A while back my usual social anxiety kinda morphed into generalized anxiety disorder and I started having panic attacks, and that was bad of course, and I was in a permanent state of fear of....something/everything. And that was bad too of course.
But the really terrible thing was how after about a year and a half of that constant fear, my sense of reality began to "come unglued". At the time I remember marveling at how on-the-nose those common phrases turned out to be. Things like "stripped a gear, came unglued, had a screw loose..." felt exactly like what had happened to me.
Absolutely nothing felt "real" or "anchored" or familiar after awhile. I can't really convey the horror of it or the fear that I would never be able to feel "real" again. My thoughts started turning towards the question of "how can I persist like this? How am I going to keep from having to kill myself?"
Then I started taking a lot of Prozac and I was more or less fine in a few months. So yeah my experience with these drugs has been one of abject salvation. They may not be well understood, which probably leads to the shotgun method, but they're beautiful in my eyes.
yogthos: I have problem y. How can I solve problem y?
StackOverflow: You don't solve problem y. You solve problem x so that problem y never comes into being.
yogthos: Oh wow. Shit okay, well what if I'm already having problem y though? How can -
StackOverflow: bruh. Why are you even still thinking about problem y? Problem y isn't real; it can't hurt you. Problem y was just a mirage. Get it? It was a red herring. An epistemological myth you told yourself too many times and started believing. Problem y is just a sickness of the mind made manifest. Cleanse yourself of it.
lol I know you're not saying that to be dismissive I just like dramatizing things
Not his fault, that's just a mean or ignorant tatooist. Why wouldn't they just do a literal word for word translation if there's no equivalent phrase in Chinese?
Like if the phrase "great to the neck" has some special meaning in Chinese but not English, you can still write the english words "great to the neck" on someone's skin.
Tldr: then I took Prozac and I was fine.
A while back my usual social anxiety kinda morphed into generalized anxiety disorder and I started having panic attacks, and that was bad of course, and I was in a permanent state of fear of....something/everything. And that was bad too of course.
But the really terrible thing was how after about a year and a half of that constant fear, my sense of reality began to "come unglued". At the time I remember marveling at how on-the-nose those common phrases turned out to be. Things like "stripped a gear, came unglued, had a screw loose..." felt exactly like what had happened to me.
Absolutely nothing felt "real" or "anchored" or familiar after awhile. I can't really convey the horror of it or the fear that I would never be able to feel "real" again. My thoughts started turning towards the question of "how can I persist like this? How am I going to keep from having to kill myself?"
Then I started taking a lot of Prozac and I was more or less fine in a few months. So yeah my experience with these drugs has been one of abject salvation. They may not be well understood, which probably leads to the shotgun method, but they're beautiful in my eyes.