Re : reproduction, the lady I'm living with (not my GF, we share w/ an older couple) has her grandkids here. The baby is cute but everytime I see one I praise Yehweh I don't have one!
Well, I don't appreciate being told that the reason I have crippling depression is that I am just too mentally weak.
It's not about mental "weakness" at all. But someone telling you that you've got an incurable mental disease is just another way of calling you a cripple. When you're in it it doesn't feel like a choice but it's a result of habitual mental habits (unconscious choices), just like being fat or learning a skill.
Narz, you suffer depression. So do I. So do many of the people here. Ok. You have found a mechanism which makes you feel better. This is good. Seriously. But...you still still suffer from chronic depression and you always will. This is how you are, you were born this way. You will always have to deal with it. It is you. Ypu will never be able to escape from it. Anymore than you can escape from yourself.
Listen Bozo
lol: ), how in the hell can you tell me what I am or what my problems are? I was no more "born depressed" than Marilyn Monroe was born abused. You can label yourself as a genetic loser all you want but don't try to pin that garbage on me. I came, I suffered, I conquered. I certainly will have many struggles ahead of me in the future but I never will allow myself to sink as deep as I did then. I didn't know how to help myself at the time (I forgive myself of course, those who were there to guide me at the time were themselves limited) but I do now. If you want to put yourself in a box & limit yourself without even considering you might be wrong, well, you have my sympathy.
One more analogy (for whatever it's worth), from a book I read recently (The Art of Learning). He spoke about when he first started taking martial arts and learning "Push Hands" (wiki it) and a more skilled student would attack him it felt like a whirlwind and within moments he was on the ground. From a beginner level there is no way the brain and body could analyze all that sensory information at once, it's simply too much and feels overwhelming. From that perspective reality is = "I was up, then I was on the ground". As homeboy got more skilled he could start to see the steps involved (though the result, getting tossed, was the same). With time he was able to see clearer and clearer and learned to move, feign moves, counterattack. Getting thrown was no longer the guaranteed outcome, and more importantly he could see, step by step, what was happening.
The moral is - accepting, that you're a mental cripple for life because some drug pusher who studied some Freud and other utterly unscientific tripe told you so is... well, kind of dumb.
There are always limits in life, but why not find out what they really are instead of just accepting the ones others have placed upon you.
Honestly, I wonder if you've ever really been
that depressed because if you had, you wouldn't just accept so nonchalantly that it was a lifetime affiliation.