Hackerman
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Can I rant for a moment, please. (notice there's no question mark because I'm going to anyway. LOL)
In case no one has notice (BWAHAHAAHAH) I have more mental illnesses than anyone here. More than most combined.
I have more initials after my name than my dog. And, he's an AKC champion AKC,CD,CDX,UD,UDX. And, I have him beat by 1 letter with OCD,AADD,ADD,ADHD and MANIC DEPRESSION (yeah, I said manic depression. I had it way before they gave it that fancy new name of Bi-polar disorder. I have old fashion manic depression, just like Jimi sang about.) LOL
The dang (can't cuss here or I would say worse) doctors have had me on more drugs than Timothy Leary. Bunch of morons pushing drugs. Never met a shrink that could spar with me on knowledge. I usually knew more about their profession than they did. One ***** had me diagnosed as schizophrenic and put me on Thorazin. Wow, what a buzz that stuff gives you. Try that and you'll never bother with pot again. LMAO And, when I was diag'd with MD, we didn't have all these cool new drugs. It was Lithium and then Prozac and then Zoloft.
Finally after many years.... I simply came to terms. It's who we are. It's what we are. It's as much a part of us as our eyes and our ears. It's always there and it's NEVER going to go away, no matter what drug we take. I was a heroin addict for almost 10 years. If that didn't do it, pot sure isn't. LMAO
And, it's not all bad. It can be a good thing. While I was on the streets pounding coke and heroin day and night it was ..... well, a bad thing. LMAO
However, when it was driving me though my business, working day and night...... quite frankly, it made me a multimillionaire and comfortably retired before I was 50 years old. I could have never been as successful as I was without all my mental illnesses. I would have simply worked at the "office" for 30 years, 9 to 5, and retired (if I didn't get laid off 2 years before retirement like so many of my "normal" friends.) Albeit, I did spend almost a year under my desk crying about that time. But, in the end, I am here. I have the money. I am miserable as can be and as happy as a lark....... depending on the day.
Some days are sooooo bad. Half way through the day I am simply exhausted from the depression. I don't know what it is about depression that's so exhausting but..... I think we all know how that feels.
But hey..... what the heck, I KNOW it's going to end. I KNOW that some day in the future is going to be fun. Maybe even that day.
It doesn't make it better, really. You're still depressed. But, you know it's going to end, if even for a moment.
I guess it's like this. When I had my business I used to make the girls that answered the phone, SMILE, before you answer the phone. No matter what kind of mood you're in, BIG smile before you answer the phone. They all thought I was crazy at first but it wasn't long before they realized how well it worked.
I try to think of that when I'm down.
Hey, up, down, whatever. My life sux. My life is great.
It's hard to think of this some times when you're depressed but... I have 2 arms. And, 2 legs. I have eyes to see the screen. My fingers work and.... well, my ***** still works at 60+.
Shìt, I look around every day and I see people that don't have these things.
Well, it's 4AM. Time to turn off my rant and go to bed and say my prayers and thank God for what I do have. Be it bi-polar disorder or knowledge and strength. Whatever it is, it's what life has given me and if I can say it right now.... thank you life, for all you given me. Good with bad.
Good night.
In case no one has notice (BWAHAHAAHAH) I have more mental illnesses than anyone here. More than most combined.
I have more initials after my name than my dog. And, he's an AKC champion AKC,CD,CDX,UD,UDX. And, I have him beat by 1 letter with OCD,AADD,ADD,ADHD and MANIC DEPRESSION (yeah, I said manic depression. I had it way before they gave it that fancy new name of Bi-polar disorder. I have old fashion manic depression, just like Jimi sang about.) LOL
The dang (can't cuss here or I would say worse) doctors have had me on more drugs than Timothy Leary. Bunch of morons pushing drugs. Never met a shrink that could spar with me on knowledge. I usually knew more about their profession than they did. One ***** had me diagnosed as schizophrenic and put me on Thorazin. Wow, what a buzz that stuff gives you. Try that and you'll never bother with pot again. LMAO And, when I was diag'd with MD, we didn't have all these cool new drugs. It was Lithium and then Prozac and then Zoloft.
Finally after many years.... I simply came to terms. It's who we are. It's what we are. It's as much a part of us as our eyes and our ears. It's always there and it's NEVER going to go away, no matter what drug we take. I was a heroin addict for almost 10 years. If that didn't do it, pot sure isn't. LMAO
And, it's not all bad. It can be a good thing. While I was on the streets pounding coke and heroin day and night it was ..... well, a bad thing. LMAO
However, when it was driving me though my business, working day and night...... quite frankly, it made me a multimillionaire and comfortably retired before I was 50 years old. I could have never been as successful as I was without all my mental illnesses. I would have simply worked at the "office" for 30 years, 9 to 5, and retired (if I didn't get laid off 2 years before retirement like so many of my "normal" friends.) Albeit, I did spend almost a year under my desk crying about that time. But, in the end, I am here. I have the money. I am miserable as can be and as happy as a lark....... depending on the day.
Some days are sooooo bad. Half way through the day I am simply exhausted from the depression. I don't know what it is about depression that's so exhausting but..... I think we all know how that feels.
But hey..... what the heck, I KNOW it's going to end. I KNOW that some day in the future is going to be fun. Maybe even that day.
It doesn't make it better, really. You're still depressed. But, you know it's going to end, if even for a moment.
I guess it's like this. When I had my business I used to make the girls that answered the phone, SMILE, before you answer the phone. No matter what kind of mood you're in, BIG smile before you answer the phone. They all thought I was crazy at first but it wasn't long before they realized how well it worked.
I try to think of that when I'm down.
Hey, up, down, whatever. My life sux. My life is great.
It's hard to think of this some times when you're depressed but... I have 2 arms. And, 2 legs. I have eyes to see the screen. My fingers work and.... well, my ***** still works at 60+.
Shìt, I look around every day and I see people that don't have these things.
Well, it's 4AM. Time to turn off my rant and go to bed and say my prayers and thank God for what I do have. Be it bi-polar disorder or knowledge and strength. Whatever it is, it's what life has given me and if I can say it right now.... thank you life, for all you given me. Good with bad.
Good night.