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Post by Fidite Nemini on Sept 9, 2015 19:22:48 GMT -6
That's just mean, I mean how is that emotion ever getting happier if everyone just hates them? Depressions are just so clingy because they desperately long for a hug. Give in to them, pet it, nurse it, maybe treat them to a fancy dinner.
Now without the jokes, I can't say I'm familiar with depressions, but I had a pretty bad bout with a case of blow-out: the kind of nearly quitting university and job (though I did miss a lot of lectures, didn't take half the exams and didn't show up for some shifts I was planned for and only avoided being kicked out by the skin of my teeth and a very, very understanding boss), not meeting up with friends, not even calling up any family for a couple months to the point where they drove half through the country to check on me.
I was at the time studying AND working nightshift basically every day that I didn't spend at university (and I don't think I have to tell anyone how screwed up your sleepcycle and thus how little actual sleep you get when you have only little time for resting and at irregular times every odd day) to support myself.
Or in short: I'm sick of the world and just want to be left alone completely and sleep kind of blow out. Hell, my parents wanted me to see a psychotherapist at first, though after they literally picked me up (well okay, I was planned in for the day and the next for work and the boss couldn't just give me free on the spot, but (talk about an understanding boss!) I got the next day off and got leave for the following three weeks so I packed my stuff and practically went directly from working the nightshift for that day to jumping into the train home and had two and a half weeks of intensive family-love treatment.
It helped. I can't even really communicate how destroyed I was, but those weeks of proper sleep (I think the first couple nights I slept fifteen hours straight like a rock each), proper food (you don't eat healthy when you're stressed out like I was) and plain lots of love really brought me back to speed. They also kicked me in my butt and downright forcibly drafted my friends from university to get me outside regularily when I got back, dragging me by the ear if need be (those were the words of my mother, my father suggested (a) more intimate and painful spot(s) to drag me by ...), though I managed to avoid my eager friends (who were looking for payback after I had neglected them) dragging me out by going voluntarily. Regular phone calls, a less stressful shift plan (again, the understanding boss, can't be understated!) and the lecture-free time between semesters later and we managed to really pull me out of that blow-out completely.
So yeah, first and best thing you can do in cases of extreme stress (or highly emotional pressure), run for your family, get lots of hugs, good food and force your timetable to give yourself more time to rest and relax. Helps a metric fuckton!
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