Life sucks

[salm]

FUCK OFF, ALL YOU LITTLE BASTARDS WHO GET DEPRESSED BECAUSE OF LITTLE SHIT LIKE YOUR CAR BROKE DOWN AND THAT SHIT.

SEE HOW WELL YOU COPE WHEN YOU GO THROUGH LIFE WITH A FUCKING MENTAL DISORDER THAT YOU HAVE TO TAKE MEDICATION FOR FOUR YEARS AND GET TIED TO A BED SO YOU DON'T TRY TO KILL YOURSELF WHEN YOU'RE TWELVE FUCKING YEARS OLD TO CURE YOU.

SEE HOW YOU COPE WHEN YOUR BEST FRIEND SUDDENLY TURNS ON YOU AND FUCKING STABS YOU BETWEEN THE RIBS WITH A FUCKING POCKET KNIFE.

SEE HOW YOU COPE WHEN YOU FINALLY FIND A GIRL YOU LOVE AND IT TURNS OUT SHE'S DYING OF A TERMINAL ILLNESS AND YOU LOOK AT HER AND KNOW SHE'S DYING AND YOU'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

FUCK YOU, ALL OF YOU PETTY LITTLE BASTARDS WHO THINK YOUR LIFE'S OVER WHEN THINGS GET A LITTLE FUCKING BUMPY. I HAVE NO FUCKING RESPECT FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE WEAK IN STRENGTH, MAYBE NOT PHYSICALLY BUT MENTALLY.

if this is directed towards me because of my cynic comment about the bills i appologize to all the people who suffer of real depression. i didnt mean to insult you. i´ve worked with people who are depressed, shizophrenic and other mental illnesses i know some things about their feelings (not that i know how they feel).
i just dont like the fact that so many kids get fed with huge amounts of crap when because their parents think that they´re hypre active. some of them are seriously ill but most of them are hyper because they sit in front of the tv/playstation/computer all day and dont get out. send them to play soccer in a club -> problem solved.

[Kuja]

*snips*

WORKING with them is NOTHING compared to BEING one of them.

[Sonnenburg]

*snips*

WORKING with them is NOTHING compared to BEING one of them.

Try living with them some time. Try watching it and being powerless to stop it, no matter what you do and who you call. Try living a life where you excuse their irrational behavior because however much lip service you may pay and joking around you might do to cope - you don't really want to admit that there's something wrong. Try being too in love to leave them no matter how much they make you hurt, how much they say they hate you, how much they tell you that they'd be better off without you. Try leaving your children with that person every day, wondering if the doctor might be wrong and they're not safe with that person after all. Try being portrayed as an ogre for every once in a great while getting angry when your life is thrown into shambles because of that person. Try being rewarded for following the doctor's advice by accusations from those with the luxury of not living your life that you're a sexist pig for doing precisely what the female doctor tells you to do. Try being an adult to a grown human being who refuses to act like one, yet being accountable for their adolescent behavior. Try having people who don't know better tell you that it's all your fault, and if you would just have done things differently things would have worked out just fine.
Try going to bed at night and wonder if they'll just snap and kill you in your sleep. Try to dismiss it as insomnia when they ask why you're so tired all the time.
Here's the scariest part about the face of madness: it looks just the same as the face did before. It has the same eyes you've stared into, it has the same lips you've kissed, the same sweet voice. When you look into it a thousand wonderful memories of smiles and laughs, and even of tears, bubble up inside you. But no matter what you see you're watching a person who isn't acting like themselves any more. They are not the person you fell in love with, but you love them nonetheless. You promised to be with them through sickness, but you never imagined this kind of sickness. And when you look into the face of your children, you wonder if you'll some day find the same madness within them, behind faces you'd known for a lifetime.
But somehow every day you get up and you carry on your life, accepting that while this was never what you had wanted, it's become shackled to you now. You've imposed it upon yourself because the burdens that person creates for you can never exceed the burden your life would be without them. Even if you do die because of it, as you sometimes joke to try and break your tension, you would rather die with them than live your life without them any more. So whenever you can you think about jokes to tell them and funny stories, anything that might be amusing, because when you see them smiling and laughing, even for just a little while, you've got your wife back.

[Kuja]

*nods*

Living with someone with a mental illness is very tough. Just ask my stepmother, although you'll have a hard time doing so, since she left my dad and I when I was thirteen.

Try going to bed at night and wonder if they'll just snap and kill you in your sleep. Try to dismiss it as insomnia when they ask why you're so tired all the time.

Try suddenly blacking out and coming to, realizing that you've just tried to kill your father.

And when you look into the face of your children, you wonder if you'll some day find the same madness within them, behind faces you'd known for a lifetime.

Try being afraid to even have kids because you're worried they'll end up with the same psychosis as you.

Try living a normal life, then closing your eyes as you fight off an impulse to lash out at the person next to you in class for not reason at all.


I'm not trying to diminish the pain you've obviously endured Sonnenburg, and you have my respect for standing tall through it, something several members of my family can't do.

[Captain tycho]

I have an illness called conversion disorder, and there are no cures, no medicines, and no way to stop it.
It, so far, has done the following to me:
Make me blind, deaf, and unable to feel anything all at once.
Made me (seriously) go insane, have hallaucinations, have seizure-like spells, cause paryalasis, and so fucking messed up I went into a fucking coma for a few days.
Not to mention the extremely intense bursts of pain I get every now and then.
Things, however, have gotten much better, and I hope it will dissapear soon.
Life sucks, bur everything ususally gets better.
Don't give up.
I know I haven't.

[salm]

*snips*

WORKING with them is NOTHING compared to BEING one of them.

*grmbl*
that´s why i said "i dont know what they feel". read my post!
the remark up there was not directed towards people who are sereiosly ill, but to those who shove medics down their kid´s throats even though there´s nothing wrong with them besides a lack of a normal amount of movement which kids need!!!

[salm]

*snips*

WORKING with them is NOTHING compared to BEING one of them.

Try living with them some time.

i basicly did. my shifts involved 8 hours day shifts, night shifts, and 24 hour weekend shifts. i know, that it´s not the same as living with a mentally sick loved one, though.

Try watching it and being powerless to stop it, no matter what you do and who you call.

it´s not impossible to cure mentally ill people. during my time at that house some where cured and have jobs, one even a wife and family now.

[Sonnenburg]

Try watching it and being powerless to stop it, no matter what you do and who you call.

it´s not impossible to cure mentally ill people. during my time at that house some where cured and have jobs, one even a wife and family now.

That some diseases can be cured does not mean that all diseases can be cured. The plights of others in dissimilar situations has no bearing on this case.