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

Okay, after all the amazing responses and support in this thread I owe you guys an update. I'm getting help. I'm on a Zoloft generic and I'm seeing a really great therapist. In a couple weeks I'll be seeing a psychiatrist (who works with the therapist) to re-evaluate my medication. I still feel shit...

So fucking angry about every stupid little thing. It all fucking sucks. I shouldn't have to keep living just so other people don't get their feelings hurt. No one ever gave a fuck about my feelings. I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate the world. I hate every goddamned inch of it. There's nothing r...

Related so much to John. Enjoyed hearing from his girlfriend, too (can't remember her name, I'm an asshole). Great episode.

I feel the same way about a lot of guests. I listen to their story and I think, "Well, at least you've got a fulfilling career and friends and family and you're getting the help you need." I'm starting to think I'm just too bitter a person to appreciate this podcast anymore. I guess becaus...

Well, my uncle died last week. Other than my mom crying a lot for a couple days after nothing's changed. I'm kind of disgusted with myself for not feeling anything about it. I've been successfully numbing out with porn instead of food so at least I've stopped gaining weight. It's really funny/pathet...

I've really been eating like an asshole. I wonder what'll happen first, me getting diabetes or my teeth falling out. My whole life is bad feelings feeding other bad feelings feeding other bad feelings. It's a circle of shit. I'm numb right now, not even sad. Not feeling suicidal because there's noth...

Goddamn it, how does life manage to keep getting worse. What the fuck. My uncle's getting so bad. I think he's going to die soon. All my mom does is cry. There's nothing I can do make things better. I've got so much shit pent up inside of me and I'm so tired and I fucking hate this. I can't believe ...

Two days after recommitting to eating better and exercising, I've eaten so much sugary crap I have this awful sharp fucking stomach ache. Nice work, fatass. That's what you get for thinking you could do something. There is no hope for me, just an endless cycle of try-fail-try-fail-try-fail. The good...

I don't know what I want or who I am. Nothing makes sense to me. I don't understand how I can feel okay for a few days and then just plummet. As soon as I think something might be helping it stops working. There are no answers, there is no help. Assholes say suicide is the coward's way out, but what...

I think writing helped some, at least for a bit. Yesterday was better. I even exercised a little bit. Today I'm back to feeling lifeless and numb. I wish I saw a way out of this, but I don't believe I can get better. Nothing I've tried has worked and I don't think anything will. I think I'm going to...