Dave wrote:
I don't know what to say, honestly I don't. I've read all your replies, read what my good friend Neil McSweeney has wrote ( and he should know, I've loved his songs for a few years now!) Pills are not the answer, god I know that. They've given me an ache in my leg, a limp dick, all sorts of side effects. On the up side they've helped me lose weight and be a nicer more balanced person. But why do I feel I need them?? I'm the most stable I've felt for years, but there's still a voice in me telling me I'm rubbish, worthless , crap, no good....I try to fight it, but it's there. I'm feeling bad now that I've resurected all this shit and made everyone look at it again. I have the most grounded, gorgeous girl at my side, two fantastic kids who I'm so proud of I could spontainiously combust, I make a half decent living, live in a beautiful home, eat good food......what the FUCK have I got to be depressed about? I honestly and truthfully don't know. But that horrible gnawing feeling of worthlessness is in my stomach and after 20 years is starting to piss me off in a more than depressed way. Maybe I'm a mentalist who should just get the fuck on with it...... I don't know, who does??? Thanks to everyone who's been brave and honest enough to answer this thread, maybe one day they'll discover that drinking your own piss once a day is the secret to a happy life, in which case I'll be miserable for a few more years to come.
That's precicely it though, it's not circumstantial. The main thing is you don't go beating yourself up about it, that's just another unneccessary pressure. You just have to find the right path, and there are many. Best of luck mate!