The Wednesday Wellness threads are meant to encourage users to ask for and provide advice and motivation to improve their lives. It isn't intended as a 'containment thread' and any content which could go here could instead be posted in its own thread. You could post:
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Requests for advice and / or encouragement. On basically any topic and for any scale of problem.
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Encouragement. Probably best directed at specific users, but if you feel like just encouraging people in general I don't think anyone is going to object. I don't think I really need to say this, but just to be clear; encouragement should have a generally positive tone and not shame people (if people feel that shame might be an effective tool for motivating people, please discuss this so we can form a group consensus on how to use it rather than just trying it).
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I wrote an essay. It's beautiful. Too beautiful. I'm probably not going to post it, and my reasons for not wanting to post it are sensible and ugly.
Why? Well, I'm the best shrink I've ever had. Or the worst one. This is mostly because I'm still awaiting a more senior psychiatrist (no comments on their merit, since I haven't met them yet, and that's the fucking problem). I had to take drastic measures. I did the right thing, for mostly right reasons; I knew the odds, and still flew too close to the sun.
I've complained to myself that I'm too sane for my own good. And that it might not be an entirely bad idea to exchange a little bit of sanity for a medium dose of happiness. Well, my brain red-lined, I saw an amber light, I asked people I trust if I was worrying them (I was worrying myself). The answer was a yes. I listen and I learn. I hit abort. I realized that being too happy is almost as bad as being too sad. I fixed that problem, because you can't get more insight into your condition without being a laparoscopic surgeon operating on her own endometriosis. The moment I hit my own threshold for concern, I did extremely sensible and extremely annoying things, like calling people and telling them where to find me if things went south. I was confident they wouldn't go south, but not confident enough.
They didn't go south. I'm stuck in the northern end of a cold and damp country, which is cold and damp in the summer. I did not go insane, because I do not want to go insane. Not even if the prospect of going insane felt very good.
The best/worst part? When I was sensible and fired off another cry for help to my doctor, it turned out that my beautiful self-referral and psychiatric history had never reached them. It's clearly been sent. I believe them when they say it hasn't been received. NHS IT is trying to kill me, more literally than I'd like, but I'm still here.
That essay? You should wish you could see it. I've looked at it fully sober. I can tell you that even when my brain is melting from the heat, the metabolic waste glows in the dark like radium. You want to lick it off clean. Or at least I do. That really is part of the problem, and many parts of me are telling me "I told you so", and they are correct. I intend to never go out if I can help it, but if I do, you know it'll be in style.
I’m not writing my screen play in case it sucks - this way I can always have the potential of greatness.
Writing screen plays? Strong proof of mental illness. I've never been tempted, sorry, can't relate at all.
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