I have never seen someone who was actually depressed. All I see are a bunch of alcoholic losers who slut around, cut themselves, and think about all the shitty things in life. People who make 0 fucking effort into changing it.
Hey what can I say, I was a dumb loser too who acted like a shithead, had no friends, and slept all day so he didn't have to deal with everything. Fastfoward to a few months ago, I find friends who I fucking love and care about me, I start waking up early, working out, doing hobbies, and just fucking getting out of bed and BOOM. Sadness gone.
That's the fucking problem with these daft assholes, they expect happiness to be delivered to them on a silver platter. Yeah you're right life is shit, so fucking change it. Pills will never help you, its a placebo, you want happiness you need to change yourself.
School hasn't started yet, but I broke up with my ex a month ago. They never made me feel special from the, "1000 yard stare from all the guys she fucked and sucked before you came along" So as soon as schools back up next year imma walk my happy ass to the prettiest girl I see and ask them out. for the past month I was the change I fucking wanted.
Don't be a bitch and think you found the magic dick growing pill that'll solve all your problems, be a man and do something.
Life is literally what you make of it. I know you're tired of hearing that shitty quote but it is.
You wanna be a muscular chad with a virgin gf? THEN GO DO IT!!! There's nothing stopping you.
You wanna continue feeling sorry for yourself and wasting your life away? GO AHEAD!!!!
ffs I know too many people who complain about...
"I feel like a slut"
"I feel like men use me"
"I'm sorry I dont make you feel special"
"I wasted my body"
WELL IT'S AS SIMPLE AS NOT BEING A SLUT, BUT YOU WONT DO IT!
got depression from my job:
worked in a pig farm for one year, mostly in the baby pig area.
they are really cute, they are like small cute soft puppies.
i live in a rural area so i couldnt really choose which part-time job i want.
got a good salary for it, i love animals.
when i applied for the job i didnt expect it to be that bad.
i cant stand animal blood or shit like that, i can stand human gore and that stuff.
but seeing animals bleeding is making me sick.
the job had so much fucking blood and gore that not even a splatter film have seen.
seeing newborn baby pigs that got skinned alive or theyr'e guts cut open or some baby with a disabilie..
i know a lot of people dont care about pigs/chickens/cows
but just imagine the baby pigs were dog puppies or shit like that and people would be outraged.
at the beginning it wasnt that bad, "i mean atleast i got a job and a good salary from it" i said to myself..
after like 5-6 months it began to get worse
i prayed to god and pleased him that nothing should happen to the babies today
it was terrible they were lying in heaps worse than in the second world war
its a genocide for them.
its 10x times worse then the holocaust, this is what i call a mass-genocide.
after 9-10 months i had to vomit after work at home because i couldnt handle the violence.
i took a vacation for one month and tried it again ... but i couldnt handle it so i quit the job.
>prayed to god for mercy.
>drank a lot of alcohol.
>cried myself to sleep when thinking about them.
>my body got sick from it.
>couldnt relax anymore.
>begged god & jesus for mercy over and over again for these poor little souls.
>got PTSD from it
>even my antidepressants didn't work
>working out / relax / swim nothing helped
quitting the job was the best idea for me
wish i never worked there
Shit man that sucks you had to go through it. I know what you mean, nobody could have known what goes down, and if that's your only chance for a job you feel trapped. I'm glad you quit and you're really fucking strong for being able to put up with that for that long. I hope things have gotten better and you didn't do anything wrong
thanks man, i really really really appappreciate it.
a lot of people dont even care about it, or just say shit like "why are you crying over
food"
i think for myself i did some things wrong, but i always tried my best to save as many as i could.
taking a lunck break meant that a lot of babys would die...
going to the toilet would mean many babys would die.
I remember every baby that I had in my hand that died afterwards.
when i hear songs like "dancing in the moonlight"
i just start to cry inside.. its just i my fantasy y'know?
thinking about little cute baby pigs dancing in the hell.. i fucking hate this so much i wish would have never worked there, as im currently writing this im just remembering evereything back.
"i want to scream but i have no mouth"
crying but cant scream, tears running down my cheeks.
once a baby was stuck underneath her mothers feet, the baby screamed and cried as loud as he/she could (it was on my early days so i didnt know what to do) i pushed the momma pigs leg away but it just got worse the baby bend weirdly and with her giant pig paws the momma opend the babys stomach i think and i saw the baby dieing painfully blood dropping down into the shit below him...
i either had a mental breakdown or a panic attack, as i screamed in agony and ran to the toilet to cry or shit like that, cant describe it.
im currently writing this in tears and in pain when thinking about all of this.
may god bless us all for the sins we have done in our lives.
may god bless these poor souls.
god will judge us.
Just remember you didn't do anything wrong. I really want you to remember that. I know it feels like it's your fault but nobody could've known what goes on in those places. You saved a lot of lives and did everything you could, you did good man. I hope you're able to recover and I know it'll be hard but everything's going to be alright
god bless you and thank you so much.
I'll keep you in my prayers every night, you deserve to get better from this