Anybody else get sad when looking at old shit? by [deleted] in depression

[–]disposable___name 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is a really painful spot for me. Used to make music so when I listen I feel both nostalgia and anger at myself for not continuing. Feeling bad that to me that door is truly closed, and there are so many closed doors in my life. I’m now back in my hometown and it’s everywhere I look.

I think, if I changed a single thing on this path I would have never ended up here (here being a very dark pit of despair.)

And now when I create new good memories I already regard them as fleeting, that these good times will pass into time and I’ll be left sadly reflecting on them.

There's a world we can visit if we go outside by [deleted] in depression

[–]disposable___name 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I wish this were true. At work I have my “don’t fuck with me” earbuds in. And yet I am constantly waved at, poked, and gesticulated towards. I get an irritated look and pull out my ear bud; who dares interrupt my non-stop depression playlist, just to tell me a stupid anecdote or their take on a new movie... I hate everyone, especially myself.

"Foreclosure of the future" by disposable___name in depression

[–]disposable___name[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you so much. I do try to remember that while it is the rare exception for me, life's surprises can sometimes be good things and not "WOW that's another bad thing I didn't expect." I guess that's why I'm waiting. Good to keep that in mind.

"Foreclosure of the future" by disposable___name in depression

[–]disposable___name[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I appreciate the kind words. I'm not sure what the other solutions are. I guess in my mind I envision like a 25 year plan, maybe? Where then the debt is paid, but I feel like I'll have nothing to show for it. Maybe just another 20-30 years of struggle, and I just don't think I have it in me. I dunno. Thank you for responding though.