Quote from: ChrissyRyan on Today at 01:10:11 PMThis comment is NOT directed to anyone specifically.
There are many problems in life. What is made and learned from them can shape a better future.
Those who have emotions, thoughts, and actions which might be called problematic should try to talk with someone who will listen and provide helpful guidance. A trained, professional counselor who can be objective may be the way to go.
Anger can be so destructive to relationships and self. I doubt anyone wants to be angry.
Big hugs to all who are struggling.
I wanted to quote you here so that I didn't derail that thread any further.
Here's the thing: I grew up in a house that was full of drunken domestic violence. I was so numb to it; by age 8, I was, more or less, dead inside.
There was a particularly brutal brawl that happened on Thanksgiving, 1985. It was BAD. I won't get into the details as to how it started. But I will say it's a combo of low intelligence mixed with alcohol. When things popped off, I just stood there and watched it, emotionless. The only time I felt anything was when my cousin began to cry and scream that 'this wasn't right'. I yelled at him: 'would you shut the *bleep* up?!" He responded by saying: "This isn't right, dawg!" (That spelling was intentional). I replied: "Well, that's just the way it is, man!" My mother got us all out of there.
When things would just get worse as the years went on, I was having darker and darker thoughts. My natal puberty really ratcheted up these thoughts.
It didn't help when my father suggested, when I was in fifth grade, that I should be in a psych ward. I knew what went on in those places and that, to me, was a fate worse than death.
Add all of the bullying that I suffered from during the entirety of my time in school, and unfortunately, I never dealt with that properly, and I just pushed it away with intoxicants. I had a period of time when it came bubbling back to the surface. I worked my way through it, for the most part. But some things still stick in my mind. I try to shoo them away like a mental housefly or a gnat, and that tends to work. (Yeah, that's a weird way to phrase that.) For the most part, it works.
I reached a point after many, many years where I was able to rebuild my psychological defenses, even though some family peeps think that I am 'too harsh'. But, whatever, that's their problem and not mine.
At this point, I find anger to be more beneficial. (Which is why I quoted you, in the first place.) Depression...now THAT will destroy me. Depression leads me to a path in my mind. That path has several branches and ALL of them lead to the end. That is why I would much rather be angry than depressed. I can find plenty of outlets for anger. Depression? Other than crying my eyes to certain My Dying Bride songs, I don't have a lot of options. Well, no good ones.
