and be in a worse state
than before, so you load yourself to the point where you pass out instead of being depressed). Another thing is, for me, that I have a fast
metabolism, so alot of food doesn't go very far... or I may have a digestive disorder, who knows. This was very interesting, considering what I have
just said:
Originally posted by EnronOutrunHomerun
One thing to watch out for, besides large clumps of garlic powder, is that a lot of symptoms of depression are similar to diabetes...garlic is used in
some alternative medicine approaches for diabetics - I'd get a blood test to make sure...
I absolutly love garlic! I won't even take the pills, I'd rather torture everyone around me! I love the tase! Now I want a bowl of pasta with
butter, parmesean, and hella-garlic (minced, mind you... not crushed). Yumm! Think there's a link there? Read on:
My mom told me that I have something similar or related to diabetes where my body doesn't metabolize sugars like they are supposed to, so when I eat
alot of sugar I can actually get 'high' from it, but when I come down it's severely harsh... not just to me, but to everyone around me, lol. Now as
far as my mom's credibility goes, I don't know. I love her 'til I die, but sometimes I think she is severely misinformed. I have never gone to the
doctor to have any kind of blood test done (I also, according to my mom, have some joint disorder that is genetic... my little sister started popping
and cracking about age 9... I started at about 13, but my mom started when she was about 17... my chiropractor didn't have a clue what I was talking
about, but I know my knees separate about an eighth inch when I jump in the air and slam when I land). Anyways, it seems that a helthy diet helps out
all sorts of problems... and believe me, Carl's Jr. 3 times a day doesn't qualify as healthy (I can't believe it didn't kill me! I ate about
10-15 times a week for over 4 years straight!!!)
I'm no doc, but I really do think that bi-polar, depression, and anxiety are all so closely related that they could all be treated in very similar
ways instead of taking pill after pill after pill after pill. I know that when I get rid of my depression for the day, all other problems go as
well... same when I treat an anxiety attack. Really, personal diet helps with the control so much it's unbelievable. Also, I read an ATS thread today
that was talking about acidic foods (about anything you eat nowadays) being linked to masses of health and mental problems.