Yeah, wtf does therapy even do? My brain is fucked because of the reality of my situation not because I have some dysfunctional mindset I need to work through. It’s all external factors. Having to grind away at a job I hate just to scrape by while everything continues to get more expensive, billionaires burning the world, and our government falls to fascists is fucking hell. You’d have to be crazy not to have a fucked up mentality. Am I supposed to spend even more money I don’t have just to talk about my problems?
Alternatively being able to completely disconnect from all this shit for a month where I have no choice but to simply focus on survival sounds pretty great.
Therapy is mostly about meditation, coping strategies, and self-improvement.
I think you might balk at the suggestion of developing coping strategies at all, but this:
being able to completely disconnect from all this shit for a month
Is a coping strategy. It doesn’t really fix anything, but it does help you manage stress. I assume you can’t take a month off, so therapy would say, “Okay, what’s a second idea.”
The problem with therapy is when you don’t share the life goals of the therapist or the people trying to help you, you end up in a gridlock. I have never had a productive experience with therapists as an adult and I don’t have infinite money to keep trying. My experiences with therapist or other support people in the public school system was downright evil as they wanted me to accomplish their life goals rather then my own.
I know why I’m depressed. I’m depressed because the world is broken and the people that want to do something about it are stonewalled by the people who benefit from it being broken. The elites that know they benefit from it being broken and view that are the natural order and their delusional followers who carved out a bit of limited success in their “professionalism.” Those “professionals” fill the school system and hamper kids who could do better and brainwash them to settle for financial success.
There’s no realistic coping. I just took a week of PTO but by about four days into it my mind was bringing up all the shit I was going to have to do when I got back which just stressed me out again. The only way to get ahead of it would be to get everything done so there’s nothing waiting when you come back which in my role is basically impossible. The only way I see out of this for myself is if I could ever manage to generate enough passive income that I don’t have to have a full time job anymore. But economically everything is going to shit and I was already not in a great place before that so again it’s not realistic to expect anything to improve. Talking about it won’t change anything.
There is. Listen, I’ve watched enough shonen to know that acquiring a positive attitude in the face of adversity is a source of profound strength.
I’m not saying it’s easy.
The world is burning right now? Yeah, and? These are the times you need it the most. This is the time all that mental practice was for.
If a tiger strolled in on your month-long wilderness vacation and bit half your leg off, what, do you just bleed out? Roll over and die? Most men I know know that that’s the time you need to pull yourself together, rid yourself of worldly concerns like panic, tourniquet the wound or whatever, and get yourself to a goddamn medic.
The tiger runs off in this scenario, by the way. It was scared by a… bird. “I wouldn’t have a chance to give up—the tiger would eat me!” Shush.
Okay, I keep trudging along. Great. That’s what I’ve been doing. I’m pulled together as I’m going to be. It doesn’t make me happy or optimistic about the future.
No, but on a remote uninhabited island you can pretend the bullshit doesn’t exist.
It’s incredibly hard to delude yourself when something is in front of yourself face. Although this is apparently a flaw in me, as most people seem perfectly capable of it.
Therapy won’t make the world they have to go back to any better than it was before.
Yeah, wtf does therapy even do? My brain is fucked because of the reality of my situation not because I have some dysfunctional mindset I need to work through. It’s all external factors. Having to grind away at a job I hate just to scrape by while everything continues to get more expensive, billionaires burning the world, and our government falls to fascists is fucking hell. You’d have to be crazy not to have a fucked up mentality. Am I supposed to spend even more money I don’t have just to talk about my problems?
Alternatively being able to completely disconnect from all this shit for a month where I have no choice but to simply focus on survival sounds pretty great.
Therapy is mostly about meditation, coping strategies, and self-improvement.
I think you might balk at the suggestion of developing coping strategies at all, but this:
Is a coping strategy. It doesn’t really fix anything, but it does help you manage stress. I assume you can’t take a month off, so therapy would say, “Okay, what’s a second idea.”
The problem with therapy is when you don’t share the life goals of the therapist or the people trying to help you, you end up in a gridlock. I have never had a productive experience with therapists as an adult and I don’t have infinite money to keep trying. My experiences with therapist or other support people in the public school system was downright evil as they wanted me to accomplish their life goals rather then my own.
I know why I’m depressed. I’m depressed because the world is broken and the people that want to do something about it are stonewalled by the people who benefit from it being broken. The elites that know they benefit from it being broken and view that are the natural order and their delusional followers who carved out a bit of limited success in their “professionalism.” Those “professionals” fill the school system and hamper kids who could do better and brainwash them to settle for financial success.
There’s no realistic coping. I just took a week of PTO but by about four days into it my mind was bringing up all the shit I was going to have to do when I got back which just stressed me out again. The only way to get ahead of it would be to get everything done so there’s nothing waiting when you come back which in my role is basically impossible. The only way I see out of this for myself is if I could ever manage to generate enough passive income that I don’t have to have a full time job anymore. But economically everything is going to shit and I was already not in a great place before that so again it’s not realistic to expect anything to improve. Talking about it won’t change anything.
There is. Listen, I’ve watched enough shonen to know that acquiring a positive attitude in the face of adversity is a source of profound strength.
I’m not saying it’s easy.
The world is burning right now? Yeah, and? These are the times you need it the most. This is the time all that mental practice was for.
If a tiger strolled in on your month-long wilderness vacation and bit half your leg off, what, do you just bleed out? Roll over and die? Most men I know know that that’s the time you need to pull yourself together, rid yourself of worldly concerns like panic, tourniquet the wound or whatever, and get yourself to a goddamn medic.
The tiger runs off in this scenario, by the way. It was scared by a… bird. “I wouldn’t have a chance to give up—the tiger would eat me!” Shush.
Okay, I keep trudging along. Great. That’s what I’ve been doing. I’m pulled together as I’m going to be. It doesn’t make me happy or optimistic about the future.
“Hope” is an internal battle. The truly hopeful have learned how to create their own.
So they’re either delusional or they’ve discovered a path out of the hole they’re in. I have neither of those things.
Well, to be fair, neither will getting lost at sea
No, but on a remote uninhabited island you can pretend the bullshit doesn’t exist.
It’s incredibly hard to delude yourself when something is in front of yourself face. Although this is apparently a flaw in me, as most people seem perfectly capable of it.
Assuming you’re rescued. But there’s a chance you’ll get to die without answering another passive aggressive email…ahhh. one can dream.