Sounds exactly like the kind of thing that a brain with a chemical imbalance would do to its owner. Have you got any medication to help you along? It’s hard to have a positive thought when you’re starved of serotonin.so why do I feel like a piece of shit all the time
Not really an option I'm afraid, there are several good psyco hospitals nearby ( as you would expect in such a depressing country) but they do not offer 'daycare' and all require institutionalisation, not only would I feel I do notcdeserve a place there, as there are people on waiting lists who deserve it more, I also cannot go for a pure practical reason, I have to take care of my Grandfather, he refuses all help from anybody other then family, and I'm the only one left.....
I certainly hope he wouldn’t have access to psychiatric meds without seeing one.Are you seeing a doctor for this otherwise?
Rock, hard place and so on and so forth.Not really an option I'm afraid
It certainly was in my youth, I was pretty much a glorified servant, taking care of his roosters during the week (forget studiying! My livestock needs care dammit) , building/repairing sheds/coops and enclosures during school holidays ( they were to inept to it themselves as an adult so 12 year old me had to do it "cause you smart" ) and taking care of said animals and my Grandmother during the weekend while they were out all day and night cockfighting.......yes you read that correctly......actual cockfighting.....This "offspring are glorified livestock/servants/serfs for older generations" seems to have been a constant aspect of human societies.
I sorta killed this thread, I'm sorry........let me start it again with a question: when barstaff offers you their phone number 'cause you look like you might need it, call me anytime'.........that's not a good sign is it? I mean, it's not like I'm not contemplating suicide all the time, but if people start noticing, it might be time to get the hell outta the way and get on with it.
Nothing noble about it I'm afraid, it's just 'expected', a matter of neccesity, I spend my youth taking care of my Grandmother, and most of my adult life taking care of him.....
You know it's funny, my parents, grandparents, and my Grandfathers extreme dominant and obsessive behavior are in large portion responsible for my fucked up youth and everything that resulted, and indeed caring for him now and dealing with that same behavior and acute lack of 'thanks' certainly puts a strain on me but it's pretty much the only thing keeping me here, I would have offed myself a long time ago.
I love the use of "fault" here, as if having children is akin to denting your car by reversing into a lamppost or any other mistake of your preference.
I sorta killed this thread, I'm sorry........let me start it again with a question: when barstaff offers you their phone number 'cause you look like you might need it, call me anytime'.........that's not a good sign is it? I mean, it's not like I'm not contemplating suicide all the time, but if people start noticing, it might be time to get the hell outta the way and get on with it.
It seems like you shouldI sorta killed this thread, I'm sorry........let me start it again with a question: when barstaff offers you their phone number 'cause you look like you might need it, call me anytime'.........that's not a good sign is it? I mean, it's not like I'm not contemplating suicide all the time, but if people start noticing, it might be time to get the hell outta the way and get on with it.