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05/04/11(Wed)19:27 No.25645870>>25645611
Alright, story time.
I'm manic depressive. For the most part, if I get down about something, I can find a way to snap myself out of it. Every now and then though, I just get into this period where I feel like complete shit about myself, often for no reason.
However, over the timespan of about four days, I received all of the following news:
1. There was a significant chance my mom had cancer (thankfully this isn't true)
2. My grandma was probably going do die within the year (still sad but true)
3. I'm going to essentially be homeless for a few weeks this summer.
4. My grades are slipping
5. The anniversary of my girlfriend dumping me happened.
Coupled with my depression, I was actually very close to just saying fuck it, and killing myself. Not sensible, I know, but that's depression for you.
Anyway, I spent most of that morning trying to figure out the least painful method I had of doing it. I eventually decided on putting a hose from my car's tailpipe in the window, getting drunk, and gassing myself.
However, I happened to have my music on shuffle, and what should come on but "Giggle at the Ghostly."
And I started laughing. Just to see if it would help. It was forced at first. Then, I entered this sort of realm of insanity. I was literally cackling like a madman. I thought everything was fucking hysterical. I probably laughed nonstop for about 20 minutes straight. By the time I stopped, I realized what a fucking stupid thing I was about to do, and called my mom, and spent about 10 minutes crying on the phone with her.
But you know what? It was a good kind of crying. The kind you need to do to get over something. And I haven't gotten depressed since then, because that's not the way to deal with fears at all. |
