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Do you have a mental illness that affects your life?

  • Yes

    Votes: 31 77.5%
  • No

    Votes: 3 7.5%
  • I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you

    Votes: 6 15.0%

  • Total voters
    40

alifinrox

Empath, attention whore
I've thought about doing this for awhile and with the pandemic, so many of us isolated with less outside support and here spending a lot of time reading such awful stories, i figured now is as good a time as any to create a compassionate space to discuss our mental issues and how they affect our lives.
 
Let's just say when mental illness affected my life I applied for a restraining order against someone.

Let's just say, when mental illness affected my life, I was locked up. Not because I committed any crime, but because I looked and talked like someone who was going to hurt the bad men.

But lock-down is pretty sweet... sure I can only go to work 3 days a week, but I like being at home....

I really need some kind of lubricant though. All this Pornhub is making me chafe....


Who sent you here to get info about my mental health?
You can tell them to fuck the fuck off.

Just remember. - Just because you are paranoid, it doesn't mean that they aren't out to get you.
 
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at 13 i was diagnosed with add (attention deficit), sed (seriously emotionally disturbed), ocd (obsessive compulsive), bipolar and something else i don't remember. My whole life, my entire family swore i had bpd (borderline personality) which i denied because until recently, bpd sufferers were painted as being emo manipulators who blow everything out of proportion for attention, when they really do feel like the world is falling down around them. When my sister got her psych degree and showed me a more compassionate, understanding symptom list i finally said that's 1000pc me.

If you ask me though, the conditions that really rule my life are my memory problem and the add, the ptsd and the bpd. I'm an empath (not a diagnosis i know) and codependent, then the opiate dependence. Idk if i became a junkie because i couldn't face the pain of the world sober or if my worldview was a result of the shit i lived through in my addiction but it doesn't matter.

I also have this weird type of self punishing depression where I've said awful things about myself like just cut off my arms and legs and kick my useless ass down a flight of stairs and leave me to die. Or I'll happen to think of something sad happening, like an old woman dropping her groceries, then i cry at the thought. Sometimes in a really bad relationship, i feel like i have to punish myself so they see how much i'm suffering and will HAVE to care. I'll sleep hidden in an uncomfortable corner.. Or sit still on the bathroom floor for hours, even though my butt and legs were asleep so i don't make any noise just to see if they care or notice I'm gone. Once i wrote on my body all the insults that my asperger ex had yelled at me during a fight, probably so he'd HAVE to feel bad and treat me better. When he wasn't capable of feeling at all.

I wish i could give little Ali a big hug because i really didn't deserve any of the shit that's happened to me. Being a drug baby, abused, neglected, foster child, homeless heroin addict widow at 24 a week before the wedding, losing 2 best friends and several other friends to dope, almost losing my arm, treated like shit by a dude for a decade because i didn't want him to be homeless, lied to by another, learning my own sister fucked around with my gf behind my back and knew she really wasn't dead but never told me, plagiarized my work etc. If i deserved any of it, I'd have admitted and fixed my flaws. I may be crazy but I'm far from stupid.

As if that weren't enough, i have another that brings me a lot of shame. I'm on the verge of being a higher class hoarder. I have just enough stuff to make my home need constant upkeep but still be in compliance with the state. I'm constantly cleaning and want to emphasize that my son is healthy clean safe and thriving although he could use more space. i just keep my depression and apathy inward to where i literally will wear the same band tshirt and sweats for days without changing or showering even though i have a 20k plus wardrobe easily. I don't clip my toenails nearly often enough sometimes. Same pigtails for days stuff like that. I miss rocking it out, being hot af and proud of myself like i was running my own business and even back to beauty school. Although every new self improvement i made in my life back then always brought heartbreak when i saw that no, people STILL don't give a shit about me now that I'm off heroin/got my grill fixed up/became a stylist/my band has a cd etc. It's like the world only loved me when I was skinny slutty stripping and strung out and i have a complex about society and beauty because of it.

There's a great ted talk by johann hari on addiction and disorder being the result of an emotionally and socially unsupportive environment. I've seen it in action in myself in my relationships. When my soulmate was alive, he always complimented me, talked me up, showed me off and treated me like the queen i am. I knew that i would always be the hottest and baddest chick in or out of the club to him, and in return i was the most supportive inspiring chill confident person. On the other hand when I'm lied to, unloved, ignored, insulted, i become a version of myself i don't like- neurotic, argumentative, clingy. I truly disappoint myself at these times because i know I'm not some pathetic ankle puppy.

I've been around here for years after lurking for years, and when i was pregnant with my now almost 2 year old doll boy, i felt i had to leave here for my sanity and family. I'm such an addict- always pushing boundaries and running anything i like into the ground until i never want it again. And the constant being on this site in addition to only watching true crime on tv and arguing with people over politics instead of enjoying my family/blessings in my own real life was taking its toll via arguments with my dude and constant invasive destructive/evil thoughts of suffering in my mind.

But something keeps me coming back here still, and when i came back at the beginning of the shutdowns, i was excited to catch up and tell you guys all about my baby and my progress. I was scared to die, grateful to be alive and i had so many plans for how to best use this time at home. But since then, i don't like the familiar path I'm slipping down. I know I wore out my welcome in shoutbox and i never meant any offense to anyone by being inappropriate, oversharing, posting things in the wrong places etc. My optimism and gratitude is giving way to petty political arguments, perpetual hangovers and a 5am bedtime.

So if i fall off the face of the earth again, know that it's because i had to work on reminding MYSELF of my own awesomeness instead of still trying to seek approval from the wrong people at inappropriate places and times. I forget sometimes that you guys didn't know me through everything cool I've done and lived through.

All the same, the fact that there are so many assholes in the world just makes other awesome people that much more spesh and important to hang onto. Thx to @Siobhan , @Alf , @CalicoJack , @BuffettGirl , @Bampot , @roadsidehorror , @Nell , @Metalfan12396 , and @Old Man Metal for offering me a guitar lesson, always being nice to me, bold fairying me, sticking up for me, being awesome, making me laugh and answering my tech questions. (And my former second dd crush lol)
 
at 13 i was diagnosed with add (attention deficit), sed (seriously emotionally disturbed), ocd (obsessive compulsive), bipolar and something else i don't remember. My whole life, my entire family swore i had bpd (borderline personality) which i denied because until recently, bpd sufferers were painted as being emo manipulators who blow everything out of proportion for attention, when they really do feel like the world is falling down around them. When my sister got her psych degree and showed me a more compassionate, understanding symptom list i finally said that's 1000pc me.

If you ask me though, the conditions that really rule my life are my memory problem and the add, the ptsd and the bpd. I'm an empath (not a diagnosis i know) and codependent, then the opiate dependence. Idk if i became a junkie because i couldn't face the pain of the world sober or if my worldview was a result of the shit i lived through in my addiction but it doesn't matter.

I also have this weird type of self punishing depression where I've said awful things about myself like just cut off my arms and legs and kick my useless ass down a flight of stairs and leave me to die. Or I'll happen to think of something sad happening, like an old woman dropping her groceries, then i cry at the thought. Sometimes in a really bad relationship, i feel like i have to punish myself so they see how much i'm suffering and will HAVE to care. I'll sleep hidden in an uncomfortable corner.. Or sit still on the bathroom floor for hours, even though my butt and legs were asleep so i don't make any noise just to see if they care or notice I'm gone. Once i wrote on my body all the insults that my asperger ex had yelled at me during a fight, probably so he'd HAVE to feel bad and treat me better. When he wasn't capable of feeling at all.

I wish i could give little Ali a big hug because i really didn't deserve any of the shit that's happened to me. Being a drug baby, abused, neglected, foster child, homeless heroin addict widow at 24 a week before the wedding, losing 2 best friends and several other friends to dope, almost losing my arm, treated like shit by a dude for a decade because i didn't want him to be homeless, lied to by another, learning my own sister fucked around with my gf behind my back and knew she really wasn't dead but never told me, plagiarized my work etc. If i deserved any of it, I'd have admitted and fixed my flaws. I may be crazy but I'm far from stupid.

As if that weren't enough, i have another that brings me a lot of shame. I'm on the verge of being a higher class hoarder. I have just enough stuff to make my home need constant upkeep but still be in compliance with the state. I'm constantly cleaning and want to emphasize that my son is healthy clean safe and thriving although he could use more space. i just keep my depression and apathy inward to where i literally will wear the same band tshirt and sweats for days without changing or showering even though i have a 20k plus wardrobe easily. I don't clip my toenails nearly often enough sometimes. Same pigtails for days stuff like that. I miss rocking it out, being hot af and proud of myself like i was running my own business and even back to beauty school. Although every new self improvement i made in my life back then always brought heartbreak when i saw that no, people STILL don't give a shit about me now that I'm off heroin/got my grill fixed up/became a stylist/my band has a cd etc. It's like the world only loved me when I was skinny slutty stripping and strung out and i have a complex about society and beauty because of it.

There's a great ted talk by johann hari on addiction and disorder being the result of an emotionally and socially unsupportive environment. I've seen it in action in myself in my relationships. When my soulmate was alive, he always complimented me, talked me up, showed me off and treated me like the queen i am. I knew that i would always be the hottest and baddest chick in or out of the club to him, and in return i was the most supportive inspiring chill confident person. On the other hand when I'm lied to, unloved, ignored, insulted, i become a version of myself i don't like- neurotic, argumentative, clingy. I truly disappoint myself at these times because i know I'm not some pathetic ankle puppy.

I've been around here for years after lurking for years, and when i was pregnant with my now almost 2 year old doll boy, i felt i had to leave here for my sanity and family. I'm such an addict- always pushing boundaries and running anything i like into the ground until i never want it again. And the constant being on this site in addition to only watching true crime on tv and arguing with people over politics instead of enjoying my family/blessings in my own real life was taking its toll via arguments with my dude and constant invasive destructive/evil thoughts of suffering in my mind.

But something keeps me coming back here still, and when i came back at the beginning of the shutdowns, i was excited to catch up and tell you guys all about my baby and my progress. I was scared to die, grateful to be alive and i had so many plans for how to best use this time at home. But since then, i don't like the familiar path I'm slipping down. I know I wore out my welcome in shoutbox and i never meant any offense to anyone by being inappropriate, oversharing, posting things in the wrong places etc. My optimism and gratitude is giving way to petty political arguments, perpetual hangovers and a 5am bedtime.

So if i fall off the face of the earth again, know that it's because i had to work on reminding MYSELF of my own awesomeness instead of still trying to seek approval from the wrong people at inappropriate places and times. I forget sometimes that you guys didn't know me through everything cool I've done and lived through.

All the same, the fact that there are so many assholes in the world just makes other awesome people that much more spesh and important to hang onto. Thx to @Siobhan , @Alf , @CalicoJack , @BuffettGirl , @Bampot , @roadsidehorror , @Nell , @Metalfan12396 , and @Old Man Metal for offering me a guitar lesson, always being nice to me, bold fairying me, sticking up for me, being awesome, making me laugh and answering my tech questions. (And my former second dd crush lol)

Don’t leave unless it will help you. I come and go in how much I’m here on a daily basis. Sometimes I’m super done, but I always come back. I get shit for lots of things, always have, always will. But man it has been worth it. If for nothing else than the friends I’ve made, and the husband I gained. @ghosttruck

Suck it anyone who wants to dull our shine.
 
at 13 i was diagnosed with add (attention deficit), sed (seriously emotionally disturbed), ocd (obsessive compulsive), bipolar and something else i don't remember. My whole life, my entire family swore i had bpd (borderline personality) which i denied because until recently, bpd sufferers were painted as being emo manipulators who blow everything out of proportion for attention, when they really do feel like the world is falling down around them. When my sister got her psych degree and showed me a more compassionate, understanding symptom list i finally said that's 1000pc me.

If you ask me though, the conditions that really rule my life are my memory problem and the add, the ptsd and the bpd. I'm an empath (not a diagnosis i know) and codependent, then the opiate dependence. Idk if i became a junkie because i couldn't face the pain of the world sober or if my worldview was a result of the shit i lived through in my addiction but it doesn't matter.

I also have this weird type of self punishing depression where I've said awful things about myself like just cut off my arms and legs and kick my useless ass down a flight of stairs and leave me to die. Or I'll happen to think of something sad happening, like an old woman dropping her groceries, then i cry at the thought. Sometimes in a really bad relationship, i feel like i have to punish myself so they see how much i'm suffering and will HAVE to care. I'll sleep hidden in an uncomfortable corner.. Or sit still on the bathroom floor for hours, even though my butt and legs were asleep so i don't make any noise just to see if they care or notice I'm gone. Once i wrote on my body all the insults that my asperger ex had yelled at me during a fight, probably so he'd HAVE to feel bad and treat me better. When he wasn't capable of feeling at all.

I wish i could give little Ali a big hug because i really didn't deserve any of the shit that's happened to me. Being a drug baby, abused, neglected, foster child, homeless heroin addict widow at 24 a week before the wedding, losing 2 best friends and several other friends to dope, almost losing my arm, treated like shit by a dude for a decade because i didn't want him to be homeless, lied to by another, learning my own sister fucked around with my gf behind my back and knew she really wasn't dead but never told me, plagiarized my work etc. If i deserved any of it, I'd have admitted and fixed my flaws. I may be crazy but I'm far from stupid.

As if that weren't enough, i have another that brings me a lot of shame. I'm on the verge of being a higher class hoarder. I have just enough stuff to make my home need constant upkeep but still be in compliance with the state. I'm constantly cleaning and want to emphasize that my son is healthy clean safe and thriving although he could use more space. i just keep my depression and apathy inward to where i literally will wear the same band tshirt and sweats for days without changing or showering even though i have a 20k plus wardrobe easily. I don't clip my toenails nearly often enough sometimes. Same pigtails for days stuff like that. I miss rocking it out, being hot af and proud of myself like i was running my own business and even back to beauty school. Although every new self improvement i made in my life back then always brought heartbreak when i saw that no, people STILL don't give a shit about me now that I'm off heroin/got my grill fixed up/became a stylist/my band has a cd etc. It's like the world only loved me when I was skinny slutty stripping and strung out and i have a complex about society and beauty because of it.

There's a great ted talk by johann hari on addiction and disorder being the result of an emotionally and socially unsupportive environment. I've seen it in action in myself in my relationships. When my soulmate was alive, he always complimented me, talked me up, showed me off and treated me like the queen i am. I knew that i would always be the hottest and baddest chick in or out of the club to him, and in return i was the most supportive inspiring chill confident person. On the other hand when I'm lied to, unloved, ignored, insulted, i become a version of myself i don't like- neurotic, argumentative, clingy. I truly disappoint myself at these times because i know I'm not some pathetic ankle puppy.

I've been around here for years after lurking for years, and when i was pregnant with my now almost 2 year old doll boy, i felt i had to leave here for my sanity and family. I'm such an addict- always pushing boundaries and running anything i like into the ground until i never want it again. And the constant being on this site in addition to only watching true crime on tv and arguing with people over politics instead of enjoying my family/blessings in my own real life was taking its toll via arguments with my dude and constant invasive destructive/evil thoughts of suffering in my mind.

But something keeps me coming back here still, and when i came back at the beginning of the shutdowns, i was excited to catch up and tell you guys all about my baby and my progress. I was scared to die, grateful to be alive and i had so many plans for how to best use this time at home. But since then, i don't like the familiar path I'm slipping down. I know I wore out my welcome in shoutbox and i never meant any offense to anyone by being inappropriate, oversharing, posting things in the wrong places etc. My optimism and gratitude is giving way to petty political arguments, perpetual hangovers and a 5am bedtime.

So if i fall off the face of the earth again, know that it's because i had to work on reminding MYSELF of my own awesomeness instead of still trying to seek approval from the wrong people at inappropriate places and times. I forget sometimes that you guys didn't know me through everything cool I've done and lived through.

All the same, the fact that there are so many assholes in the world just makes other awesome people that much more spesh and important to hang onto. Thx to @Siobhan , @Alf , @CalicoJack , @BuffettGirl , @Bampot , @roadsidehorror , @Nell , @Metalfan12396 , and @Old Man Metal for offering me a guitar lesson, always being nice to me, bold fairying me, sticking up for me, being awesome, making me laugh and answering my tech questions. (And my former second dd crush lol)
I'll add another category. I'm not sure? I've been diagnosed with anxiety disorder, but having Asperger's, for me, means I don't recognize it... @alifinrox - my Aspie-ness goes the opposite way of your ex's, I get engulfed by caring too much. I'm pretty sure it's what leads to the anxiety stuff.. Thanks for sharing your story with us. ❤
People that dont care do not make it far in life,keep that in mind.
 
People that dont care do not make it far in life,keep that in mind.
You probably are of sounder mind than i, because the majority of what I've seen has been good people constantly getting screwed and dying young and the assholes that live forever keep leaving destruction in their wake, never seeming to pay for the tornado of destruction they leave behind.
But every now and then, i get to see karma in action and it can be pretty sweet.

Don’t leave unless it will help you. I come and go in how much I’m here on a daily basis. Sometimes I’m super done, but I always come back. I get shit for lots of things, always have, always will. But man it has been worth it. If for nothing else than the friends I’ve made, and the husband I gained. @ghosttruck

Suck it anyone who wants to dull our shine.
I go thru the same shit but haven't been able to apply that all important concept just yet, balance. I missed you and roadside the most when i left last time. Ty for being you! ❤
I'll add another category. I'm not sure? I've been diagnosed with anxiety disorder, but having Asperger's, for me, means I don't recognize it... @alifinrox - my Aspie-ness goes the opposite way of your ex's, I get engulfed by caring too much. I'm pretty sure it's what leads to the anxiety stuff.. Thanks for sharing your story with us. ❤
Ty for not leaving me hanging! I had no clue that aspergers could be anything other than what i experienced with my ex. Like when my band had our ep and merch come out he said so what shitty bands get signed all the time. !!! And you're supposed to be my dude?
Do you have computer brain too like he did?

Love and light to all.
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Who sent you here to get info about my mental health?
You can tell them to fuck the fuck off.
Well he said his name was bob but the nerd glasses with the big moustache and the bigger nose made me think that might not be his real name after all.
 
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Am I mentally ill... I guess it depends on how you look at it. I've been diagnosed with PTSD, but medication keeps it fairly under control most of the time. I've had bouts of depression over the years, but not recently. Considering my childhood, I should be shooting strangers from a freeway overpass, but I'm not. I've actually turned out quite well and have had much success and high achievement in my life. Does my extremely traumatic past affect me to this day? Yes, it does, but I choose not to let it define me. My glass will always be half full.
 
Everyone has some sort of mental illness, everyone.

Myself, I'm on the spectrum of Aspergers, diagnosed with PTSD, and depression. I also have a self induced drinking problem and am mildly suicidal.

But you know what? Those are my damn problems and I do my best to not to involve others with them, unless I go to a professional and that's their job. I don't do the "cry for help" bullshit, I don't calm to be a victim, and I don't try to be an attention whore. That's fucking narcissism and I can't stand narcissist. Those are fucking losers trying to get the world to think they are special, which, they defiantly are not.

Anyone who wants support for their mental health, do what I do, seek counselling.
 
I went to a shrink for depression, but gave up on it when the meds didn't work, but it was a lesson on how there is no pill really although some meds may help with some symptoms. Instead I went on a spiritual journey and had an "awakening". When I started trying to talk about my relevations, someone pointed me to The Four Agreements.

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The Four Agreements are:

1. Be Impeccable with your Word:
Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the Word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your Word in the direction of truth and love.

2. Don’t Take Anything Personally
Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.

3. Don’t Make Assumptions
Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.

4. Always Do Your Best
Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret.

Understanding how to Integrate and Live the practices

Upon reading don Miguel’s wisdom many people have their eyes opened to a new possibility for living life. They get excited when they see the potential for happiness, love, and respect with themselves and their relationships. What they fail to see is the challenges and resistance the mind will have to living just one of the agreements. Don Miguel briefly mentions these challenges in his book, but people fixate on the four chapters with the agreements and seem to miss these other important points. This is often the set up for expectations that lead to disappointment and frustration.

Domestication

During our early life we began making agreements. Our parents rewarded us when we did what they wanted and they punished us when we didn’t. We also learned behaviors and habits in school, church, and from other adults and children on the playground. The tools of reward and punishment were often emotional and sometimes physical. The impact of other people’s opinions and reactions to us became a very strong force in the habits we created. In this process we created agreements in our mind of who we should be, what we shouldn’t be, who we were, and who we were not. Over time we learned to live our life based on the agreements in our own mind. We learned to live according to the agreements that came from the opinion of others. In this process of domestication it turns out that the choices we make and the life we live is more driven by the opinions we learned from others than one we would choose on our own.

Why Living the Four Agreements Is Such a Challenge

We have out of years of habit not paid attention to how we express our self. The responses that come out of our mouth are often automatic. They were learned from years of habit living by the agreements we learned. We do not consciously choose our words, or the emotion, tone, and attitude that we express.

Over years our mind has filled with beliefs that generate incessant thinking. In all that thinking we have many assumptions that we are not aware of. We even make the assumption that what we think is true. We imagine and assume what others think of us and how they will react. We also assume that the judgments and self criticisms we have are true. We have learned to make so many assumptions that we aren’t aware of. These assumptions are not the truth. These assumptions and the faith we express in them is just one way that we are not impeccable with our word.

Through our domestication we have also learned to take things personally. We assume that when someone has an opinion about us that their opinion is valid. Their opinion becomes our belief about our self. We end up having an emotional reaction to our own belief because we assumed their opinion it is true. We can also take personally our own opinions. We take personally our own self judgments. These self judgments are nothing more than an assumption. Over years the mind has developed many habits of making assumptions and taking them personally.

Just because you adopt the Four Agreements doesn’t mean that all these habits in the mind will stop with that commitment.

When you decide to change your life and adopt the Four Agreements you are challenging the beliefs you learned and the habits you practiced since your childhood domestication.

Adopting the Four Agreements creates a conflict in the mind between expressing your self Impeccably with love and your existing fear based beliefs.

Avoiding Double Jeopardy

One of the hidden assumptions that people often make when adopting the Four Agreements is about time. Without awareness the mind makes the assumption that they should immediately be able to keep the Four Agreements 100% of the time. The mind completely ignores that there are already existing agreements and habits of taking things personally that have been in place for years.

With the expectation of the new agreement that we will not break any of the Four Agreements we are set up for failure. We have an emotional reaction and take something personally which feels bad. (but is completely normal part of our old habits) But then the inner judge reprimands us for failing to not take something personally. Now we feel twice as bad. The inner judge tells us that we failed and the voice of the victim in the mind accepts this proposal.

The result is that we are not only upset, but we also feel like a failure. If you just look at your emotional state at this point it will seem like things are getting worse instead of better. It can seem like attempting to keep the Four Agreements is causing more problems and making you feel worse.

If you are aware that you are judging your self for taking something personally, you can feel even worse. Your inner judge might use that awareness to judge and reject your self for judging your self for taking something personally. In the beginning the myriad of voices in your head are likely to use your new found awareness as material for self judgment. This is when the fourth agreement, Always Do Your Best, is most important. It gives you immunity from self judgment. Your best isn’t perfect practice of these agreements on day one. Your best will include a lot of stumbling in the beginning and improve over time as you practice. Just like walking, learning a language, or playing a sport, you can’t play at top level on your first day learning.

Awakening

In actuality the problem is not that you adopted the Four Agreements. Nor is the problem that you are a failure. What is really happening is that you are having an awakening. You are waking up to how your mind makes assumptions, has emotional reactions, and is so quick to make self judgments. These realizations about the belief system in your mind are not usually pleasant but are part of an awakening. It is usually uncomfortable realization, but through it your awareness is growing.

With some more awareness and practice you can move beyond this uncomfortable awakening about the mind. You will come to see that it is not You that is judging your self for failing. It is the inner judge. With practice you will see the ridiculous expectations and assumptions for what they are and not feel like a failure when you lapse in your journey to impeccability. This comes as you gain more awareness and gain more personal power over your agreements.

The Challenge of a Spiritual Warrior

Don Miguel refers to some of these challenges throughout the book. However, in the excitement of the Truth in what don Miguel writes, people often overlook where he points out that this endeavor is not easy. The agreements may be simple, but he never says they are easy to keep.

At the same time living the Four Agreements has taken me on the most rewarding and profound journey of happiness and fulfillment beyond anything I could have imagined. The hard work in the beginning is rewarded to me in every interaction every day of my life. This is a very big return for a small investment of time and effort.

Don Miguel refers to people who decide to adopt the Four Agreements and create love and happiness in their life as Spiritual Warriors. It is Spiritual because it is about living your Life. It is also referred to as a war because you are challenging the old fear based beliefs in your mind. It will take more than a week and a half to break free of fear, the tyranny of the inner judge, and old emotional habits. There will be some battles lost along the way, but that is of minor concern in the longer term strategy of creating happiness in your life.

The Quest for Personal Freedom

The quest of a Spiritual Warrior is for Personal Freedom. Personal Freedom means freedom from fear, illusions, and the fear based beliefs in the mind. In essence it means to win the war over the beliefs in the mind. It is with Personal Freedom that we are free of the human condition of emotional suffering. Spiritual traditions around the world have their own names for this state of awareness including nirvana and heaven. It is a state that is simply described as living your life with unconditional love, gratitude, and respect, for your self, and for others.
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I will send a copy of the book to anyone who is willing to apply the principles. It is harder than it might sound, but it will clear your mind so the only voice you hear is your own inner voice and not the multitude of conflicting voices that go round and round without ever reaching a conclusion. Also gone will be the self-judgment that makes you feel like you aren't even worth the effort. When I say it will change your life, I really mean it but that will only happen if you really want it to. Possibly for the first time in your life, you will be truly free and in harmony in body, mind, and spirit.
 
Well he said his name was bob but the nerd glasses with the big moustache and the bigger nose made me think that might not be his real name after all.
I knew my paranoia was real.

Seriously, mental illness runs rampant in my family.
I suffer constantly. If its not my own pain trying to get me from the inside, its one of my family members trying to get me from the outside.
The OCD i suffer from is so fucked up.
I think some people have useful OCD it might be a good thing to know how many fence boards are around your back yard. Or how many posts hold it up. Or how many steps it takes to get from the front door to the mailbox.
Mines not like that. Mine is broken. I start counting in the middle of walking somewhere so im counting for nothing. Counting counting counting but i never have a true count of anything. Not even when i truely want/need to know something. I have to count in piles of 10. Like if i want to count a deck of cards. I cant count 1 to 52. Some where in the middle without being aware i will skip a bunch of numbers and counting 77 78 79.... .... wait a minute, there is only 52 cards in a deck. Fuck it, i didnt want to play solitaire anyway.

My mother is severely mentally ill but since ahe stopped talking to me, not my burden.
One of my sons has add and autisim. He was in special ed from grade 2 until he graduated. He has a great job and family now. It sounds simple but it was a lot of work our whole lives together.

I probably could go on for a long time. The thing is, i dont want to. Im balancing on a very then wire.
I fear talking about it might throw me out of balance. So i just keep on keeping on.

I hope you dont check out of here again. But that is me being selfish. You do what you need to do.
 
Aww it's awesome waking up to this.

@Keepalowprofile , you were one of the only ones to check in while i was gone and i forgot to give u a special ty for that. You're awesome. And even awesome-r now that i know we do the exact same shit... i start counting my steps from random places too! You describe it so perfectly. My goal is to have an even number of steps by the time i step off the curb but like you said, it's meaningless if you just start counting from some random point. I wonder what else we have in common!

@Brillig what state are u in hun? Do they have recreational or medical there? Ill ask my dude since he knows a lot about weed. It's all a bunch of words to me. He gets really crabby and feels hopeless and reserved a lot and i can at least tell you his favorite for all that is blue dream. We do sativa leaning hybrids that aren't known to exacerbate anxiety our make your heart race. Although if we have enough munni we'll get something indica leaning too.

@Future_Milf what meds have worked well for you personally?

@Satanica thank you for bringing a more dbt/cbt approach. And for reminding me about the four agreements. That's the path i want to take personally. I don't take meds because i don't want to spend more of my life dependent on a outside source. Although that's the thing about mental illness...you don't realize or even care sometimes that help is out there and a better life is possible. For some that means meds for others that means weed. I love that we're covering multiple options.

@Craygor though i admire your strength and resolve, i gotta throw in there that while you are absolutely right about some people using suicide threats etc as a means of being self centered and narcissistic, at least in the world of drug or alcohol recovery, a key component is realizing that you DO deserve better and that it's ok to stand up for yourself. You don't think there's anything about you that makes you special and worthy of help? Like anything else, maybe it's about balance and picking your battles.

@Sejanus do you think it's something you'll struggle worth for your whole life? Personally I'm intrigued by dialectic/cognitive behavioral therapy aka recognizing and reversing thinking errors etc. For example when I'm already pissed off or in fuck it mode, i tend to act out therefore exacerbating my initial distress. I feel like everything's a catastrophe. Rude strangers bother me for hours and ruin my whole day sometimes. If i can turn things like this around, maybe i won't need meds?
 
You don't think there's anything about you that makes you special and worthy of help? Like anything else, maybe it's about balance and picking your battles.
No, I do not think I am special or worthy of any special treatment. "Balance" and "picking battles" are traits, on a planet of 7.8 billion people, those are hardly "special". Though, I will admit someone else might think I'm special (ie, family, friends, lovers), but I don't consider myself so. People who think themselves as "special" has a tendency to place themselves above others, which I deplore. I think people should do their best for society with the time they have and don't delude themselves into thinking they themselves as "special and unique", because everyone is "special and unique", which means, no one is.
 
@Keepalowprofile , you were one of the only ones to check in while i was gone and i forgot to give u a special ty for that. You're awesome. And even awesome-r now that i know we do the exact same shit... i start counting my steps from random places too! You describe it so perfectly. My goal is to have an even number of steps by the time i step off the curb but like you said, it's meaningless if you just start counting from some random point. I wonder what else we have in common
I love that you told me this. I have never known anyone else that has the same problem.
So you understand how stupid and meaningless it is. Honestly, i wouldnt mind at all knowing the true count of things.
 
Have you found particular strains of cannabis that are more helpful for your PTSD? I'd be especially interested in strains that lower anxiety without making me a couch potato.
Indica is better for relaxing your mind but its going to relax your body as well. Sativa if you need to spring clean, reorganize the hall closet and do your laundry but your mind is going to go into high gear as well.
 
I love that you told me this. I have never known anyone else that has the same problem.
So you understand how stupid and meaningless it is. Honestly, i wouldnt mind at all knowing the true count of things.
Neither have i! We have to be Facebook friends now!!
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No, I do not think I am special or worthy of any special treatment. "Balance" and "picking battles" are traits, on a planet of 7.8 billion people, those are hardly "special". Though, I will admit someone else might think I'm special (ie, family, friends, lovers), but I don't consider myself so. People who think themselves as "special" has a tendency to place themselves above others, which I deplore. I think people should do their best for society with the time they have and don't delude themselves into thinking they themselves as "special and unique", because everyone is "special and unique", which means, no one is.
Fair enough.
 
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@Brillig what state are u in hun? Do they have recreational or medical there? Ill ask my dude since he knows a lot about weed. It's all a bunch of words to me. He gets really crabby and feels hopeless and reserved a lot and i can at least tell you his favorite for all that is blue dream. We do sativa leaning hybrids that aren't known to exacerbate anxiety our make your heart race. Although if we have enough munni we'll get something indica leaning too.
I'm next door to you in Washington, where it's legal. Shops are even open during the pandemic, with curbside service, because they are "essential". I'm willing to hear any and all recommendations, but especially looking for those that would address PTSD or help with anxiety. Oddly, I'm not a generally anxious person at all, it's only when my PTSD gets triggered that I have an issue. Having something that could quickly tackle that anxiety, before it spins itself up into a full blown panic attack, while still leaving me functional, would be super awesome.
 
I'm next door to you in Washington, where it's legal. Shops are even open during the pandemic, with curbside service, because they are "essential". I'm willing to hear any and all recommendations, but especially looking for those that would address PTSD or help with anxiety. Oddly, I'm not a generally anxious person at all, it's only when my PTSD gets triggered that I have an issue. Having something that could quickly tackle that anxiety, before it spins itself up into a full blown panic attack, while still leaving me functional, would be super awesome.
Now i remember you saying you're from WA.
I meant to mention that my dude mainly suffers from social anxiety and anxiety in general as well as the bpd and depression. I'd start with blue dream. Tell me what u thought of it if you try it! He's like night and day with blue dream... Laughing, talking, coming out of his shell etc. It's as much of a treat for me as it is for him. I think it'd really help.
 
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Have you found particular strains of cannabis that are more helpful for your PTSD? I'd be especially interested in strains that lower anxiety without making me a couch potato.


@Keepalowprofile

Nailed it! It's really hard to recomend a strain. You can go to 3 shops and get the same strain.
Each one will be different! It all depends on phenotypes, time of harvest and the cure. If you have a safe place to garden? Get a good Indica, a good hybrid and a good Sativa. Usually if you harvest an indica early you don't have to deal with couch lock. So grow, harvest in stages and test, test, test!
 
Well, as everyone else in chiming in, y'all are passing the courage stick, and it's come 'round to me now.

My depression started when I was 17, and it just never went away.
I kept it to myself. I was afraid that I'd be told I had schizophrenia like my father, even though I had no hallucinations, or magical thinking, I was still fearful.
At 34 it boiled over, with my emotions all over the place, rapid cycling and intense manic insomnia episodes, and I sought treatment.
The initial diagnosis was clinical depression, and I knew from having read so much on my father's condition, that when the Dr. told me I'd be on the anti-depressants for life, it was no surprise.

About 6 years ago, it was updated to include Asperger's (not something that was well known when I was a child), and also given a further diagnosis of PTSD with a rage disorder.
I had always thought the rage disorder was a precursor to the depression, and possibly partly a causation of the depression.
The second diagnoses actually informed me that it was more probable that my PTSD was the initial contributor, and the rage was a small part of the Asperger's, but primarily due to the PTSD, which had also lead to the depression. My neurologist and analyst let me know that my conditions were not due to genetics from my father as I had always feared, but a combination of a child with frustrations that they couldn't express (Asperger's) and didn't always get social cues (still often don't), along with the abuse that goes back as far as I remember, hence the PTSD, and this combination had eventually evolved to depression in my mid-late teens.

Also, like @BuffettGirl , my Asperger's presents in an over-caring way, and my rages usually break out when I see or feel great injustices or intentional suffering of others, by cruel people.
Man, the wild rages I would fly off and into when watching "Billy Jack", or "Born Losers", like when the older kids would dump flour on the Indigenous teen's head, or when the crooked Popo and his bigoted buddies in the town raided the school and shot the kids, killing the one little boy who played guitar with a prosthetic arm holding the pick - I swear, I don't know how my dad would keep me cool and calm afterwards, but he would.
He may have heard voices, and would see Jesus' sandals in the bathroom, but he was a deeply caring and loving parent, and I think my capacity to love comes directly from him and his mother - without them in my life growing up, I'd have killed myself before I reached age 10. The first time I wanted to, I was 5, and I thought, "If I just stick this knife in my belly, she'll never be able to hurt me again.".
I didn't know that I was supposed to tell on my mom, or that I could. By the time I realized that, I was in my teens and far too afraid of reprisal, and really thought she'd end up beating me to death if I ever told anyone.
I finally told my dad and grandmother when I was 20, and they cried for weeks. I never knew it, but my father would have taken me away had he ever even suspected.

Now, I just look at it as it is what it is, and that's that.
I've always used humor in public situations when I'm not fully understanding the social cues, as I'd rather people laugh from my intentionally being funny/silly, then laugh at me because I don't understand what's going on socially behind the scenes or in people's minds.
As long as I stay on my anti-depressants, it's all okay, except for the tardive dyskinesia, a permanent side effect from being on Paxil for 16 years, and now Cymbalta for the past 4.5 years.
So I twitch sometimes *shrugs*, if people see it, I just play it off like a Dave Chappelle character, like my man, "Tyrone Biggums". ;)

*twitch* *jerk*
(rubs some powder under my nose) "We had a pile of crack this high!" (raises hand to armpit level) -TB :p

Thanks so much for this thread @alifinrox , it really feels good to be able to let the guard down sometimes and just be yourself, and true with yourself and with others!
*However each of our selves may be, we are who we are, and as long as we don't intentionally harm others for the sake of causing pain alone, then we're all okay, and good people*.

"Nothing in the universe is perfect. If perfection existed anywhere in the universe, we would not be here."
- Dr. Stephen Hawking


ETA: I also have some OCD issues, but those are well controlled, except for the constant need to wash my hands - that I attribute to all the years in laboratories, doing microbiology where sterility's a must, and from tens of thousands of CBOD's I've ran (and still dream I'm doing it, lol!) on both raw influent wastewater (raw sewage before treatment in a wastewater plant) and final effluent wastewater (after treatment through a wastewater plant).
The fact that I'm aware of them is probably 80+% why I can control them fairly easily.
 
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Our life experiences make us who and what we are.
Recognizing that fact within ourselves is what helps each of us to over come our past history.
If I were told I could go back in time to change anything thing I wish, I would change nothing, for my life experiences combined make me who and what I am today, and if I changed any tiny thing, I might not be where I am, with who I am today - and that has made all the difference. ;)
 
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