I go for a 5 mile walk every day that isn't raining or horribly overcast (because bugs will try to eat me alive.)Tldw take a walk in that park next to your apartment every day?
Then change ffsI go for a 5 mile walk every day that isn't raining or horribly overcast (because bugs will try to eat me alive.)
I have a reasonably well kept 2 acre lawn, with various invasive plants kept at bay, and work around 52-60 hours a week.
I don't have any physiological symptoms of depression; I am never sick, rarely tired (despite working second/third shift) and generally get very good sleep aside unless I haven't got any fresh air/sunlight a few days in a row.
I'm coming to the conclusion that I'm not actually depressed, that I'm just sad and miserable. And that's ultimately harder to deal with, it's not some problem with some neurotransmitters, it's a problem with my actual life.
^ needs dickI go for a 5 mile walk every day that isn't raining or horribly overcast (because bugs will try to eat me alive.)
I have a reasonably well kept 2 acre lawn, with various invasive plants kept at bay, and work around 52-60 hours a week.
I don't have any physiological symptoms of depression; I am never sick, rarely tired (despite working second/third shift) and generally get very good sleep aside unless I haven't got any fresh air/sunlight a few days in a row.
I'm coming to the conclusion that I'm not actually depressed, that I'm just sad and miserable. And that's ultimately harder to deal with, it's not some problem with some neurotransmitters, it's a problem with my actual life.
I don't know what I'm supposed to change it to.Then change ffs
^ needs dick
That ain't it. I find just the very smell of men to be absolutely revolting, near vomit-inducing. When I tell this to straight women they can't imagine what I'm talking about.Yeah Mist you just need some nut. You may not think you enjoy it but it's what your body is telling you.
Your mood will change when you notice the baby bump in the mirror.
I don't know what I'm supposed to change it to.
My parents were not good models for pursuing happiness. My mom was sick all the time and just trying to survive being sick and poor, and my stepfather was more fatalistic and miserable than I am.
That ain't it. I find just the very smell of men to be absolutely revolting, near vomit-inducing. When I tell this to straight women they can't imagine what I'm talking about.
Also, you guys can joke all you want. I was never going to be able to have kids. My mom had a bunch of surgeries to fix her insides enough to get pregnant, had a really fucked up first pregnancy attempt that nearly killed her, and then barely had me. And she didn't have 6 hick girls play hopscotch on her intestines for 20 minutes straight on the playground like I did. I don't even want to know what my insides look like, it's one of the main reasons I've never seen a doctor in adulthood.
That ain't it. I find just the very smell of men to be absolutely revolting, near vomit-inducing. When I tell this to straight women they can't imagine what I'm talking about.
Also, you guys can joke all you want. I was never going to be able to have kids. My mom had a bunch of surgeries to fix her insides enough to get pregnant, had a really fucked up first pregnancy attempt that nearly killed her, and then barely had me. And she didn't have 6 hick girls play hopscotch on her intestines for 20 minutes straight on the playground like I did. I don't even want to know what my insides look like, it's one of the main reasons I've never seen a doctor in adulthood.
@a_skeleton_02 won't mind if you vomit.That ain't it. I find just the very smell of men to be absolutely revolting, near vomit-inducing.