Kuroshashu
Member
Hello all,
I come to you in order to gather opinions about my mental state. Thanks in advance for any of you that contribute. I apologise if I go on or offend. This is all very awkward for me, as I'm somewhat known for discarding emotion and refusing to discuss it, save for some kind of wittism.
Anyway, to the issue, I'm depressed most of the time, however, any kind of deviation from the background-level depression is fairly quickly channeled into fury, where upon walls gain new holes, furniture gets upturned or, in a few extreme cases, I simply black-out. Notice I didn't say I fainted during these black-outs. Good reason for that phrasology, but as your moderator warns against graphic/upsetting stories, I'll leave your imaginations to fill the blanks.
I'm asshamed to say that I deal with these fluctuations by either alcohol or driving dangerously by way of release.
I'm afraid that, if I'm honest, I'd have to call myself a misogynist. Indeed, I cannot bear to look at a woman if I'm feeling down. Well, more so than usual. Indeed, I've only ever shed one tear and it was after I was dragged to a strip club by well-meaning friends. A note on that, while I only recall a single tear through-out my life, my memory is rather unreliable: I've only about three memories before age twelve and I often have to ask others to inform me about my own life, as recently as a few hours ago in cases.
Vocationally speaking, I'm afraid I'm a bit of a lost cause: about six months into basically anything, I feel too smothered and have to get out. The last time I managed to hold a job that long, I started driving to work and kept going, not stopping until three days and circa 3500 kilometres later.
Again, I do appologise for what must read as a long whine. Thanks for sticking with me as long as you have.
Kuroshashu.
I come to you in order to gather opinions about my mental state. Thanks in advance for any of you that contribute. I apologise if I go on or offend. This is all very awkward for me, as I'm somewhat known for discarding emotion and refusing to discuss it, save for some kind of wittism.
Anyway, to the issue, I'm depressed most of the time, however, any kind of deviation from the background-level depression is fairly quickly channeled into fury, where upon walls gain new holes, furniture gets upturned or, in a few extreme cases, I simply black-out. Notice I didn't say I fainted during these black-outs. Good reason for that phrasology, but as your moderator warns against graphic/upsetting stories, I'll leave your imaginations to fill the blanks.
I'm asshamed to say that I deal with these fluctuations by either alcohol or driving dangerously by way of release.
I'm afraid that, if I'm honest, I'd have to call myself a misogynist. Indeed, I cannot bear to look at a woman if I'm feeling down. Well, more so than usual. Indeed, I've only ever shed one tear and it was after I was dragged to a strip club by well-meaning friends. A note on that, while I only recall a single tear through-out my life, my memory is rather unreliable: I've only about three memories before age twelve and I often have to ask others to inform me about my own life, as recently as a few hours ago in cases.
Vocationally speaking, I'm afraid I'm a bit of a lost cause: about six months into basically anything, I feel too smothered and have to get out. The last time I managed to hold a job that long, I started driving to work and kept going, not stopping until three days and circa 3500 kilometres later.
Again, I do appologise for what must read as a long whine. Thanks for sticking with me as long as you have.
Kuroshashu.