OmgDudeWhatNoWay
Member
- May 27, 2019
- 81
Hello everyone. Just a small introduction. I'm a 25 y/o male. Life's a b*tch, and then you die. The end.
It feels very strange to write here because I am usually an extremely reserved person. Writing on this forum feels as if it is to step beyond the bounds of my isolationist life and my reserved nature. The main driving force that I'm writing here is because there currently isn't a video game at this present moment that's fun/exciting enough to where I could indulge in for the purpose of escaping my depression. If the game is very stimulating and enjoyable, all traces of my depression goes away just like that. Videos games have always been my absolute #1 coping method.
I have been escaping life for so long by playing video games. My face is so dry that my skin is flaky around my eyes. There are some red irritation marks on my face. I have to apply chap-stick on my lips, including all the area beneath my nose to make it feel moisturized. If I had to guess, I've been having to constantly do this for about... man, like 8 or so years by now...? Having to type that number just now made me realize all the years I've wasted.
My depression kicked in when I was around 15 or 16. I have always been a crazily addicted gamer since I was born, so that has never changed, but I used to be a very happy kid, and I miss that feeling so much... My future, and everything in life became irrelevant after my depression. When you have that mindset... you start to live your life as such.
So, that's what I did. My life plan was to just game all the days and nights away, until there would eventually be a critical point in my life where I would feel forced by my parents to make a drastic change or serious consequences will happen. Then I would take my own life to avoid that serious consequence. Getting a job changed that from happening, even a simple part time job.
I currently have a part time job that's currently at about 12 hours or so a week, and my parents are just glad that I'm actually doing something productive. I'm not living in constant fear like I used to when I had absolutely no job a couple years ago. I need those short hours because those short hours are something that I can tolerate at a given time with the current state of my depression.
Still depressed and suicidal. I want to leave and die, but there is one thing preventing that, and holding my life to a tether. Music. It's probably the best thing I have of any value that could save me. Listening to the music that I create... I know that I have something unique, even to say so far as knowing that I can be someone incredible in life if I just continued down this path. It is because I owe it to the ridiculous amount of effort and time that I spend writing music, so much to the point where it's so draining. I literally only keep about 1% or 2% (estimating, but probably very accurate) of what I write; everything else gets archived somewhere or deleted. Absolutely every note has to have it's purpose in being there, and all collectively sound a specific way that fully resonates with me. To me, writing music is an extremely delicate process where it requires all your heart, and to be genuinely satisfied with the results.
I now understand the words of what Socrates meant, that the meaning of the unexamined life is not worth living. No life in this world has any value unless they have a purpose. Once they have a purpose, life then has value. But what makes that life worth living matters all on you...how content are you with your purpose? We're all depressed here. We all have the mindset of everything or almost everything in our lives is irrelevant because we are ready to die, nothing will matter anymore, so then we start to live our life as such...
The thing is... life has no value unless we have purpose. So because we feel that our current life is meaningless and has no value, why not just get ready to throw our life away by making sacrifices and gambling our life towards that purpose so that we have a chance to be happy. The sadder you are, and the more that you've lost, then the more daring that you can be, and the greater your chances of living a fulfilling life. If achieving happiness and purpose is worth dying for, won't that make life worth living for as well...?
It feels very strange to write here because I am usually an extremely reserved person. Writing on this forum feels as if it is to step beyond the bounds of my isolationist life and my reserved nature. The main driving force that I'm writing here is because there currently isn't a video game at this present moment that's fun/exciting enough to where I could indulge in for the purpose of escaping my depression. If the game is very stimulating and enjoyable, all traces of my depression goes away just like that. Videos games have always been my absolute #1 coping method.
I have been escaping life for so long by playing video games. My face is so dry that my skin is flaky around my eyes. There are some red irritation marks on my face. I have to apply chap-stick on my lips, including all the area beneath my nose to make it feel moisturized. If I had to guess, I've been having to constantly do this for about... man, like 8 or so years by now...? Having to type that number just now made me realize all the years I've wasted.
My depression kicked in when I was around 15 or 16. I have always been a crazily addicted gamer since I was born, so that has never changed, but I used to be a very happy kid, and I miss that feeling so much... My future, and everything in life became irrelevant after my depression. When you have that mindset... you start to live your life as such.
So, that's what I did. My life plan was to just game all the days and nights away, until there would eventually be a critical point in my life where I would feel forced by my parents to make a drastic change or serious consequences will happen. Then I would take my own life to avoid that serious consequence. Getting a job changed that from happening, even a simple part time job.
I currently have a part time job that's currently at about 12 hours or so a week, and my parents are just glad that I'm actually doing something productive. I'm not living in constant fear like I used to when I had absolutely no job a couple years ago. I need those short hours because those short hours are something that I can tolerate at a given time with the current state of my depression.
Still depressed and suicidal. I want to leave and die, but there is one thing preventing that, and holding my life to a tether. Music. It's probably the best thing I have of any value that could save me. Listening to the music that I create... I know that I have something unique, even to say so far as knowing that I can be someone incredible in life if I just continued down this path. It is because I owe it to the ridiculous amount of effort and time that I spend writing music, so much to the point where it's so draining. I literally only keep about 1% or 2% (estimating, but probably very accurate) of what I write; everything else gets archived somewhere or deleted. Absolutely every note has to have it's purpose in being there, and all collectively sound a specific way that fully resonates with me. To me, writing music is an extremely delicate process where it requires all your heart, and to be genuinely satisfied with the results.
I now understand the words of what Socrates meant, that the meaning of the unexamined life is not worth living. No life in this world has any value unless they have a purpose. Once they have a purpose, life then has value. But what makes that life worth living matters all on you...how content are you with your purpose? We're all depressed here. We all have the mindset of everything or almost everything in our lives is irrelevant because we are ready to die, nothing will matter anymore, so then we start to live our life as such...
The thing is... life has no value unless we have purpose. So because we feel that our current life is meaningless and has no value, why not just get ready to throw our life away by making sacrifices and gambling our life towards that purpose so that we have a chance to be happy. The sadder you are, and the more that you've lost, then the more daring that you can be, and the greater your chances of living a fulfilling life. If achieving happiness and purpose is worth dying for, won't that make life worth living for as well...?