all I can advise is make sure you get that shit sorted out or cleaned out before you pass away
I know you mean well, and I hate to say it, but this is roughly equivalent to telling a depressed person to “cheer up”.
I’m well aware of the burden this would leave someone having to clear out my house, because I’m the one with that same burden right now. This is not the motivation someone in good mental health might think it would be.
Mental illness does not imply stupidity. I mean, I’m plenty stupid a lot of the time, but the two aren’t connected. And I can see the problem where a lot of hoarders can’t. And yet, if I was capable of fixing the problem, it wouldn’t have existed in the first place.
I am well aware of how mental illness works. I am saying don’t leave it on people, nothing more and nothing less. Your mental illness may not be your fault but it is your responsibility.
Strange how this is one of those cases where someone who is clearly incompetent to meet a responsibility must nonetheless meet it. I should maybe pick myself up by my bootstraps while I’m at it.
I know how my comment makes you feel, maybe better than you.
I want you to ruminate on that one thing, that it’s your responsibility. Whatever challenges are in your way, those are what you need to organize and figure how many of those challenges are surmountable and how many are products of your brain seeking safety. If you’re not reaching out for help and spending every waking moment reading and watching how to change your thoughts and feelings so you can accomplish that ONE goal, you are not owning up to your responsibility.
Your breakthrough may feel far off but it will arrive if you start shifting your view to seeing your own thoughts as a challenge or even an enemy to overcome.
In every single case of mental illness, the door is right in front of you but it can take YEARS to turn the knob. If you’re not trying constantly to get there though, you will never turn it. If you’re not tackling like an actual fucking challenge set against you and letting your mind tell you stories for why “nobody understands your problem” and why you’re stuck, you are throwing away something you will regret throwing away later. I promise you will resent every fucking moment you argued with strangers on the internet about if you deserve to feel this way or think these things.
I hope my comments make you mad and you think about them. I won’t see your reply.
There are certain things that I have to avoid thinking about in order that I don’t enter a depressive phase or become suicidal. You are asking me to think about those things.
You are asking a hungry man with no legs to walk a thousand miles for food. “Grow new legs!” you say. “Find a way!”
You are asking me to beat my head repeatedly into a wall until I get through it. I have literally and figuratively bounced my head off a wall. Both made me not want to do that again.
Maybe you’ve got yourself out of this exact situation. Good for you. I am glad you managed it.
I know you mean well, and I hate to say it, but this is roughly equivalent to telling a depressed person to “cheer up”.
I’m well aware of the burden this would leave someone having to clear out my house, because I’m the one with that same burden right now. This is not the motivation someone in good mental health might think it would be.
Mental illness does not imply stupidity. I mean, I’m plenty stupid a lot of the time, but the two aren’t connected. And I can see the problem where a lot of hoarders can’t. And yet, if I was capable of fixing the problem, it wouldn’t have existed in the first place.
I am well aware of how mental illness works. I am saying don’t leave it on people, nothing more and nothing less. Your mental illness may not be your fault but it is your responsibility.
Strange how this is one of those cases where someone who is clearly incompetent to meet a responsibility must nonetheless meet it. I should maybe pick myself up by my bootstraps while I’m at it.
I know how my comment makes you feel, maybe better than you.
I want you to ruminate on that one thing, that it’s your responsibility. Whatever challenges are in your way, those are what you need to organize and figure how many of those challenges are surmountable and how many are products of your brain seeking safety. If you’re not reaching out for help and spending every waking moment reading and watching how to change your thoughts and feelings so you can accomplish that ONE goal, you are not owning up to your responsibility.
Your breakthrough may feel far off but it will arrive if you start shifting your view to seeing your own thoughts as a challenge or even an enemy to overcome.
In every single case of mental illness, the door is right in front of you but it can take YEARS to turn the knob. If you’re not trying constantly to get there though, you will never turn it. If you’re not tackling like an actual fucking challenge set against you and letting your mind tell you stories for why “nobody understands your problem” and why you’re stuck, you are throwing away something you will regret throwing away later. I promise you will resent every fucking moment you argued with strangers on the internet about if you deserve to feel this way or think these things.
I hope my comments make you mad and you think about them. I won’t see your reply.
There are certain things that I have to avoid thinking about in order that I don’t enter a depressive phase or become suicidal. You are asking me to think about those things.
You are asking a hungry man with no legs to walk a thousand miles for food. “Grow new legs!” you say. “Find a way!”
You are asking me to beat my head repeatedly into a wall until I get through it. I have literally and figuratively bounced my head off a wall. Both made me not want to do that again.
Maybe you’ve got yourself out of this exact situation. Good for you. I am glad you managed it.
I am not you.