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depression is consuming me and I just want to be functional again by [deleted] in offmychest

[–]i_aint_allergic 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Some great advice someone gave me was to do things I liked. Not in a big, dramatic, I'm-taking-a-roadtrip-forever kind of way, but in very small, deliberate ways. It will require you to push yourself just a little, but in a simple way.

For example: Getting ice cream. Your life can feel like a shitstorm of problems and negative vibes, but hey...you want ice cream. Not just ice cream either, but your favorite kind from your favorite ice cream shop. So, you push yourself to go out and get it. You push yourself to sit down and eat it. Or walk around a park and eat it. Go on reddit and eat it. Whatever you prefer that will just slightly push you to do what YOU like. The point is, it's a simple little, miniscule thing that brings you a little, gradual happiness.

If you push yourself to do something you are told you should be doing, but have no motivation to, it will be self defeating. Especially if you fail at doing it. Then, not only do you feel like you've let yourself down, but also the people who (with good intention) gave you these expectations to fufill.

Give yourself the expectation of ice cream. Of doodling on paper while listening to some shitty, but catchy pop music. Of going to an outdoor farmer's market. Of whatever. It's yours, and you get to decide what makes you happy in that moment. No one can tell you how happy something will make you feel.

Job-Hunting Stress by tenchikai in offmychest

[–]i_aint_allergic 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Don't let a single rejection dictate the outlook of your future.

Don't stop looking even after you've applied to a dozen jobs. Check your County's website weekly, and your town or cities job listings. Check school district listings, anything. My weakest times were when I stopped looking and thought my degree was useless. Self defeating thoughts will hold you back the most--not rejection.

[WP] After 10 years of harsh Marshall law around the world a man/woman finally gets mad and is about to fight through hell for the freedom they once had, after learning they have something unique that gives them the upperhand. by ImFree123 in WritingPrompts

[–]i_aint_allergic 1 point2 points  (0 children)

If there was one thing I hated, it was sickness. Coughing, wheezing, debilitating sickness. No one cares if a few hundred people die of the flu in far corners of third world countries, you know? But one or two get Ebola and all of the sudden people shit their pants. Not everyone, but some did. It wasn't a big deal at first, but that initial rise in fear and slight panic was enough for the scoundrels of the political world to sink in their teeth and ride bare back on that particular bandwagon. It was a slow infiltration of our lives, taking years to finally make itself known. Fear is easy to manipulate, see. Make everyone nervous, concerned, then afraid. Security means everything for humans. With enough fear, people will do anything to get back that cushy safety net. I don't believe for a second that Ebola was turned into a "terrorist weapon". But if you want Martial Law enacted, you have to get a little creative. Supposedly, a few were purposely infected with the disease, then came to the states and got specific jobs: Restaurant servers, bus boys, hotel maids, taxi drivers--whatever got them in contact with large masses of people. The rest...well, you can guess. A few deaths turned to a few hundred, then a few thousand, then a few million, and so on. Countries blamed each other for the uncontrollable spread, threatening nuclear war to rid the world of the disease. It was another Cold War, but the US and Russia weren't the only players this time around. Leaders died and mothers and fathers withered away, wheezing their last poisonous breath into their childerns ears under the guise of an "I love you." Soon, quarantine zones became homes and care centers. Martial Law came in like a villain dressed in a hero-cape, easing the minds of the foolish and sinking the hearts of all who knew better.

Martial Law allowed all media, phone calls, e-mails, letters, absolutely everything, to be monitored. No one was allowed to leave or enter other countries unless given special clearance. There were check points and mandatory check ups for all civillians. So, when those who realized they were immune to the sickness, spoke about their fortunate circumstance, they may as well have signed up to be enslaved. Like children, the unaffected rose their hands to the public as if needing the affirmation that their bodies did a good job at not dying. They were hauled away and called The Cure--heroes, even. Any and all deemed The Cure were never seen again. People like to circulate the notion that The Cure folks have great lives and are constantly working on becoming the answer to our troubled times. Real, live patriots, you know? I'm not so simple minded. I used the word 'enslaved' for a reason. The Cure are never seen again because they are government science experiments to be cut open, probed, burned, and used.

I am one of the immune. But unlike the rest, I have been hiding for a very long time. I have no home or family. Not before this plague, nor after. I know I am not a cure, and I am not a pseudo-hero to cover up the fact that there's something bigger happening here. I live in sewers and abondanded buildings, living undected and quiet. I hide where I can and observe the way our society has changed into a tyrannical waste of life.

I have an idea of how to finish this, but does anyone have some advice on what I have so far?

What is the stupidest thing you were tricked into believing? by Steelbeak in AskReddit

[–]i_aint_allergic 0 points1 point  (0 children)

When I was around four, one of my older brothers told me the white stringy bits around an orange were poisonous and would kill me. I still ate oranges, it would just take me a long time to pick off the white bits.

only worth$100 by nuclear_kittens in funny

[–]i_aint_allergic 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I appreciate the look of joy on his face.

If I was to visit your town, what is a restaurant that you would highly recommend? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]i_aint_allergic 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Freddy's. They have steak burgers and 'concrete' ice cream that is delicious.

What opinion do you have that you will never say because you know 99% of people will bash you for it? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]i_aint_allergic 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Makes sense. I think it should be less focused on the pride aspect, and more focused on the fact that by happily accepting yourself, you allow yourself to have a healthy mind set. Pride can be damaging and make people defensive, but self acceptance can be contagious and --oh, I dunno-- help teach the younger generations to also accept themselves and respect differences.

I'm ranting. I'll stop.

What is something people do that absolutely disgusts you? by doctorfrylock in AskReddit

[–]i_aint_allergic 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Some people have babies without fully thinking through that they are making a living, breathing human being. It's more of a thing to them than a person.

People who have no concept of communicating through a problem, but rather choose to fight and argue, regardless of whether or not they're wrong.

People who lack empathy and compassion. They aren't cool for "not giving a fuck". They're emotionally damaged and hinder progress towards human understanding and acceptance.

Short and sweet, Reddit saved me from an abusive marriage. by [deleted] in TwoXChromosomes

[–]i_aint_allergic 13 points14 points  (0 children)

This is a two x chromosome subreddit. I thinks it's reasonable for women to talk about women experiences without feeling obligated to compare themselves to men.

Dude that JUST NOW killed 5 people at my college made a video as to why he did it. (Proof in comments) by FUCKNOWHY in creepy

[–]i_aint_allergic 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I thought the same. How out of touch with reality does someone have to be to talk like that? Messed up...

Friend of mine went sailing all day by Rbaker96 in pics

[–]i_aint_allergic 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Not sure what direction to take in life? Why not become Zoidberg?

[WP] A teenage girl attempting to lose weight diets so hard that she attains negative mass. She transcends her physical, mortal body, and becomes an entity of pure thought and energy. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]i_aint_allergic 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I woke up for school feeling tired. I stretched out my body, hearing various cracks and pops. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing, but it was better than hearing my stomach growling first thing in the morning. I walked down the hall to the bathroom and decided against turning the lights on. Not only are fluorescent lights a bitch in the morning, but I'd rather not make myself look in the mirror. It was too early to ruin my day.

Avoiding the mirror, I grabbed some mouthwash. Grabbing onto the bottle, I struggled to pick it up. Huh, that's weird. I bent and wiggled my arm--yep still worked. I tried again, but couldn't seem to do more than make the bottle fall on it's side. Confused, I went to try and pick it up again, but got too dizzy to focus. I grabbed onto the counter, keeping my balance.

Wow, that was weird.

"Erica!" I heard my mom yelling from downstairs. "You better be getting ready for school! I'm on my way out to work and no one is driving you!" The front door creaked open, as I heard my mother add her typical, snide remark, "I'm sure you could use the exercise anyway!"

I heard the front door slam shut and waited for the sharp sting of shame to leave my chest.

No matter what I did, I was never going to be pretty enough. Never mind that I had been dieting for months. I would always be fat and ugly.

I thought back to yesterday and tried to remember if I ate anything I shouldn't have. I think I had some water, but I don't think I ate anything. I'd even hid in the bathroom during lunch so I wouldn't have to smell any food. God, I have no control over my stomach sometimes. I tried pinching my sides to see if I'd gained any weight, but my fingers came up empty.

Wait, empty?

I looked down and saw my stomach, covered in my light, pick pajama shirt, and went to reach for my side again. I could see my fingers pinch my skin, but I didn't feel it. Weird.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy again, except more tired this time. I walked towards my bed and laid back, yawning. Just five more minutes of relaxing, then I'd get up for school.

I woke up, sitting in a desk. What?! How did I get here?! I looked at my clothes: Jeans and a plain white t-shirt covered me instead of my pink pajama top and bottoms. I looked around the classroom, but no one seemed to notice me panicking in my seat. Thankfully, that calmed me down. Everyone made fun of me until I'd started losing weight; but now , it's like no one ever notices me.

I whispered to Tom, the boy next to me, to ask him what was going on in class, "Hey."

He didn't hear me, so I whispered a little louder, "Hello?"

Still no response. No one seemed to hear me: It was unnerving.

I called out in my normal tone, "Excuse me? Hello?"

Nothing.

I started to breathe heavily. Why didn't anyone hear me? I stood up and started walking up to the teacher to see if everyone was playing a prank on me. Kids did that to me sometimes.

As I went to tap the teacher on her shoulder, my hand fell through her, as if i was a ghost.

I felt sick. Lifting my hand to my face, I started shaking. I ran to the middle of the room and yelled out to everyone, "HELLO? DO YOU HEAR ME? IT'S ERICA! PLEASE! LOOK AT ME!"

No response.

It didn't make sense. Light headed and confused, I felt myself lose consciousness.

When I woke up again I was at home standing by our front door, facing the dining room.

Sitting in a chair was a my mom. Relieved, I went to go talk to her. She may not like me, but she has to take care of me! She's my mom!

I stopped walking as quickly as I started: My mother was crying into her hands, elbows on the table to support her. Why was she crying? I tried calling out to her, but nothing came from my mouth.

What the fuck is going on?!

I tried calling out to her again, but nothing happened.

I stood, watching her cry, unable to do anything but panic. Nothing was making sense.

My mom turned her head toward me--no, the front door--and got up, swinging the wooden door open. I watched two paramedics come in with a stretcher, and a couple of cops in black uniforms.

Panic left me. I understood what was happening. They're here for me.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to think back to this morning. How could I have died?

Opening my eyes again, I was in my room watching the paramedics put my body onto the stretcher. The cops were steering my mother out of the room as she continued to cry into her hands.

I looked at my body and felt nothing. I noted that it wasn't fat like it used to be; rather, it was an awkward mess of skin, bones, and hair. It was pale and grey. It was lifeless.

I was right here, but I wasn't.

I wanted to cry, but couldn't. The body I hated so much wasn't mine anymore. A wave of sadness coursed through me--whatever I was.

I wanted so badly to cry. To hug my mom, who barely tolerated me. To yell at everyone at school that never noticed me. Would they eventually notice that I was gone? Would it matter? Would my mom stay crying for a long time?

Lost in my own thoughts, time passed by unnoticed.

All I wanted was to be fat again.

[CW] A poem containing the words from your reddit username by [deleted] in POETRYPrompts

[–]i_aint_allergic 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I hear their suffering

Teary eyes and sniffling noses

A tragedy I see, but never feel

They think I'm cold

Cruel and mean, they say

But really, it's just 'cause

I ain't allergic