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****Official**** depression thread (1 Viewer)
- Thread starter St. Louis Bob
- Start date
General Malaise
Footballguy
Wow. I'm really sorry to hear all of that. You're one of the coolest guys on this site, always taking time to send out PM's of support. Things like this shouldn't happen to good guys like you. Sorry to hear it man. Hang in there.St. Louis Bob said:I just found out he passed away. My "Aunt" Judy died 12/26 too.St. Louis Bob said:I just found out a friend has ALS.I can't believe people wonder why I drink so much.
SoFresh&SoClean
Footballguy
Wow. I'm really sorry to hear all of that. You're one of the coolest guys on this site, always taking time to send out PM's of support. Things like this shouldn't happen to good guys like you. Sorry to hear it man. Hang in there.St. Louis Bob said:I just found out he passed away. My "Aunt" Judy died 12/26 too.St. Louis Bob said:I just found out a friend has ALS.I can't believe people wonder why I drink so much.
Best wishes.
krista4
Footballguy
Thanks. Truly sorry to hear about your friends. My dad died of pancreatic cancer, which I suppose is not what I should say right now. But I'm too depressed to be more upbeat.St. Louis Bob said::hug:<_<
krista4
Footballguy
Isn't that amazing? Seems always to happen that way. The people with the real problems will listen to us talk about our own bull#### for hours without saying a word. There's some sort of mechanism that makes people become protective of us and our feelings when they're suffering themselves.In any case, I'll keep your friends in my thoughts. Unexpected ("miraculous"?)n things happen, for whatever reason (I don't believe them to be "heaven-sent", but whatever works for each person is OK with me), and I hope that we'll see that for your friend.St. Louis Bob said:I'm sorry to hear that, I really am. My friend has some rare kind that the doctors don't even know how to treat. Really good guy. Has always taken care of me. Funny thing is, last year at this time he won a $110k racing car. Just sheer good luck.Plus the ####er calls me yesterday to order some stuff, asks me how everything has been. I tell him about the wife wrecking the new car, with little passion in my voice about it. As expected, he says who ####### cares, buy another one.Then he starts to #### with me about the price of the binders he needs for his business.Thanks. Truly sorry to hear about your friends. My dad died of pancreatic cancer, which I suppose is not what I should say right now. But I'm too depressed to be more upbeat.St. Louis Bob said::hug:
honky kong
Footballguy
My wife (whom I still love) had a miscarriage and told me she no longer believed we could make our marriage work (we've had more than our share of problems). I regretfully left after she told me she dreaded coming home. So I have lost a baby I wanted, a wife I love and my home. All of this since Wednesday. To top it all off, I'm typing this from my ex-wife's house, her Internet keeps dropping every 5 minutes and I'm almost out of beer.
The dude with the house issue needs to suck it up.
The dude with the house issue needs to suck it up.
Isn't that a country and western song? (I hope you still have your sense of humor) If you are serious I really feel sorry from you because that is awful!
honky kong
Footballguy
I am indeed serious, but don't feel too bad for me... I can go get more beer.
honky kong
Footballguy
St. Louis Bob said:
Beer: the cause of and solution to all of life's problems.
Texasmouth
Footballguy
I had to quit my second job, which I do because I love, because I had to switch shifts.
My wife finally got into Physician's Assistant school here in Vegas and I am probably going to get orders to Utah.
My job is combining with another job that really sucks bad. First I will be forced into that job and then forced to move out of Las Vegas.
Once I move it will only be a matter of time until I am sent back to horrible South Korea or Iraq/Afghan.
My wife finally got into Physician's Assistant school here in Vegas and I am probably going to get orders to Utah.
My job is combining with another job that really sucks bad. First I will be forced into that job and then forced to move out of Las Vegas.
Once I move it will only be a matter of time until I am sent back to horrible South Korea or Iraq/Afghan.
Did you tell her that you really do lover her and want it to work?
honky kong
Footballguy
Yep, been through it a couple times now. For some reason we just cannot seem to get it together.eoMMan said:
avoiding injuries
Footballguy
Wow. Way to put things into perspective. They say, "someone always has it worse than you". I just don't think that means it's ok for things to go bad. I'll be the first to admit that I don't handle stress well, at all. Hope things turn for you, and if I were around, I'd buy you more beer.- It's wintertime and it's cold outside.
- I broke up with my g/f of 4.5 years a couple of weeks ago but I'm still living with her. I'll be moving out this weekend or next....whenever the apartment is ready.
- It's getting to our busy season at work and in a couple of weeks, we'll be working 6 day, 55 hour weeks.
- Money will be tighter living on my own.
More of a venting mood, than a depressed mood.
- I broke up with my g/f of 4.5 years a couple of weeks ago but I'm still living with her. I'll be moving out this weekend or next....whenever the apartment is ready.
- It's getting to our busy season at work and in a couple of weeks, we'll be working 6 day, 55 hour weeks.
- Money will be tighter living on my own.
More of a venting mood, than a depressed mood.
safariplanet
Footballguy
depressed. very damn down. ive got lack-of-woman issues. all i need is some damn #####. mother ####. ### ####it. im moving in a little over a month to miami and it will probably be sweaty living in my truck. oh well. at least ill see half naked women down there. ####### kansas and not getting laid.
Sonny Lubick Blowup Doll
Footballguy
Damn, this thread really IS pretty gnarly.
Anyway, I came in to see how your sister is doing Bob...
Anyway, I came in to see how your sister is doing Bob...
General Malaise
Footballguy
Damn. I am sorry to hear about that HK. Vent away here. It helps.
tommyboy
Footballguy
e-mom
Footballguy
So close.St. Louis Bob said:Thanks, is it March yet?I'll have a beer for ya Bob...and one for myself.
I'm so sorry to hear that GB.
krista4
Footballguy
Thanks for the link, Bob--I swore I wouldn't be one of those people that poured out their soul about an animal on a message board. And yet here I go.
Camille came home with me on June 1, 1992. She wasn't the cat that I was going to choose at the shelter--I had my eye on another one until Camille positioned herself in my lap and stared me down, letting me know I didn't have a choice.
And that's pretty much the way our 16 years together went--I, and anyone else she let in the house, did what Camille wanted. She decided how and in what position I was allowed to sleep (or not to sleep) at night. She let me know which other animals I was allowed to have in the house. She tried very hard to be in charge of who I dated, putting herself between me and anyone she deemed unacceptable, thwacking him in the face with her tail until I got the message. I should have listened to her more often...
She was smarter than I am. She was stronger, tougher than I am (despite weighing, by the end, less than four pounds). She'd hate to have this ruin her tough-girl image, but she was also much prettier than I am. More than anything, she was the most loyal creature I've ever known.
I once asked my ex-husband if he'd ever seen a cat and a human with a tighter bond than Camille and I had. His response was that he had never seen two creatures of any sort who were closer than we were. Maybe it sounds odd, but maybe it's understandable...through 16 years that included the deaths of my dad and my grandmothers, through marriage and divorce, through countless relationships good and bad, through frequent moves including to California and back, even through an earthquake...there she was, purring in my lap, or running from wherever she was in the house to find me just by virtue of my calling out "Where's my kitty cat?"
In 2002, Camille had her cancerous spleen removed, but I was told, and on-line research confirmed, that the type of cancer she had had always returned, always within 6 to 30 months, and always at that point fatal. Camille lived for six more years, proving again that she was in charge, not the veterinary community.
She died at 3 o'clock this morning from chronic kidney disease. Having expected for years a return of her cancer, I thought I was prepared for the time when I would lose her.
I was wrong.
Camille came home with me on June 1, 1992. She wasn't the cat that I was going to choose at the shelter--I had my eye on another one until Camille positioned herself in my lap and stared me down, letting me know I didn't have a choice.
And that's pretty much the way our 16 years together went--I, and anyone else she let in the house, did what Camille wanted. She decided how and in what position I was allowed to sleep (or not to sleep) at night. She let me know which other animals I was allowed to have in the house. She tried very hard to be in charge of who I dated, putting herself between me and anyone she deemed unacceptable, thwacking him in the face with her tail until I got the message. I should have listened to her more often...
She was smarter than I am. She was stronger, tougher than I am (despite weighing, by the end, less than four pounds). She'd hate to have this ruin her tough-girl image, but she was also much prettier than I am. More than anything, she was the most loyal creature I've ever known.
I once asked my ex-husband if he'd ever seen a cat and a human with a tighter bond than Camille and I had. His response was that he had never seen two creatures of any sort who were closer than we were. Maybe it sounds odd, but maybe it's understandable...through 16 years that included the deaths of my dad and my grandmothers, through marriage and divorce, through countless relationships good and bad, through frequent moves including to California and back, even through an earthquake...there she was, purring in my lap, or running from wherever she was in the house to find me just by virtue of my calling out "Where's my kitty cat?"
In 2002, Camille had her cancerous spleen removed, but I was told, and on-line research confirmed, that the type of cancer she had had always returned, always within 6 to 30 months, and always at that point fatal. Camille lived for six more years, proving again that she was in charge, not the veterinary community.
She died at 3 o'clock this morning from chronic kidney disease. Having expected for years a return of her cancer, I thought I was prepared for the time when I would lose her.
I was wrong.
YSR
Footballguy
Bumping this today. Don't know what's wrong with me, but I haven't been able to shake this depression/irritability for about a week now. I blame work, as it's been really, really stressful and I've had a couple of situations in the last few days that play right on that "can I really hack this job/am I good enough?" nerve.
I've got a good life and am blessed more than I deserve, but I needed someplace to feel sorry for myself. So, there. Now I'm done.
I've got a good life and am blessed more than I deserve, but I needed someplace to feel sorry for myself. So, there. Now I'm done.
Statorama
Footballguy
Can't decide if it's worth the timeout or not....It's going to be very difficult when my kitty goes. She's the smarted cat I've ever had.
krista4
Footballguy
So we got home from a 2-1/2 week vacation tonight. It was the best vacation I've ever had (Southeast Asia), but after a bunch of flight delays and traffic getting back into the city, we were so happy to be home. On the 22 hours of flight time and cab ride home, we mentioned often how much we were looking forward to seeing my dog and my cat Mimi, whom my boyfriend refers to as "Fat Cat". We got home, and oddly Fat Cat didn't come out to greet us. We were a bit worried but thought maybe she was just hiding from the noise of two people and a bunch of luggage. After an hour, we called my friend who had been housesitting to make sure nothing had happened. He said he wasn't sure he'd seen her on Saturday but definitely on Friday. About half an hour later, I remembered that when she has been scared she has gone into this little crawl space between the dishwasher and the kitchen cabinets, so I got a flashlight and looked back there. Sure enough, I saw the back half of her, so I reached in and nudged her with the flashlight to let her know it was OK to come out.She didn't move.My boyfriend ended up pulling the dishwasher out and confirmed that she was dead. He thought from her condition that it had been no more than a day. He pulled her out and put her in a couple of bags, and we took her to the 24-hour vet for cremation.We're both devastated, and I haven't been able to go to sleep. Because of our long flight time getting back home and the fact we had to get up at 3:30 am to get to the airport, I haven't slept more than an hour in the last 72. And I don't know when I'll be able to. 
Debbie Downer
Footballguy
I can't orgasm.
Thorn
Footballguy
Sorry to hear, GBK. That sucks.
safariplanet
Footballguy
One time I was really drunk, pulled out of this girl after about 25 minutes of it, and thought I had released onto her stomach. I asked if she needed a towel but she said no, so I look down and there's nothing there. I was humiliated. I can laugh about it now but at the time I was really depressed. I still am but for unrelated reasons.I can't orgasm.
Steady Mooobin
Footballguy
:Woz Lite:One time I was really drunk, pulled out of this girl after about 25 minutes of it, and thought I had released onto her stomach. I asked if she needed a towel but she said no, so I look down and there's nothing there. I was humiliated. I can laugh about it now but at the time I was really depressed. I still am but for unrelated reasons.I can't orgasm.
Rodhands
Footballguy
i split with my girl of 3 years and havent had any poon in like a month. She on the other hand already has a new #### buddy. Couldnt give two ####s about her, but daymn i want me some poontang!! roll on university year 3 (1 month to go) until then im a loser in a village i barely even know!
GroveDiesel
Footballguy
:( What an awful thing to come home to.krista4 said:
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GSCGal
Guest
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
I will not cry at work.
St. Louis Bob
Footballguy
layfulpatontherear:
Rodhands
Footballguy
St. Louis Bob
Footballguy
or get marrieddepressingly enough still not had any
Pyscho Wife
Footballguy
How is everyone feeling today???!???!?????!???!?
sholditch
Footballguy
This only makes sense if the lives of strangers matter more to you than your own. Unless you're Jesus or Mother Teresa, chances are this isn't the case. Occasionally I try to focus on what I have good in my life and kind of do an internal inventory. That usually helps a little, but there are some days that I just honestly don't want any part of my life, that I would almost rather be dead than get up and go through another day. I had a day like that recently. I couldnt find a scarf that was given to me as a gift. I went ballistic and started tearing around the house, throwing things around looking for it. I ended up screaming in my car that morning and then just holding my head in my hands and trying to catch my breath for about 10 minutes. As I was doing so I sat wondering whether I was going insane and honestly wondered whether I might be a danger to myself (not a cry for help and no plans to hurt myself or others at all). On days like that I can't find a single good thing to focus on. The fact that I have a newborn child only makes me feel guilty when I feel this, compounding the problem. On top of that my marriage has basically fallen apart and I honestly don't know if I feel anything for my wife anymore.Felt good to write that, even to strangers who will most likely just make fun of me for it.
TheAristocrat
Footballguy
Checking in.
Papa Georgio
Footballguy
I've posted on here the most ridiculous things I have ever been a part of and most people were pretty supportive. I am the same, for some reason typing things out makes me feel better.
St. Louis Bob
Footballguy
I'm leaving now to put my dog down. Merry Christmas.
:( :(
2008, one of the worst years ever.
:( :(
SLB is going to be DRUNK tonight.
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:( 2008, one of the worst years ever.
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:( SLB is going to be DRUNK tonight.
Red Eyed and Blue
Footballguy
Jesus, Bob. I'm really really sorry to hear that. You and I have must have pissed off the same god because I had to put our dog down after xmas last year. Just awful. How are your kids handling it? Poor guys.Hang in there and I'll tip one back for you and the pooch tonight.I'm leaving now to put my dog down. Merry Christmas. :(
St. Louis Bob
Footballguy
Thanks GB. I got back about 20 minutes ago. That was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.The boys are oblivious as of right now. I'm not looking forward to explaining this.She was 13 years old this month. Man, we walked almost every day. I would conservatively say we walked over 16,000 miles together.I wonder how long it is going to be until I stop hearing her medal rattling around on her collar.Congrats again on your news. I am so happy for you and hope your new lady continues to fulfill your soul for the rest of your life.Jesus, Bob. I'm really really sorry to hear that. You and I have must have pissed off the same god because I had to put our dog down after xmas last year. Just awful. How are your kids handling it? Poor guys.Hang in there and I'll tip one back for you and the pooch tonight.I'm leaving now to put my dog down. Merry Christmas. :(
Bankerguy
Footballguy
Sorry to hear Krista. Losing a parent is very difficult. Your dad would want you to be happy... do it for him.Have a good holidays and all my best.Thanks. Truly sorry to hear about your friends. My dad died of pancreatic cancer, which I suppose is not what I should say right now. But I'm too depressed to be more upbeat.St. Louis Bob said::hug:
