Mental Health Thread • Page 414

I’ve had bad roommate experiences in the past to where I just rather live alone. I also don’t know anyone that I would want to live with or who would also need a roommate.

 

If I’m not moving in with a partner, I can’t imagine having a roommate again … but now I’m wondering re: the mental health aspect.

 

There are definitely pros and cons. I’m living at home right now but when I do move out, I’ll probably want at least one roommate to keep me from isolating as much when I’m depressed.

 

Totally relate to this. Very much feel like an old dog who can’t learn new tricks at this point, which stops me from trying new hobbies. For example, my friends want me to surf with them, but I’ve never done it before and I’m certain I’m going to suck at it and embarrass myself.

 

My cat really helps with the loneliness of living alone

 

I'm sure it would help me in some aspects but unless I'm dating someone I don't think I could ever have a roommate again. I think the cons would outweigh the pros.

 

Every male roommate I've had has left the place absolutely disgusting and unsanitary. I'm a very messy, cluttered person but I don't like... leave filth.

My first college suite regularly had puke on the floor of the bathroom, roommates played darts against the walls using scissors, drove a razor scooter through the wall, and broken ceiling tiles. Second college housing we ended the year unable to open our fridge because someone spilled yogurt, didn't clean it, and it became mold infested. It would make the entire living room reek if you opened it for 5 seconds. Just gross shit all around.

My friend also was huge into smash Bros melee tournaments and id regularly come downstairs to a living room you couldn't walk in because he'd have like 10 other guys who brought their own CRT TVs and just had them all over the floor lol. That was just funny though, not unsanitary.

 

That's college for ya

 

I had a college roommate that left period blood on the fucking toilet seat. Like how do you not see that when you get up to flush

 

Don’t really know where else to put this but not being able to leave the house without worrying about getting shot is really fucking sick

 

This is exactly what I came here to post.

 

I’m just simply not doing well. Sigh

 

Legitimately can't think of a reason why this world is worth it. These shootings have fucked me up so much. Humans are terrible, horrible creatures and reading people's responses on social media is making me nauseous. How can people be so against doing everything possible to make sure kids and innocent people aren't murdered?

I will never understand why this world exists like this. It's beyond cruel. I can't see myself being happy again. Truly.

 

The only response I have to that is just I try to never read comments anymore esp on things like X or a random news article. People who use the internet that way are truly going to post the worst stuff and not even true to who they are. The fact they can hide behind a avatar or a online persona is gross but I’m hoping a majority of trash comments aren’t legit so I don’t bother reading them or giving them any type of merit.

 

A perfect example is Nextdoor. I solely use it now for selling/getting rid of things. If I read any of the political posts from people who live around me I’ll never be able to go outside again.

 

My workplace is messing with my mental health. It’s a 15 person organization. Been here for almost a year and a half. In that time I’ve become the 4th tenured employee since everyone else either left or got fired.

They promoted me and I got a new boss. This new boss is something else. My job is to train and lead the team. She keeps undermining me and derailing any meetings. Some language she uses and how she acts is completely inappropriate.

yesterday she pulled me away while I was facilitating a training to have a meeting with her and our Operations Director. They asked me how I was feeling.

I was professionally honest and pointed out I was overwhelmed bc myself or the team cannot concentrate on our work due to meetings getting derailed or me feeling undermined and disrespected by my boss. Mentioned how it’s effecting my work, which then effects the teams work.

I gave 3 examples of this happening. One being how I was just pulled away from a training to have this impromptu meeting. Another example was during a virtual training I was facilitating my boss calls into the meeting to tell me to check my email at that moment to make sure I talk about something I was already going to talk about bc we had a briefing meeting before the training. 3rd example was something similar.

Others in the office expressed frustration with my boss too. This was my first time saying something the way I did and I still feel like nothing came from it.

Later that day my boss was very upset and annoyed. She was inappropriate during a staff meeting, then eventually grabbed her bags and walked out. I politely said goodbye and she ignored me.

It’s. Wild.

I have a job interview next week.

 

Wow yeah she sounds really unprofessional. Well maybe something will come of this now. With the walking out and the meeting with the operations manager present.

 

we will see what happens if anything. The company is in a very delicate spot right now with 6 new staff members. They basically tried to put stuff on me in that meeting, however my points and examples were very valid. Thankfully other people are seeing it too. “Leadership” did this to themselves. FYI, leadership is also under investigation by the board as 5 former employees reported stuff.

 

TLDR; I’m realizing I need help for my social anxiety.

I am so pro-getting help for your mental health and I think I realized today, I need to. This is a long one.

My social anxiety destroyed me today at my nephews first birthday party. They live a state away and I was the only family member on our side that could come. I took 5 days off for this. Didn’t need a hotel because she has a fully finished basement. Her boyfriend’s brother stayed last night in another room, but he brought his 2 GIANT fucking dogs and I don’t do well with dogs I don’t know. Nobody told me about the dogs. First strike.

The first thing that set the tone today was I had to take my niece shopping (which was totally fine), and she asked me to take her to help her Mom help set up and then I had to rush back to grab presents and change my clothes. I didn't have time to change because I HATE being late. I kicked the terrible habit of being late so this just made me want to cry when I was 15 mins late for a 2 hour party. And then they didn’t open the gifts there.

So at this party: her boyfriends brother, his girlfriend, their sister, and their mom’s boyfriend and then a bunch of my sisters friends/coworkers, me, my sister, the bf, and my niece(10). I don’t get to hold my nephew once, no pictures with him/me, my sister, my niece..NOTHING. He was with everyone else and I couldn’t even speak up. I shut down and went to the bathroom and cried. I felt like I couldn’t even be a functioning adult today.

This has happened in several other instances like when I was on vacation with a friend of ours getting married in the Dominican(my husband was in the wedding) and I only knew like 4 people. That week was really difficult.

I used to drink and I was WAY more social. I don’t now because of my kidney transplant. I wasn’t an alcoholic but I have found I struggle in social situations like today. It’s not like I want a drink, but I want to crawl the fuck out of my skin or go cry like I did today.

The worst part was as soon as I got to the car with my niece to go home, I instantly cried and had to explain to a 10 year old, in an appropriate manner that I was just having a tough minute but I’m okay. She got teary and that fucking broke me.

I need help.

 

Starting microdosing with mushrooms and it's seemingly helping me out a lot. Summer was just really bad because it was too hot and I was stuck inside all the time and it really got to me so the situation has definitely improved.

 

cw: suicidal thoughts

I think I have an anger issue. It's rarely if ever directed at anyone else, only myself. Like I have this bear trap full of of anxiety and anger and frustration and sadness in my chest and the moment I make a mistake, it's like sticking my foot in it. today was my one-year anniversary and I overheard someone near us talking about having COVID and made the mistake of telling my wife (contamination OCD) because it was worrying me, and it drove the entire day off the rails. just feel like crying and not being around anymore because all I do is fuck things up for other people and myself, even the important stuff.

 

You've always been a wonderful person on this site. As someone who thinks the exact same way and also has anger issues it can be really challenging to find ways to redirect that anger or find ways to tell yourself "I'm not a burden to others" but it does become easier with time. You were worried, that's a justified reason to be worried as well and I'm sure your wife did not think you did it maliciously or out of disrespect towards her.

As important as an anniversary is it's still just a day and you can celebrate that anytime. I hope you feel some relief and less weight on your shoulders tonight.

This community is here for you if you need anything.

 

I hope everyone posting in here is able to find some light in what looks to be some really challenging and trying situations. To echo @SpeckledSouls, this is a great community and we're all here.

Here's mine:

I've been toying with the idea of sobriety on/off now for about a year. I hate the lack of serotonin that I feel on a Sunday/Monday after a big Friday or Saturday night.

I hate that's it's costing me money I don't need to spend. I hate that I sleep through my 11-month old grizzling overnight and my wife carries the brunt of it when I've had a few. I hate how I feel on the mornings when that wonderful kid just wants to play and read a book and I'm struggling with a hangover.

I don't have social anxiety and don't need to drink to enjoy chatting with my friends and seeing a band play. I genuinely enjoy the taste of beer, and enjoy sitting in the sun with my friends on a nice day with a pint. I just struggle with moderation. Most of the time, it's none at all, or drunk as fuck.

I'm 33 and it's starting to have more flow on effects in my life than when I was partying in my 20's.

I either need to learn moderation, or remove it from my life for a while/permanently.

 

Extremely kind words and I appreciate them more than you know. Thank you for this y'all are the best people I know.

 

This has been my exact struggle as well. If you ever need someone to chat with or hold you accountable, we could definitely work together (obviously no pressure). My inbox is always open.