mi brets r relli small, dnt thnik i cna get canser in them
InaneAnomaly Posted:
*yawn*
So because you had panic attacks and no one was there to tell you to GET THE **** OVER IT ****, you turned into someone who sits around doing **** all allday?
I do alot around the house to keep it in order, as do the various other people who live here and also work. I also go out to work in evenings. I hate what I do, and it makes me need to take even more pills just to drag myself out of the house, but I do it.
Seriously, just because something makes you a bit down, doesnt mean you can just give up on doing it. Get the **** out of your house and live in the real world.
OH GOD WHAT THE **** IS THAT MY HEAD JUST GOT DECAPITATED
InaneAnomaly Posted:
Panics attacks and depression
Hey, I get those too. Had ‘em pretty freaking bad last semester. The whole feeling of the world crashing down like you’re gonna have a stroke or your breathing will stop altogether ain’t too pleasant, especially when your muscles which are already screwed to hell get even more screwed and make movement difficult, among other things like every nerve in your body feeling like it’s on fire.
Do you know how I fixed the problem?
I got into an exercise routine. And a job. Went out and was more social. Never took anti-depressants nor did I want to. I can tell you that as an expert sitter-around-the-houser that it does absolutely jack all for either your physical or psychological wellbeing. Strop it.
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So because you had panic attacks and no one was there to tell you to GET THE **** OVER IT ****, you turned into someone who sits around doing **** all allday?
I do alot around the house to keep it in order, as do the various other people who live here and also work. I also go out to work in evenings. I hate what I do, and it makes me need to take even more pills just to drag myself out of the house, but I do it.
Seriously, just because something makes you a bit down, doesnt mean you can just give up on doing it. “Get the **** out of your house and live in the real world.”
If you seriously believe this then you’re unbelievably stupid. You obviously have no understanding of mental disorders whatsoever. I don’t care how drugged up you are. In fact, being on so many ****ing drugs is probably the only reason YOU function as a normal human being, and to be honest, I’d rather be a mental case who can’t ever leave the house than drugged up to my ****ing gills just to be able to call myself “normal.”
First off, I had plenty of people telling me to “get the **** over it” and I tried, and tried, and am still trying to deal with it. IT’S NOT A ****ING COLD. I CAN’T SHRUG IT OFF AND KEEP GOING UNTIL I’M HEALTHY AGAIN. IT’S THERE FOREVER.
You can’t just “get the **** over it” – and if you’re going to respond, you should at least have the common sense to read everything I said as I happened to mention even when I try my hardest to “get the **** over it” I can’t, I get ****ing diarrhoea and have to sit on a ****ing toilet for ****ing hours in pain you stupid woman's genitals. How exactly could I continue to live a normal life with that going on, hmm?
Even when I take ****ing drugs to stop it, that’s just for a little while. The next time I go out it’ll be the same. And the next time. And the next time. I’m not going to live my life drugged up on Imodium and ****ing stopped up so much I can’t even **** just to call myself “normal.”
And it doesn’t make me “a bit down”, okay? It’s not the blues, it’s a mental illness. It’s a flaw in my brain. As I said I have tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, but I can’t rewire my ****ing brain. I am physically incapable of living a “normal” life. It doesn’t work, at least not at the moment. As I mentioned, perhaps one day I’ll be in a position to “get the **** out of [my] house and live in the real world” but right now, I CAN’T.
So, **** YOU. Believe what you want to believe and judge me all you ****ing want. Your opinion is worth nothing, really, because you’ve proven several times over that you’re absolutely, com-****ing-pletely ignorant.
TL;DR: TOO ****ING BAD. READ IT ANYWAY AND PROVE THAT YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT THIS YOU’LL GO THROUGH HUNDREDS OF WALLS OF TEXT JUST TO INSULT ME AGAIN LIKE THE PATHETIC Sgreat times-SUCKING ****WIT YOU ARE, BECAUSE YOU REALLY HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE WHICH IS SUPPOSEDLY OH SO FULL THINGS TO KEEP YOU BUSY.
Hey, I get those too. Had ‘em pretty freaking bad last semester. The whole feeling of the world crashing down like you’re gonna have a stroke or your breathing will stop altogether ain’t too pleasant, especially when your muscles which are already screwed to hell get even more screwed and make movement difficult, among other things like every nerve in your body feeling like it’s on fire.
Do you know how I fixed the problem?
I got into an exercise routine. And a job. Went out and was more social. Never took anti-depressants nor did I want to. I can tell you that as an expert sitter-around-the-houser that it does absolutely jack all for either your physical or psychological wellbeing. Strop it.
Also being able to laugh at silly stuff and relax helps a lot. Log in to see images!
You’re right, and I am indeed trying to get into a good exercise routine and slowly socialise more and more. I know if I just throw myself into the deep end it’ll just do me more harm than good, but like I said before, it’s just baby steps at the moment. Eventually I’ll be able to cope a lot better with things and go out more, and doing that will help me to continue to get better at doing so.
Right now I’m just trying to relax and enjoy not having to do too much for a while, and spend time with my family. In a couple years my sister’s going to be going off and getting a job and things, and at the moment it’s more important to me to spend time with her than work on my own problems. Once she’s off on her own in the world and I don’t have much to do I’ll start work on myself.
And I’m always open to laughing at silly things. And myself. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t have lol’d at the vast majority of bumburger comments in this thread, and would’ve instead just ****ed at absolutely everyone who addressed the subject negatively and then cried in a corner.
I just hate ignorant people telling me to just rub some dirt on it and walk it off. I don’t mind good advice like you’ve given me, but retards pretending like they know what’s best for me and barking out orders just ****es me off. I know myself, what I can take and what I need to do. It’s just a slow process is all.
If you seriously believe this then you’re unbelievably stupid. You obviously have no understanding of mental disorders whatsoever. I don’t care how drugged up you are. In fact, being on so many ****ing drugs is probably the only reason YOU function as a normal human being, and to be honest, I’d rather be a mental case who can’t ever leave the house than drugged up to my ****ing gills just to be able to call myself “normal.”
First off, I had plenty of people telling me to “get the **** over it” and I tried, and tried, and am still trying to deal with it. IT’S NOT A ****ING COLD. I CAN’T SHRUG IT OFF AND KEEP GOING UNTIL I’M HEALTHY AGAIN. IT’S THERE FOREVER.
You can’t just “get the **** over it” – and if you’re going to respond, you should at least have the common sense to read everything I said as I happened to mention even when I try my hardest to “get the **** over it” I can’t, I get ****ing diarrhoea and have to sit on a ****ing toilet for ****ing hours in pain you stupid woman's genitals. How exactly could I continue to live a normal life with that going on, hmm?
Even when I take ****ing drugs to stop it, that’s just for a little while. The next time I go out it’ll be the same. And the next time. And the next time. I’m not going to live my life drugged up on Imodium and ****ing stopped up so much I can’t even **** just to call myself “normal.”
And it doesn’t make me “a bit down”, okay? It’s not the blues, it’s a mental illness. It’s a flaw in my brain. As I said I have tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, but I can’t rewire my ****ing brain. I am physically incapable of living a “normal” life. It doesn’t work, at least not at the moment. As I mentioned, perhaps one day I’ll be in a position to “get the **** out of [my] house and live in the real world” but right now, I CAN’T.
So, **** YOU. Believe what you want to believe and judge me all you ****ing want. Your opinion is worth nothing, really, because you’ve proven several times over that you’re absolutely, com-****ing-pletely ignorant.
TL;DR: TOO ****ING BAD. READ IT ANYWAY AND PROVE THAT YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT THIS YOU’LL GO THROUGH HUNDREDS OF WALLS OF TEXT JUST TO INSULT ME AGAIN LIKE THE PATHETIC Sgreat times-SUCKING ****WIT YOU ARE, BECAUSE YOU REALLY HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE WHICH IS SUPPOSEDLY OH SO FULL THINGS TO KEEP YOU BUSY.
No, I can’t go out and get a job because I suffer from panic attacks when I leave the house. When I was twelve I had a nervous breakdown in school and haven’t returned to “normal” society since.
And it’s not just a case of dealing with the stress. I’m already on medication and have tried various other ways of dealing with my anxiety problems, but they’re just too bad.
I get physical manifestations of my stress no matter how hard I try. I can feel perfectly fine with a situation, and yet for some reason obviously my brain doesn’t agree, and since I happen to have a bowel disorder too – which makes my gut a weak point – I get bad stomach cramps and end up having to sit on the ****ing bog for hours at a time having wave after wave of excruciating pain. Either that or I end up with a migraine that lasts for days, and practically incapacitates me, as I can’t leave my bedroom, locked in the ****ing dark because my head hurts so much. I ****ing dread to think what it’d be like if I actually felt stressed out too.
Even if I wanted to get a job – which at times I do, because it would be nice to experience having a job and the value of money that you’ve really earned – I can’t. Maybe one day when I’m older I’ll be comfortable enough with it. For now, it’s baby steps.
And I need to be on benefits otherwise my family and I wouldn’t be able to get along in life. Especially with this ****ing recession coming up. I get more than other people because I’ve been on them a long time, and it’s not a condition that can ever be healed.
It would be wonderful to be “normal”, and yes, many times I’ve gotten depressed about it, but the only thing I can do is look on the bright side of things, and that is the fact that I’m lucky enough to not have to force myself to do things I’m extremely uncomfortable with day in and day out just to survive. I do not take it for granted, and it’s not like I’m not trying to get to a point where I can someday work like most lazy bastards on the ****ing dole.
Forgive me for trying to embrace the good things in my life so I don’t spiral into depression.
TL;DR: No, I can’t get a job, even if I wanted to. I’m not lazy as I do a lot of work around the house to keep it in order due to my mother being ill. And you obviously didn’t understand what I meant when I mentioned being female. I meant that if it’s just about getting laid, I’m pretty sure a guy doesn’t give two ****s if a girl has a job; he cares if she’s a good lay. And as for guys who would care, the right one would understand my situation.
So, **** YOU – you don’t know nor can you begin to understand my situation. So shut your ****ing mouth and think before making bumumptions next time, you haughty woman's genitals.
I SHOULD POST MORE BUT I DON'T BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL REALLY LAME
InaneAnomaly Posted:
No, I can’t go out and get a job because I suffer from panic attacks when I leave the house. When I was twelve I had a nervous breakdown in school and haven’t returned to “normal” society since.
And it’s not just a case of dealing with the stress. I’m already on medication and have tried various other ways of dealing with my anxiety problems, but they’re just too bad.
I get physical manifestations of my stress no matter how hard I try. I can feel perfectly fine with a situation, and yet for some reason obviously my brain doesn’t agree, and since I happen to have a bowel disorder too – which makes my gut a weak point – I get bad stomach cramps and end up having to sit on the ****ing bog for hours at a time having wave after wave of excruciating pain. Either that or I end up with a migraine that lasts for days, and practically incapacitates me, as I can’t leave my bedroom, locked in the ****ing dark because my head hurts so much. I ****ing dread to think what it’d be like if I actually felt stressed out too.
Even if I wanted to get a job – which at times I do, because it would be nice to experience having a job and the value of money that you’ve really earned – I can’t. Maybe one day when I’m older I’ll be comfortable enough with it. For now, it’s baby steps.
And I need to be on benefits otherwise my family and I wouldn’t be able to get along in life. Especially with this ****ing recession coming up. I get more than other people because I’ve been on them a long time, and it’s not a condition that can ever be healed.
It would be wonderful to be “normal”, and yes, many times I’ve gotten depressed about it, but the only thing I can do is look on the bright side of things, and that is the fact that I’m lucky enough to not have to force myself to do things I’m extremely uncomfortable with day in and day out just to survive. I do not take it for granted, and it’s not like I’m not trying to get to a point where I can someday work like most lazy bastards on the ****ing dole.
Forgive me for trying to embrace the good things in my life so I don’t spiral into depression.
TL;DR: No, I can’t get a job, even if I wanted to. I’m not lazy as I do a lot of work around the house to keep it in order due to my mother being ill. And you obviously didn’t understand what I meant when I mentioned being female. I meant that if it’s just about getting laid, I’m pretty sure a guy doesn’t give two ****s if a girl has a job; he cares if she’s a good lay. And as for guys who would care, the right one would understand my situation.
So, **** YOU – you don’t know nor can you begin to understand my situation. So shut your ****ing mouth and think before making bumumptions next time, you haughty woman's genitals.
InaneAnomaly Posted:
If you seriously believe this then you’re unbelievably stupid. You obviously have no understanding of mental disorders whatsoever. I don’t care how drugged up you are. In fact, being on so many ****ing drugs is probably the only reason YOU function as a normal human being, and to be honest, I’d rather be a mental case who can’t ever leave the house than drugged up to my ****ing gills just to be able to call myself “normal.”
First off, I had plenty of people telling me to “get the **** over it” and I tried, and tried, and am still trying to deal with it. IT’S NOT A ****ING COLD. I CAN’T SHRUG IT OFF AND KEEP GOING UNTIL I’M HEALTHY AGAIN. IT’S THERE FOREVER.
You can’t just “get the **** over it” – and if you’re going to respond, you should at least have the common sense to read everything I said as I happened to mention even when I try my hardest to “get the **** over it” I can’t, I get ****ing diarrhoea and have to sit on a ****ing toilet for ****ing hours in pain you stupid woman's genitals. How exactly could I continue to live a normal life with that going on, hmm?
Even when I take ****ing drugs to stop it, that’s just for a little while. The next time I go out it’ll be the same. And the next time. And the next time. I’m not going to live my life drugged up on Imodium and ****ing stopped up so much I can’t even **** just to call myself “normal.”
And it doesn’t make me “a bit down”, okay? It’s not the blues, it’s a mental illness. It’s a flaw in my brain. As I said I have tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, but I can’t rewire my ****ing brain. I am physically incapable of living a “normal” life. It doesn’t work, at least not at the moment. As I mentioned, perhaps one day I’ll be in a position to “get the **** out of [my] house and live in the real world” but right now, I CAN’T.
So, **** YOU. Believe what you want to believe and judge me all you ****ing want. Your opinion is worth nothing, really, because you’ve proven several times over that you’re absolutely, com-****ing-pletely ignorant.
TL;DR: TOO ****ING BAD. READ IT ANYWAY AND PROVE THAT YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT THIS YOU’LL GO THROUGH HUNDREDS OF WALLS OF TEXT JUST TO INSULT ME AGAIN LIKE THE PATHETIC Sgreat times-SUCKING ****WIT YOU ARE, BECAUSE YOU REALLY HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE WHICH IS SUPPOSEDLY OH SO FULL THINGS TO KEEP YOU BUSY.
InaneAnomaly Posted:
You’re right, and I am indeed trying to get into a good exercise routine and slowly socialise more and more. I know if I just throw myself into the deep end it’ll just do me more harm than good, but like I said before, it’s just baby steps at the moment. Eventually I’ll be able to cope a lot better with things and go out more, and doing that will help me to continue to get better at doing so.
Right now I’m just trying to relax and enjoy not having to do too much for a while, and spend time with my family. In a couple years my sister’s going to be going off and getting a job and things, and at the moment it’s more important to me to spend time with her than work on my own problems. Once she’s off on her own in the world and I don’t have much to do I’ll start work on myself.
And I’m always open to laughing at silly things. And myself. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t have lol’d at the vast majority of bumburger comments in this thread, and would’ve instead just ****ed at absolutely everyone who addressed the subject negatively and then cried in a corner.
I just hate ignorant people telling me to just rub some dirt on it and walk it off. I don’t mind good advice like you’ve given me, but retards pretending like they know what’s best for me and barking out orders just ****es me off. I know myself, what I can take and what I need to do. It’s just a slow process is all.
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ahahaha oh my god i cant wait until you kill yourself because you have no friends
I SHOULD POST MORE BUT I DON'T BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL REALLY LAME
you know if i had my way the dregs of society like you wouldn’t get any help from the good folk, they’d just have to either man up like everyone or wither away
I SHOULD POST MORE BUT I DON'T BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL REALLY LAME
you know sometimes when i encountered a strange situation i would panic a little too but i never used a normal feeling everyone experiences as an excuse for being lazy
klan **** you will never be respected either in fwz or in real life
