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406blue
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- Sep 7, 2018
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Depression has lived by my side all my life, but i dealt with it with alcohol, cigarettes and some prozac from time to time. There was a period of a few years recently where i seemed content and free from all the addictives and had some purpose, renovating an old house and with helpful neighbours. One day i had new neighbours move in next door, who left their alsations barking non stop while they were away, 6 days a week for months on end at the bottom of my garden. Living normally became impossible and i was working from home.
I tried everything possible to find a solution but the local council and police did everything possible to avoid the issue. I should add that i was a foreigner in this small community, which didn't help. After about 1 month of this incessant noise i began to lose the plot and was living with earplugs all day, playing music very loud to drown out the noise and found that my former friendly neighbours turned against me....the herd mentality. Eventually i sold my beautiful house and find myself living in a shitty flat, utterly depressed and returning to suicidal ideas. My health physically and mentally has been destroyed by this over the last year. I could buy another house but have no desire or energy to do so.
The strange thing was that among all my acquaintainces and friends, there was not a single person who tried to engage with the problem, offer any advice or sensible ideas for how to deal with this, despite the fact it was clear i was having a breakdown, preferring to just gossip about it behind my back. This is why i have come to the sense of misanthropy i have now and the feeling that i am isolated from people, who are good to you when you can give them something but unwilling to put themselves out for you when shit happens. Wanting out isn't just the result of these events, just the final straw.
I tried everything possible to find a solution but the local council and police did everything possible to avoid the issue. I should add that i was a foreigner in this small community, which didn't help. After about 1 month of this incessant noise i began to lose the plot and was living with earplugs all day, playing music very loud to drown out the noise and found that my former friendly neighbours turned against me....the herd mentality. Eventually i sold my beautiful house and find myself living in a shitty flat, utterly depressed and returning to suicidal ideas. My health physically and mentally has been destroyed by this over the last year. I could buy another house but have no desire or energy to do so.
The strange thing was that among all my acquaintainces and friends, there was not a single person who tried to engage with the problem, offer any advice or sensible ideas for how to deal with this, despite the fact it was clear i was having a breakdown, preferring to just gossip about it behind my back. This is why i have come to the sense of misanthropy i have now and the feeling that i am isolated from people, who are good to you when you can give them something but unwilling to put themselves out for you when shit happens. Wanting out isn't just the result of these events, just the final straw.
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