Talking to TreeB would help. You guys are in the same boat and I think talking to each other will lessen the depression.
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i'm assuming you meant another user, because boy googling TreeB did not help at all. urban dictionary damn you!
unless you do mean drugs.
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sounds you are better now. good!
and happy cake day
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1) dogs can be racist. (seriously). You don't know what went on in sparky's life before sparky came into yours. give it time. and proper training.
2) psychiatrist and psychologist are two entirely separate professions, and it's possible you went to the wrong one. A psychiatrist's job is to figure out what's wrong with you and which drugs will fix it. A psychologist's job is to talk you out of it (or, more precisely, let you talk your way out of it).
Personally, I'd always recommend talking to a psychologist first, and if that doesn't help, to go to a psychiatrist. If you don't feel the drugs are helping, discuss it with your psychologist, tell him/her you'd like to try stopping the meds and seeing if s/he can help. Then it's up to the psychologist to monitor you and to let you know if you should go back to the psychiatrist
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oh well narwhal. in my case it was your step 2 then 1. helped a bunch regardless.
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gosh. that was a crazy ride. after watching a single loop, saw that crazy weird doge one in the list next to it, couldn't read the words for shitttt. so fast! such doge. but yeah weebl is hella awesome! don't 4get newgrounds in the recesses of your memories!
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animals needs time to get used to just like people, some makes it completely some never will
people always mislead psychiatrists with psychologists, while in depression you should always go to psychiatrist to prescribe you some pills and to psychologist to psychotherapy, pill won't heal you they just help cope with everything but you need to learn cope with your life after you stop using them
i learned it hard way, wish you luck and happy life
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and the same to you too!
dunno if you like growing things, but that is another thing i recommend as well, for non pet people.
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Well, I can relate in a few ways. A few weeks after an attempt by both my mother and (suicide attempts and depression very much runs on both sides of my family) we got a dog from the pound too, a toy poodle who had obviously come from a puppy mill. He doesn't like non-white people. He will bark, and try to attack them. Luckily, my friends have taken it in good stride, and the god is too scared to actually do any damage (IE get close enough).
My first psychiatrist was awful, but her sessions were much like yours. But I found her to be rude and we didn't connect. My first psychologist was wonderful, we had 50 minute appointments, and would talk about anything and everything. He was very kind. I stopped going to both of them when I started college, because I couldn't afford to keep going. Midway into my first year of college, I took advantage of the school counseling center. I didn't like them either. We didn't connect, they seemed preoccupied, etc. So I dropped from them too. I called a few places, luckily they let me just talk. Over time, it has gotten better, but I still am not alright. I am saving money to go back, because if/when I do get really stressed, the darker thoughts really take over.
I found animals have helped, and therefore have always had multiple animals to take care of. I figure that it gives me a purpose to keep trying, I have to take care of them and they love me. For now it works, and I hope it will always.
But happy cake day. And thank you for your honesty.
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animals and those other weird human animals are all weird ain't they?
got a butt load of incest guppy fish now too. like 3rd, 4th, 5th generation of incest babies.
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Incest guppys... Don't know why but it made me laugh.
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incest babies. incest babies everywhereeeeeeeee
the moment a sister daughter is old enough to spawn she gets hounded and banged upon by alllll the males that can. dads uncles brothers
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Happy cake day, I made a giveaway for you: https://www.steamgifts.com/giveaway/KJwRG/millie
I'm glad you seem to be doing a bit better, I've been through similar times and I found talking to a psychologist to be helpful, even if he doesn't say much most of the time... sometimes putting things into words and hearing myself say it makes me realize how irrational my brain can get. If something isn't perfect, it means I'm a complete failure, etc. I'm trying to appreciate the grey area in-between more. It's a work in progress but it is getting better. I wish you the best of luck. :)
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i didn't think that was real. awesome possum was just a saying i used. the more ya know!
and kind of ya to make a giveaway!
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Oh yeah, it was a game in the 90's on the Sega Genesis/MegaDrive :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8dgHI3lP_g
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Glad you're doing well. It goes to show that things can get better. College can be a bitch if you don't make friends early. That said, you haven't missed the boat. Go join some clubs. Those are often havens for people with shared interests, so there's common things to discuss, and some of those people are looking for friends, too.
I laughed about the dog-barking-at-black-people thing. Mine used to bark at old people. Not an attack bark, rather a defensive bark. For some reason, they seemed to scare the shit out of him.
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college was just fucking me over. not on the social side but on the educational and $ side of things. high school to college transition was non existent.
silly dogs we have\had
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Life happens folks, if you get suicidal please have someone to confide into. I tried the deep end, and it was no fun obviously. a year later and a chiweenie doggy named 1 sparky who is a weird special case and 2 multiple psychologist sessions and shitty anti depressant drugs and i'm OK (acronym of my state).
only thing that sucks balls about suicide hotlines, i could not for the life of me figure out how to do the fucking texting version. cuz i tried calling one time and couldn't admit it to the old lady on the other side of the line.
1: sparky's weird case is, had previous owner, the pound\whatever tried contacting said owner for a week, after week they could re-give him away. so here comes me and my dad in the pound? a few days after i attempted. we're browsing all the dogs, and sparky is in a tiny foot+ high circular gate with another small dog. they both come up to us and lick, but sparky? he just came up the one time, and went back to bed damn it. so whatever reason we got him instead of the friendlier female. We go to front desk to get papers to adopt\take him. and we come back to the pen and he's not there! so on the way back to the desk wondering where he is, we get the desk lady to help us find him. He was in a special visiting room where you can take animals to interact with before adopting to see if you like em. So it was a cute 3 unit white family, mum dad tiny several years boy just petting sparky. desk lady tells them 'sorry sweetie but these folks just adopted him' little boy wouldn't let go. parents kept telling him we adopted him. so i had to take him out of his hands. on the car ride home he wasn't expressing much, still took a while for him to warm up to us.
now he aggressively playfully bites our hands when hes in a playful mood, or sometimes buries his toys in our beds... along with food on the occasion. rarely barks at anything except for 99.9% other dogs, and 'blue collar' smelling people? and my younger brother's black friend. i don't get why he barks at the black guy. it's funny
2: after my attempt, family had the church priest come over just a day or two later! that was damned weird.
then they had me go to other family member's recommended psychiatrist, which at first was nice, then it turned eh. she acted like a psychologist, asking questions etc and talking to me for almost an hour the first few times. now it's barely 10-20 minute sessions every 3+ months for refills on the damned annoying making me drowsy anti depressants. she recommended me to a psychologist to spend hour sessions with to talk to, and that was a lot better.
No giveaways! though wishing all an awesome possum day! and thanks for reading.
ask any questions, since the ordeal i like to think i don't give a fuck as much about things. so i will answer anything with honesty. not like any of my relatives would find this here.
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