Manus_2

I suppose I can only speak for myself, but given the fact that I've chronically dwelt on my own misery on a timescale that approaches nearly a couple decades, there really doesn't seem to be any hope of coming back from that. It's even worse when you factor in those years where your brain is the most malleable it'll ever be. Past 25, the neuroplasticity of the brain drops off significantly. Granted, while there's still technically some wiggle room there, it's not nearly as much as rabid glass half-fullers (very) regularly overhype it to be. This not only makes forming new associations in the mind that much harder, but also makes all those pre-established pathways that trend towards depress

For myself, I'd have to say it's a little bit, to none at all.

And yes, yes, I'm well aware that the gym isn't a place wherein one can expect much of an improvement to their overall mental health. I suppose some are lucky enough to have that happen for them, especially if they only have mild expressions of what is otherwise just temporary sadness/boredom. With the problems I've got however, it simply isn't possible.

Personally, I've been going to the gym multiple times per week for over a year now. As a result, I'm in the best shape I've ever been in my "life", such as that amounts to. That's great and all, but what does it really mean at the end of the day? As it is, I just workout out

My life remains doomed to misery and hopelessness, especially since I still spend a vast majority of my time rotting away at home, but if nothing else, at least I was able to do this much. In a lot of ways, it's pretty absurd to improve my physical health, when the end result just means more years spent languishing in the same torment I've been enduring for so long now.

No matter how numb it is I get, and I'm number than a goddamned corpse at this point, it doesn't stop every single day from being a near constant onslaught of awful/uncomfortable moments. One would think that after a long enough time passes, you'd just get used to your "life" being an impossible to cope with nightmare, but nope. I suppose it largely goes without saying, but there's no coming to terms with the fact that you'll never experience joy, or bliss, or even the slightest tinge of genuine happiness. That'll you'll never make a comeback. Never hit your stride. Never come into your prime. After so many years of near constant stress, not to mention intense sensations of misery, it really

No matter how numb it is I get, and I'm number than a goddamned corpse at this point, it doesn't stop every single day from being a near constant onslaught of awful/uncomfortable moments. One would think that after a long enough time passes, you'd just get used to your "life" being an impossible to cope with nightmare, but nope. I suppose it largely goes without saying, but there's no coming to terms with the fact that you'll never experience joy, or bliss, or even the slightest tinge of genuine happiness. That'll you'll never make a comeback. Never hit your stride. Never come into your prime. After so many years of near constant stress, not to mention intense sensations of misery, it really

I suppose I can only speak for myself, but given the fact that I've chronically dwelt on my own misery on a timescale that approaches nearly a couple decades, there really doesn't seem to be any hope of coming back from that. It's even worse when you factor in those years where your brain is the most malleable it'll ever be. Past 25, the neuroplasticity of the brain drops off significantly. Granted, while there's still technically some wiggle room there, it's not nearly as much as rabid glass half-fullers (very) regularly overhype it to be. This not only makes forming new associations in the mind that much harder, but also makes all those pre-established pathways that trend towards depress

For myself, I'd have to say it's a little bit, to none at all.

And yes, yes, I'm well aware that the gym isn't a place wherein one can expect much of an improvement to their overall mental health. I suppose some are lucky enough to have that happen for them, especially if they only have mild expressions of what is otherwise just temporary sadness/boredom. With the problems I've got however, it simply isn't possible.

Personally, I've been going to the gym multiple times per week for over a year now. As a result, I'm in the best shape I've ever been in my "life", such as that amounts to. That's great and all, but what does it really mean at the end of the day? As it is, I just workout out

For myself, I'd have to say it's a little bit, to none at all.

And yes, yes, I'm well aware that the gym isn't a place wherein one can expect much of an improvement to their overall mental health. I suppose some are lucky enough to have that happen for them, especially if they only have mild expressions of what is otherwise just temporary sadness/boredom. With the problems I've got however, it simply isn't possible.

Personally, I've been going to the gym multiple times per week for over a year now. As a result, I'm in the best shape I've ever been in my "life", such as that amounts to. That's great and all, but what does it really mean at the end of the day? As it is, I just workout out

And yes, yes, I'm well aware that the gym isn't a place wherein one can expect much of an improvement to their overall mental health. I suppose some are lucky enough to have that happen for them, especially if they only have mild expressions of what is otherwise just temporary sadness/boredom. With the problems I've got however, it simply isn't possible.

Personally, I've been going to the gym multiple times per week for over a year now. As a result, I'm in the best shape I've ever been in my "life", such as that amounts to. That's great and all, but what does it really mean at the end of the day? As it is, I just workout out at the gym, and then come home to cook myself some food, maybe wa

It really, really does. At the same time, I'm well aware that a lot of materially successful FAs here would probably trade whatever success they have in a heartbeat for a guaranteed healthy/committed relationship.

For me personally however, I'm basically suffering from the opposite problem. In other words, I feel like I'd completely fail to capitalize on whatever relationship I might be able to find for myself someday, assuming it ever happens, on account of the regret/shame I have about not having done anything with my life. I'm so consumed by the betrayal I've perpetrated against myself by wasting all of my talents, and not possessing any sort of ambition, that I'd be too blind/insecure

Personally, I'm just too much of a coward to go through with it. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't be here. And for the record, anytime some faceless stranger out there on the internet tells me "it isn't too late!" or "you're not alone!", that only serves to make me want to end my own life more. Mainly because sentiments like that are so painfully, and frankly, disgustingly untrue/false that it can only land with the opposite effect of what was intended.

Things have been breaking down and falling apart within me for decades, mainly due to the ravages of depression, loneliness, and an all around hyper isolated existence in which I was totally cutoff from the rest of the world. As a result of that relentlessly going on for as long as it has, it just seems as if something has finally given way inside me, and that there's now truly nothing left. Like a smothered fire whose last embers have finally gone out. It's as if my body is just a facade covering over the crime of a triple homicide. A blood soaked house haunted by the ghost of my own murdered sense of humanity.

In either case, this also kills whatever unrealized capacity I might've had fo

And yeah, yeah, let's hear about all the bullshit backpedalling in regards to how improved physical health ≠ improved mental health, even when regular/vigorous exercise is inextricably linked to having better brain health and an increased capacity to feel good about yourself. But, I'll admit, that's not really the whole story, now is it? What it really comes down to is this: if you're really fucked up, then working out at the gym isn't going to do a single fucking thing for you. And wow, gee, so what the hell is supposed to help then? Therapy? Medication? Mindfulness? All of the above? What piece of self-help laden garbage would anyone like to throw at me next, or am I just simply too

And yeah, yeah, let's hear about all the bullshit backpedalling in regards to how improved physical health ≠ improved mental health, even when regular/vigorous exercise is inextricably linked to having better brain health and an increased capacity to feel good about yourself. But, I'll admit, that's not really the whole story, now is it? What it really comes down to is this: if you're really fucked up, then working out at the gym isn't going to do a single fucking thing for you. And wow, gee, so what the hell is supposed to help then? Therapy? Medication? Mindfulness? All of the above? What piece of self-help laden garbage would anyone like to throw at me next, or am I just simply too