Originally Posted by MidnightRambler (Post 2125487)

That's not a joke, they've tried to get me to burn down my house and kill myself for years. It started in Upstate NY circa 2011 when they were telling everyone who lived around me to stare at me and then tried to make me fxck the chunky Puerto Rican girl who lived in the next unit over while my fat pig slob of an ex was watching some animu that had the lyrics "don't scary" in the title sequence and shoving poptarts into her gaping maw.

I didn't go through with that and I took off to the streets of Elmira, the social worker supposedly found me on the campus of Elmira college naked and covered in my own blood (It was like 40-something degrees outside) with broken glass stuck to my chest, but I think they made up that part to hide the fact that the Chinese Communist Party did in fact have their assets watching me from across the street, flashing lights at me in Morse code to try and get me to turn the Firebird into an AnFo bomb.


I was in the tard hatch for two months until my mom and sister came up from Florida to get me.

Originally Posted by Lucem Ferre (Post 2125490)

Why didn't you just **** the chunky Puerto Rican girl?

Originally Posted by MidnightRambler (Post 2125487)

That's not a joke, they've tried to get me to burn down my house and kill myself for years. It started in Upstate NY circa 2011 when they were telling everyone who lived around me to stare at me and then tried to make me fxck the chunky Puerto Rican girl who lived in the next unit over while my fat pig slob of an ex was watching some animu that had the lyrics "don't scary" in the title sequence and shoving poptarts into her gaping maw.

I didn't go through with that and I took off to the streets of Elmira, the social worker supposedly found me on the campus of Elmira college naked and covered in my own blood (It was like 40-something degrees outside) with broken glass stuck to my chest, but I think they made up that part to hide the fact that the Chinese Communist Party did in fact have their assets watching me from across the street, flashing lights at me in Morse code to try and get me to turn the Firebird into an AnFo bomb.


I was in the tard hatch for two months until my mom and sister came up from Florida to get me.

Originally Posted by Exo (Post 2127339)

My depression is back.

Hard.

I've been on 150mg of Wellbutrin for just under a month and I'm upping it to 300mg. The last few days have been...awful. Just numb to the world. Pit of dark despair nothingness in my brain. Work is not helping. Hopefully this is temporary. Hopefully the meds help.

If I'm a bit absent, this is why. I have been for weeks.

Originally Posted by Marie Monday (Post 2127341)

Oh no, that's horrible. Thank you for telling this and please do stay in touch, I know that can be difficult. Can/do you get help apart from medicines?

Originally Posted by Exo (Post 2127339)

My depression is back.

Hard.

I've been on 150mg of Wellbutrin for just under a month and I'm upping it to 300mg. The last few days have been...awful. Just numb to the world. Pit of dark despair nothingness in my brain. Work is not helping. Hopefully this is temporary. Hopefully the meds help.

If I'm a bit absent, this is why. I have been for weeks.

Originally Posted by SoundgardenRocks (Post 2127344)

I'm sorry to hear that Exo, that sucks. I've had friends and close family that have gone through this kind of stuff. Is the depression coupled with anxiety?

Someone very close to me has taken similar medications in the past and has claimed they have induced this numbing feeling you're referring to. They told me it made them feel like a robot and made a lot of simple joys very fleeting, despite the fact that it did address the depression.

I don't want to pry into your life, but if there are underlying events that are overwhelming you, therapy can sometimes help (depending on the situation). Problem of course though, is that it isn't cheap.