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- Nov 18, 2023
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I had this extremely weird experience today...
For some context: I've been struggling with social anxiety, failure anxiety and depression on and off for over 10 years now. I'm currently in my worst and heaviest depression yet and my life has completely fallen apart. Some events two days ago made me finally decide yesterday that I'm going to start planning in detail how to end it. And right before going to sleep yesterday I was actually writing some notes on what I want to put in my suicide letter (I won't say note cuz it'll be long).
And then this morning when I woke up... I mentally didn't feel miserable. I wouldn't describe it as happiness. It wasn't that powerful. But it was almost a purely emotional sense of feeling okay and stable.
It felt in some way good, but in another way I felt really uncomfortable. It felt kind of like breaking out in laughter at a funeral. The way I felt didn't feel like it fit my situation or my thoughts at all. I started thinking again about how bad my situation was in detail but for some inexplicable reason it emotionally didn't bother me.
I even started thinking about maybe I should put in some more effort and I can turn things around for myself and make my life better. Though even in this odd state when I started thinking about that I still instantly felt that I didn't have the motivational energy to climb that mountain.
There was something else weird about it too... I'm not a big crier. I don't cry a lot, even when I want to cry. And when I do cry, I usually cry only a few tears. It's very rare for me to cry outright. I suspect mostly because as a kid I was punished for crying by my parents.
And yet for some reason why I was in this state I suddenly wanted to cry. But, again, it was an odd combination of behaviour and feelings. Because unlike most of the time I wasn't feeling that heavy misery and emptiness that I normally feel. I was feeling more okay than before and yet I came closer to crying than I have in many days or weeks. I think what I felt was just sadness at that point. And I think that's what made me want to cry. And when I say sadness I don't mean the dreary misery that comes with depression. I mean regular sadness. Although it could've also been the feeling better itself that made me cry. I honestly don't know, which should give you some idea of how confusing this state was.
I wanted to live more than I've wanted to live in months in this moment. And I didn't want to die anymore at all. It was like the complete opposite of what I felt the day before that, where I finally felt sure that I was ready to end it and could start planning in detail.
I felt optimism. Though tempered by the rational realization of how irreperably fucked up my life is.
It has been a really, really weird experience. And it shook me. And I have no idea where it came from.
It's also worth noting that I don't take any anti-depressants. So it wasn't medication kicking in or anything like that. All I take are vitamin D supplements and I took an ibuprofen for my headache yesterday morning, I think. And two days ago I was self-medicating with some vodka. But that's it.
I'm really confused and I don't know what to think of it or what to do with it. I don't think I have the mental energy to actually follow my optimistic impulses though.
Edit: I'm still experiencing some of it right now. Though less extreme than before. I feel an odd... happiness and optimism out of nowhere. But it feels really uncomfortable because it doesn't fit at all with my situation or what I know about it. And I still don't have the mental energy to act on it. It's really, really weird.
For some context: I've been struggling with social anxiety, failure anxiety and depression on and off for over 10 years now. I'm currently in my worst and heaviest depression yet and my life has completely fallen apart. Some events two days ago made me finally decide yesterday that I'm going to start planning in detail how to end it. And right before going to sleep yesterday I was actually writing some notes on what I want to put in my suicide letter (I won't say note cuz it'll be long).
And then this morning when I woke up... I mentally didn't feel miserable. I wouldn't describe it as happiness. It wasn't that powerful. But it was almost a purely emotional sense of feeling okay and stable.
It felt in some way good, but in another way I felt really uncomfortable. It felt kind of like breaking out in laughter at a funeral. The way I felt didn't feel like it fit my situation or my thoughts at all. I started thinking again about how bad my situation was in detail but for some inexplicable reason it emotionally didn't bother me.
I even started thinking about maybe I should put in some more effort and I can turn things around for myself and make my life better. Though even in this odd state when I started thinking about that I still instantly felt that I didn't have the motivational energy to climb that mountain.
There was something else weird about it too... I'm not a big crier. I don't cry a lot, even when I want to cry. And when I do cry, I usually cry only a few tears. It's very rare for me to cry outright. I suspect mostly because as a kid I was punished for crying by my parents.
And yet for some reason why I was in this state I suddenly wanted to cry. But, again, it was an odd combination of behaviour and feelings. Because unlike most of the time I wasn't feeling that heavy misery and emptiness that I normally feel. I was feeling more okay than before and yet I came closer to crying than I have in many days or weeks. I think what I felt was just sadness at that point. And I think that's what made me want to cry. And when I say sadness I don't mean the dreary misery that comes with depression. I mean regular sadness. Although it could've also been the feeling better itself that made me cry. I honestly don't know, which should give you some idea of how confusing this state was.
I wanted to live more than I've wanted to live in months in this moment. And I didn't want to die anymore at all. It was like the complete opposite of what I felt the day before that, where I finally felt sure that I was ready to end it and could start planning in detail.
I felt optimism. Though tempered by the rational realization of how irreperably fucked up my life is.
It has been a really, really weird experience. And it shook me. And I have no idea where it came from.
It's also worth noting that I don't take any anti-depressants. So it wasn't medication kicking in or anything like that. All I take are vitamin D supplements and I took an ibuprofen for my headache yesterday morning, I think. And two days ago I was self-medicating with some vodka. But that's it.
I'm really confused and I don't know what to think of it or what to do with it. I don't think I have the mental energy to actually follow my optimistic impulses though.
Edit: I'm still experiencing some of it right now. Though less extreme than before. I feel an odd... happiness and optimism out of nowhere. But it feels really uncomfortable because it doesn't fit at all with my situation or what I know about it. And I still don't have the mental energy to act on it. It's really, really weird.
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