100% I’m the same way! Lol. I was going to shut everything down. But I know for a fact I will regret it.
@SweetLeaf everyone that has been following me for the past year knows what’s up. "If you don’t hear from me I’m asleep in my bed or strung out somewhere " if I ever get busted my brother knows how to get in my phone to let everyone know.
But I know what it’s like to not want to post. I feel bad to when I don’t.
It happens to everyone. We all have rough patches with our garden. Don’t worry about this run. I would start another journal as its the mistakes we learn from. You might be down about it now. But your Journal will help other people learn from your mistake. You cant learn if you don’t fail every now and then. Keep your head up and don’t let failures bring you down. Think of it as part of the learning experience.
You’re not alone there. Made more than a few mistakes so far because I can’t bring myself to give a shit about anything for a while, and when I do start caring again I’ve gone and fucked up pretty bad and it feels terrible looking at the situation you’ve created and feeling like you have no good reason for things to be this way. It can be embarrassing.
“Why do your plants look like trash?”
“I was tired…”
I feel ya, sometimes you just have to force yourself to take care of them. If it wasn’t for my daughter and my plants, I wouldn’t have sufficient motivation to even drag myself out of bed some days.
When this happens to me I say I ran out of bandwidth. Or my brain is being throttled.
Hah! Reframing things more positively is supposed to be something I’m working on, but I’m still struggling at that. But I really like your take. Gonna borrow it.
I find it’s just easier to explain to people than “I don’t give a fuck about anything.”
It’s more relatable I think.
Some of my favorite people are great at reframing life’s bullshit. Like, fuck you man, I’m being sad over here; don’t go making me smile.
But people who don’t understand don’t know when to stop the positive stuff, and you start to feel they’re disingenuous.
Sooo reframing works like this “my boss is an asshole” to “ thank God I have a job” but I still think he’s an asshole
Starting to feel a little better heads definitely getting back in the game. When it comes to my plants I don’t skip feeds but if I am feeling down I don’t even like to go be around them. I think they can sense it just like my dog. This month was a tough ride but like a cockroach I’m still here.
My triggers. Tight places. To many people at one time. Loud noises. Fireworks are the worst. Going with out sleep. Feeling like someone is staring me down with out saying hello.
That’s anxiety or potentially worse, my friend. Are you being treated for depression?
No. I’m good. I keep my thc levels high and I’m fine. I have been in the past. I’m good on the mind stuff. It makes it worse.
Thanks for asking. I’m getting it under control. I have seen a lot the past few years. We all have. The problem I’m having is the way we are punished for smoking grass. Look what’s happened and is happening everywhere. Even hate for who love and who you pray to. One love
I like music as a way to help me change my mood. I’ve learned I cannot change the past and try to look ahead instead and focus on what I can do to make things better. If I take time to actually tell the whole thing to someone else I lose that source as interaction usually. People, even friends, don’t want to hear the laundry list …save it for a paid therapist or be ostracized.
Social interaction gets limited when one of a couple is largely bed ridden.
Im new but same I feel the love here.
No time for depression
Fighting oppression and betterment
Used to get depressed then thought why try throw bleach in your eye the worlds a lie. Everyone dies live now for tomorrow is probably f*cked.
Hey guy I’m truly I’m truly feel Horrible of any place of all places HERE I was hoping I could make a difference. I’m asking as a man if someone could step in for me before I leave. I’m taking this responsibility seriously. This must be a thread on alert and checked at least once a day… please.
Not forever but help pass it on like I’m doing now.
The only reason I’m still fucking breathing is because I know the feeling of someone chosen to die over taking care of there son Twice over.
I KNOW it sounds strange. My lil brother’s father I thought was my Dad. I seen his body leaving our apartment.
BTW that wasn’t your father (after emotionally getting that thing together) I find out my father that was a Drug dealer in Baltimore at age 14 + My mother age 13 = Awesome fucking ass me.
I met my bio father for about a year.
Got called over the intercom to come to the office. Only to find my mother there. (Cool I’m getting out early. BUT WHAT PEOPLE DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHEN YOU EXPOSE YOUR KIDS TO THESE THINGS IT DONT TAKE LONG TO READ A ROOM.
From then on in there reading reading rooms for the rest of there lives. Just waiting. They don’t even care. They know he’s coming.
I learned my father too hung himself that day. I never called him dad…
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