I have suffered with depression and OCD for about 7 year now. My quality of life isn't very good. I constantly worry about everything and I mean everything. I find myself asking myself "what's the point?" quite often the past few year. Does anyone else ever think this?
When Brendan Rodgers said he thought Liverpool could finish second I didn't realise he meant in every game.
Wrong county :wink: and the thought of being a liverpool fan turns my stomach, horrible fucking club and fans.
There real question here is, Whats the point in worrying so much? Let go mate, your problems, like my problems and everyone elses problems are so insignificant that in the grand scheme of things, they dont really matter. Or to quote the great Tyler Durden
maybe this is just a bash thread, if so sorry for bucking the trend. but yea mate, its normal to feel that way. Some folks get it more often than others, doesnt mean anyone is more normal than the other, just all of us being different.
Yeah, but theres no answer. So I do whatever the fuck I want and when people disagree I tell them to go chug some piss.
Fuck Tyler Durden. He hasn't seen my khakis. They're stylin'. Seriously. TS: get some professional help. Pursue something that entralls you and you'll look forward to every new day.
Listen bro. I know it sucks to be a Scouser but you have to get over the fact that you are actually a Scouser. You have it better than a lot of other people. Seek help don't let the small shit bother you. There is so much stuff out if your control. Let things go. I know it's hard with OCD, my wife suffers from it and I know how it can be. I constantly remind her that something's are way beyond our control.
Don't think so much...if your lucky you will think and think "WHAT'S THE POINT, WHATS GOING ON, ETC....then one day you will realize the pointless nature of your question and thinking. You will then come to the conclusion that the point is to have a good life, be a good person, and help as many people as you can.
Yes, but i appreciate life. So indulge in things and try to enjoy my life. I try to enjoy food, women, sights, experiences... Do it, stop being lazy and do interesting stuff.
I have the same thing TS.I like lifting weights so i go to the gym.Either bulking/cutting at any point.It keeps me motivated and going. Try to find something you like and immerse yourself in it. But i feel you.Sometimes it will hit me suddenly leaving me just dying or rather on the verge of death.Just a husk,utterly dried and dead inside with no warmth just empty.I know that feeling all too well.Can never fucking say when this happens but when it does all reason goes out the window and the wtf is this shit comes into question. We're going to die anyway so why not just die now?Stuff like that.I also push away family/friends when i get depressed and become an evil angry motherfucker that mean mugs even the dogs on the street.
