I think this applies to me too. Being properly medicated helps. End of the day though I’m not really sure what would “make me happy.” Personally, I’d like to reduce stressors and spend more time being creative. I usually don’t have the mental capacity to stay focused enough after work.
I do get glimpses of happiness. I’m probably more in touch with my vulnerable side, though. Finding something that will release some water from my eyes always gets backfilled with a feeling of relief and joy. Last time I got high and watched the boy the mole the fox and the horse, I was balling. It felt good. I just hope you don’t take pride in the hardened shell that’s grown around you. You’ll never be motivated to chisel away at it.
Name checks out hugs @Clinicallydepressedpoochie@lemmy.world Maybe not something I’d feel for myself, but I’d be happy being here for you if we find each other around and there’s ever anything you might need, such as a favor or collab. Time spent with friends and other “apophenia” are the closest I get to being normal in this regard anyways.
I think this applies to me too. Being properly medicated helps. End of the day though I’m not really sure what would “make me happy.” Personally, I’d like to reduce stressors and spend more time being creative. I usually don’t have the mental capacity to stay focused enough after work.
I do get glimpses of happiness. I’m probably more in touch with my vulnerable side, though. Finding something that will release some water from my eyes always gets backfilled with a feeling of relief and joy. Last time I got high and watched the boy the mole the fox and the horse, I was balling. It felt good. I just hope you don’t take pride in the hardened shell that’s grown around you. You’ll never be motivated to chisel away at it.
Name checks out hugs @Clinicallydepressedpoochie@lemmy.world Maybe not something I’d feel for myself, but I’d be happy being here for you if we find each other around and there’s ever anything you might need, such as a favor or collab. Time spent with friends and other “apophenia” are the closest I get to being normal in this regard anyways.