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Depression's a choice, potentially a spiritual virus. So, naturally, you prefer to be depressed because it's the easiest path. But Did You Know? You can deny it? You can erect a wall around your psyche with a subliminal sign, Do Not Enter, orchestrated at that parasite. Ugh.
Have you ever wondered why we cry? That's because the body's reacting to potential internal danger, as it would generally do with viruses, common colds, bacteria infections, etc. The body's a magnificent biological machine with an incredible defense apparatus. But unlike the common cold, depression has no entity or structure. So the only way of getting rid of it is by taking control of yourself and soul, then ostracizing that fucker or pinning it down to the ground, then slamming it like a Casanova raging on Viagra.
Most parasitic viruses want to proliferate. Remember that sketch from Saturday Night Live, Debbie Downer? Well, she would find the saddest thing to say when conversing with a group of happy people that, in return, would bring them down. And eventually, the entire group she's hanging with, who was once happy and optimistic, is now sad and depressed and has an uncontrollable urge to be vaccinated. Thus not giving a fuck anymore.
Coping with this shit is a pain in the ass. But, because of all the drug-making swindlers pushing their potions, such as anti-depressive prescription drugs, intellectual scammers, psychiatrists, recommending those stupid fucking meetings (lots of creeps), or talking with some goofball or little miss tight-ass about things, you instead not give them that power. Then there's the standard way to deal with it; lots of alcohol, weed, or sex with whoever wants to fuck, or bingeing for hours and hours on television shows. Or the worst technique, food!
Togetherness can help with depression. And you don't need to spend thousands of dollars or pop pills or obtain a creepy stalker into your life.
But the only concern with fellowship is individuals. Ugh. People can be fantastic and pleasant, but some are out for themselves—and full of shit. And when you admit your sorrow to them, they can become snakes and predators. Though there are good folks around in this Devil's Playground, they're usually married with children or much rather stay buried.
But Did You Know? It's okay to be weak now and then. It strengthens us—builds endurance and tolerance. Unlike running, where you can stop, depression's a little trickier. But you can slow it down to a walking pace.
What I did was run and go to gyms as much as possible. I was fully involved with my family, so togetherness was always there. But I was still depressed. And believe me, suicide was never an option in my book.
I'd usually get extremely depressed at night lying in bed alone. All the regrets I have come knocking at my window. I try to tell myself, “That's life.” But it didn't work.
So I lack confrontation nowadays. Though most of my life, I confronted obstacles. But some of those times led to problems and ridicule of who I am as a person. My flaws and character were judged. So in time, I've learned most people suck, and they can't help themselves. Like I can't change who I am, they can't change who they are, neither.
It's a selfish world with many spiteful natures, evil-minded fucks, and self-righteous parasites that this world's ashamed of having.
I learned that the past is the past. Never allow it to control your present. Whatever happened in your history happened. There's nothing you can do about it. And until you realize and accept this, that past will continue to bother you.
Being overweight is usually caused by depression, but knowing how fat you've gotten makes it even sadder. One can not be happy or think, “It's all about that bass,” when they look in that mirror and see all that fat hanging over the pants or underwear seam. It's disgusting! And I would know, I was well overweight for years.
Battling this parasite is not the way of going about it. Dealing with it prolongs it. So accepting it justifies living with it. But controlling it to deny its power over you does work.
However, you've to talk about what's making you so damn depressed, even if it's going to hurt someone by doing so. It's best to discuss this with someone who won't be affected, though. But sometimes, we have to speak our minds to the person contributing to that depression, like an enabler or instigator.
Periodically depressed people would get drunk on purpose to let it all out. And this wouldn't be the wisest way to go about it. Because it can cause more depression, by saying too much, could be used against you the very next day, or days to come.
Nevertheless, you have to flush it out of your system, as you would a virus, common cold, or parasite.
When I'm not running or facing people at a gym, I find walking for miles work. It helps clear my mind, and at the same time, it's excellent for my health. So it's a win-win. Although I lived in cities and beach locations, I wouldn't recommend walking in rural areas. Esp if you're a vagina. We live in a fucked up world; remember that.
Writing about it can help flush it out too. By writing, you can pinpoint that parasite's location; then, you'll have a better idea of how to deal with that little fucker.
Sex is always a good creature comfort with the one you can trust inside your comfort zone. But if you were like me in the past, that didn't trust vaginas; sex is not an option.
Painting and drawing can lessen depression if you don't do it for perfection but rather expression.
When one doesn't work or go to school, or better themselves, they can sit back and suck in that depression, never having to face it. But when you have to work, attend class, or whatever gives your life meaning or some purpose, you can't just suck it in. You've to face people with that depression clinging to you with its sharp little teeth. You've to make yourself SMILE when you feel like screaming at the top of your lungs. Then you begin to see the worst in people and expect the worst in people, “Look at that jackass, he's so full of shit, it stinks.” “What a jerk off. I bet he's the biggest crook in this room.”
I wrote that in 2017 for personal reference when I was facing a new chapter in my life. It helped a lot. It taught me that we're all fucked. And since that's an absolute, I didn't have to be so depressed when I get fucked. I could turn that around, like flipping a woman over, and fucking the shit out of her, thus depression.
Have you ever wondered why we cry? That's because the body's reacting to potential internal danger, as it would generally do with viruses, common colds, bacteria infections, etc. The body's a magnificent biological machine with an incredible defense apparatus. But unlike the common cold, depression has no entity or structure. So the only way of getting rid of it is by taking control of yourself and soul, then ostracizing that fucker or pinning it down to the ground, then slamming it like a Casanova raging on Viagra.
Most parasitic viruses want to proliferate. Remember that sketch from Saturday Night Live, Debbie Downer? Well, she would find the saddest thing to say when conversing with a group of happy people that, in return, would bring them down. And eventually, the entire group she's hanging with, who was once happy and optimistic, is now sad and depressed and has an uncontrollable urge to be vaccinated. Thus not giving a fuck anymore.
Coping with this shit is a pain in the ass. But, because of all the drug-making swindlers pushing their potions, such as anti-depressive prescription drugs, intellectual scammers, psychiatrists, recommending those stupid fucking meetings (lots of creeps), or talking with some goofball or little miss tight-ass about things, you instead not give them that power. Then there's the standard way to deal with it; lots of alcohol, weed, or sex with whoever wants to fuck, or bingeing for hours and hours on television shows. Or the worst technique, food!
Togetherness can help with depression. And you don't need to spend thousands of dollars or pop pills or obtain a creepy stalker into your life.
But the only concern with fellowship is individuals. Ugh. People can be fantastic and pleasant, but some are out for themselves—and full of shit. And when you admit your sorrow to them, they can become snakes and predators. Though there are good folks around in this Devil's Playground, they're usually married with children or much rather stay buried.
But Did You Know? It's okay to be weak now and then. It strengthens us—builds endurance and tolerance. Unlike running, where you can stop, depression's a little trickier. But you can slow it down to a walking pace.
What I did was run and go to gyms as much as possible. I was fully involved with my family, so togetherness was always there. But I was still depressed. And believe me, suicide was never an option in my book.
I'd usually get extremely depressed at night lying in bed alone. All the regrets I have come knocking at my window. I try to tell myself, “That's life.” But it didn't work.
So I lack confrontation nowadays. Though most of my life, I confronted obstacles. But some of those times led to problems and ridicule of who I am as a person. My flaws and character were judged. So in time, I've learned most people suck, and they can't help themselves. Like I can't change who I am, they can't change who they are, neither.
It's a selfish world with many spiteful natures, evil-minded fucks, and self-righteous parasites that this world's ashamed of having.
I learned that the past is the past. Never allow it to control your present. Whatever happened in your history happened. There's nothing you can do about it. And until you realize and accept this, that past will continue to bother you.
Being overweight is usually caused by depression, but knowing how fat you've gotten makes it even sadder. One can not be happy or think, “It's all about that bass,” when they look in that mirror and see all that fat hanging over the pants or underwear seam. It's disgusting! And I would know, I was well overweight for years.
Battling this parasite is not the way of going about it. Dealing with it prolongs it. So accepting it justifies living with it. But controlling it to deny its power over you does work.
However, you've to talk about what's making you so damn depressed, even if it's going to hurt someone by doing so. It's best to discuss this with someone who won't be affected, though. But sometimes, we have to speak our minds to the person contributing to that depression, like an enabler or instigator.
Periodically depressed people would get drunk on purpose to let it all out. And this wouldn't be the wisest way to go about it. Because it can cause more depression, by saying too much, could be used against you the very next day, or days to come.
Nevertheless, you have to flush it out of your system, as you would a virus, common cold, or parasite.
When I'm not running or facing people at a gym, I find walking for miles work. It helps clear my mind, and at the same time, it's excellent for my health. So it's a win-win. Although I lived in cities and beach locations, I wouldn't recommend walking in rural areas. Esp if you're a vagina. We live in a fucked up world; remember that.
Writing about it can help flush it out too. By writing, you can pinpoint that parasite's location; then, you'll have a better idea of how to deal with that little fucker.
Sex is always a good creature comfort with the one you can trust inside your comfort zone. But if you were like me in the past, that didn't trust vaginas; sex is not an option.
Painting and drawing can lessen depression if you don't do it for perfection but rather expression.
When one doesn't work or go to school, or better themselves, they can sit back and suck in that depression, never having to face it. But when you have to work, attend class, or whatever gives your life meaning or some purpose, you can't just suck it in. You've to face people with that depression clinging to you with its sharp little teeth. You've to make yourself SMILE when you feel like screaming at the top of your lungs. Then you begin to see the worst in people and expect the worst in people, “Look at that jackass, he's so full of shit, it stinks.” “What a jerk off. I bet he's the biggest crook in this room.”
I wrote that in 2017 for personal reference when I was facing a new chapter in my life. It helped a lot. It taught me that we're all fucked. And since that's an absolute, I didn't have to be so depressed when I get fucked. I could turn that around, like flipping a woman over, and fucking the shit out of her, thus depression.
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