YOU ARE NOT ALONE - A companion online community discussion board for The Mental Illness Happy Hour podcast with Paul Gilmartin

So earlier today, I was in that awkward position where someone I'm not interested in at all was pretty aggressively hitting on me. Now, I'm terrible at rejecting people, even as diplomatically as "I'm flattered, but not interested, thanks," so my strategy was to stay engaged in the convers...

I haven't posted in this forum in for frickin' ever, but I just had an epiphony and couldn't think of a better place to share it and hopefully get some feedback. Well, maybe not quite an epiphony. More of an epiphonic question. Is that a thing? Maybe it needs an answer to be a true epiphony, and I d...

I have a strange kind of empathy for involuntary celibates. I'm not one, but I think I very easily could have been if things had worked out a little different for me. Basically, I was 100 percent convinced that no girl could ever possibly be sexually interested in me -- until one was. And it happene...

If I could kill myself in such a way that I would just quitely disappear and no one would notice I was gone, I would do it in a heartbeat.

The fact that I can't is the only thing stopping me.

You can't snap out of depression any more than you can snap out of the flu. It's neurologically impossible. And yet, there's a part of me that insists that's exactly what I need to do, and I feel like a failure at life because I can't.

...with a frighteningly high mortality rate, and its scariest symptom is that you barely even care.

I need professional help. I know that. But making the effort to seek it out seems about as unattainable at the moment as flapping my arms and flying to Mars.

Doing better today. Anxiety is a weird thing -- on most days I can endure just about anything. I've seen people killed before my eyes, and while it wasn't much fun, I was more or less okay. But on days like yesterday, a tiny little insignificant thing can plunge me into emotional chaos that lasts fo...

...at the moment, if someone told me I wouldn't live to see tomorrow, that wouldn't bother me very much.

It wasn't for no reason that I took my screen name from this song. "My Poor Friend Me" by Bad Religion I know a man who doesn't have many friends, I know a place he lives where trouble never ends, I know it's hard for him to read between the lines, And his days are getting so much shorter....

When it comes down to it, it's pretty simple: Someone has expressed interest in you that you're not interested in. Happens all the time to a lot of people, and it's usually not a big deal. The rest (the whole poly thing) is just details. That said, it's always easier to be on the outside looking in....