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Oh no! Empathy for your losses.
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That's awful. I'm so sorry.Originally Posted by richardp
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@richardp That's gut wrenching. I am so sorry for your losses.
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@richardp , I am so, so sorry man. That's too much for someone, and I'm sending you lots of love.
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Pet losses are tough. They’re family. I’ve been there an unfortunate number of times. We don’t get along but I’m genuinely sorry for your losses.
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Thanks man, I do appreciate it. Thanks to everyone. Yesterday was the worst day of my life. I blacked out crying myself to sleep and woke up a few hours later with my pillow being completely soaked through to the mattress. I have experienced plenty of loss in my life, but absolutely nothing comes remotely close to how painful this is.
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@richardp I'm so sorryIt is the worst
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yesterday i did the evaluation for ADHD and im pretty sure i passed. or failed. either way it took a long time to get there so i guess the two weeks i have to wait for the results is fine.
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I've been making sense of my mental health for the predominance of my twenties, which have been chaotic and intense.
I've been recently diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder, after several hospitalizations, years of therapy, and trying to find homeostasis in it. Factor in PTSD into it, and crap. It's been overwhelming and I'm trying to stay sober ( because that plays a part). So far I've been recovering.
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I had my first panic attack at pre-school: even at 4 years old, I knew there was a stigma for what I was feeling so I hid it by going to the restroom until it passed. It's interesting how you become a good liar when you suffer in silence: As I got older, I developed many alibis to get out of a stituation that caused panic. Consequently, my mental health issues started to manifest in random physical ailments due to the stress of hiding my untreated malady. It wasn't until my late-30s that I finally sought professional treatment for PTSD, clinical depression and an anxiety disorder. Once I got my meds right, coupled with therapy, my quality of life greatly improved. The sad irony is, even as I made these positive gains, my greatest fear came true: The stigma of merely getting treatment led my supervisor to fire me. What resulted was a 4-year wrongful termination suit. I eventually "won" but it was a pyrrhic victory: during those 4 years, my professional reputation was destroyed. The settlement money only lasted a couple of years, after all my debt was paid. In the end, I spent my 40s housing insecure: From couch surfing, to entering unhealthy relationships simply to have a roof over my head. Toward the end, after sleeping in my car and showering at a local gym, I swallowed my pride and returned to live in my parents' house. I should have asked for help sooner, however, being off my meds, coupled with anxiety and shame, led to bad decisions. It took me a decade to get back on my feet and I am happy to report I've just celebrated my 4th anniversary at a job I love and finally feel like I'm building a solid future for myself. These days I've had to work at IDK learning how to be happy/content/feeling safe? After a decade of living in constant fear and lacking purpose, I am definitely changed (some for the better, some not so much). I'm just working on extracting what lessons I can while letting go of any bitterness. Thanks to the tools I learned, I've gotten better at stopping my "disaster thought" before I spiraled into a full panic attack. Anyway, one thing that got me through some of the toughest times were places like ETS where I could just chat about music, etc., and often found respite in those late-night discussions.
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