Glad to here it but - OSHO...![]()
This seems to be a repeating pattern. Someone found use of some self-help thing out there, and although these things are in limitless supply and in all kinds of forms, the person is somehow convinced that this one thing is the treatment, and starts spreading it around indiscriminately, posting links without as much as an executive summary of what the hell it is.
Nevertheless I'm glad you're feeling better.
It works for one intp, sure it'll work for other intps, too.
yeah cuz INTPs are manufactured on factory line. Silly little clones we all are.
I haven't cured it, actually seems more powerful with everyday that passes. I am more stressed, more angry, more pressure in my throat as if couldn't swallow.
I decided to go to a psychologist today.
Why? Cuz I was sitting in a table with 7 people and I pushed myself so badly to smile back at jokes that my head feels like it is going to explode now.
Everyone is smiling and they actually like each other jokes. I just don't see any fun.
Very interesting replies in this post. I seem to have hit a nerve...
One thing is clear through my extensive research on this topic: as humans we can only cure depression and traumas through both mind AND body. Youtube: trauma bear. That's how animals get over a trauma. We all have mini-traumas that happened in the past that we've been keeping inside of ourselves. Today is a good day to get those mini-traumas out. My original youtube "link" was just one particular way that worked for me.
Wishing the best to all my fellow intps!
I mean can you have depression without anxiety? Seems like they are both kind of thought of as the same. Wouldn't depression without anxiety just be like boredom?
So uhh...how does that work? (If you don't mind me asking)
Well, can you feel sad without feeling fear? Same concept.
For me no. Sadness has always precipitated a fearful or worrying feeling, which could be a loss of something/someone close or a sense that I don't belong or a situation that confines me or brings unwanted/unwelcome pain.
The depression I have experienced isn't sadness, it's apathy.
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My experience of depression is lethargy, numbness and universal pointlessness. Absence of feeling. Absence of caring.
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^Depression and anxiety was always a bit of a mystery to me.
I have gone through most of my life thinking I was not depressed, and realised later that I was indeed, depressed. This realisation made me so depressed I became suicidal.
When I thought I was depressed, I was just more anxious than normal - the depression manifested physically.
I have often wondered if I would have been better off existing in the blissful apathetic world where I had little to no feelings, empathy or any other concerns other than the immediate fact that I was bored with absolutely everything, and nothing I did could calm down the nagging restlessness that always seemed to inhabit me.
I tried meditation, I read Eckhardt Tolle and became a fucking douche, I dabbled with integration, yoga, rock climbing, escaping to the bush, etc. I went from relationship to relationship.
Always restless.
What was I missing?
Someone had to tell me in pretty brutal words that I was a product of abuse, and that everything I was and thought I was was the product of this interference in my development.
So who was I?
I had been this 'abused' person all my life, I did not know anyone else.
Fuck that shit - should I identify with that now?
I did for a while, and became extremely depressed. I wanted to give up everything, even my goals. If someone had not been there to remind me that this was an important phase of understanding and integration, I probably would have stopped existing, completely.
Maybe.
That such a small thing should be so large and significant.
But I had to make it significant, in order to free myself from the grip of them. I had to acknowledge the impact, or I would never stop processing and ruminating. And the realisation of what I had lost was overwhelming - too much to process at once, so I drowned myself in work and study to escape the thoughts.
There were more practical things at stake, such as:
I had to learn to say 'no'.
I had to learn to ask for what I wanted.
I had to understand what I actually wanted.
I had to learn to not be disgusted at my own reflection.
These things were not obvious to me, like they were to others.
I thought that this was normal, and that other people like me were also little losers, so I hated them too, because they reminded me of me. Stupid, little women. I hated women. I wanted to be a man, because men were cool. If I was more like a man, men would respect me more.
I projected my self-loathing unto others, thinking I was above them.
Victims of abuse project whatever artefacts of their abuse unto others, and there is this eternal cycle of hatred and abuse running through society. I can see it clearly now and it is depressing and enlightening all at once.
I was not "depressed".
Heh.
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^Depression and anxiety was always a bit of a mystery to me.
I have gone through most of my life thinking I was not depressed, and realised later that I was indeed, depressed. This realisation made me so depressed I became suicidal.
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But I had to make it significant, in order to free myself from the grip of them. I had to acknowledge the impact, or I would never stop processing and ruminating. And the realisation of what I had lost was overwhelming - too much to process at once, so I drowned myself in work and study to escape the thoughts.
There were more practical things at stake, such as:
I had to learn to say 'no'.
I had to learn to ask for what I wanted.
I had to understand what I actually wanted.
I had to learn to not be disgusted at my own reflection.
These things were not obvious to me, like they were to others.
I thought that this was normal, and that other people like me were also little losers, so I hated them too, because they reminded me of me. Stupid, little women. I hated women. I wanted to be a man, because men were cool. If I was more like a man, men would respect me more.
I projected my self-loathing unto others, thinking I was above them.
Victims of abuse project whatever artefacts of their abuse unto others, and there is this eternal cycle of hatred and abuse running through society. I can see it clearly now and it is depressing and enlightening all at once.
I was not "depressed".
Heh.
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Found this to be pretty powerful, am going through a similar phase myself.
I would say of myself that i went through my life being apathic. The psychiatric jargon for that is shizoid. Which means not feeling encouraged to live your dreams. Being intimidated to the core. I blame it on the judgements of other people, which are not internalized as my own egoic judgements, but only perceived as outside danger that is then avoided for the sake of practicality. Typically Ti>Fe. Then, when you realize how badly you are missing out on life and how conditioned you are to continue with this course of action forever, you may actually judge yourself. And this is self hate. And that is what almost makes you want to kill yourself. But at the end of the day, self hate is too illogical, so i could not quite hold such a judgement for long enough to actually kill myself. I just felt like this for hours or less, probably while intoxicated. For the same reason i never projected the judgement and hatred onto other loosers. But apathy is maintained by logic, so i am doomed to live with it 24/7. Until i learn a better way of thinking about how to interact with reality. A bad habit can not simply be judged and unlearned, it must be replaced with a better one. Which requires a kind of creativity, that is hard to provoke. Sticking to the old habit is the way of least neurological resistance. You may hope to "hate" yourself into creativity, to kick your ass. But mental creativity (in my type) is greatly reduced, when you fall into the mud of judgemental shadow emotions. It seems to take detached passion, mania, to enter creativity. Detached as in letting go of what you know, which is where your old habit of apathy is embedded into.I have gone through most of my life thinking I was not depressed, and realized later that I was indeed, depressed. This realization made me so depressed I became suicidal.
That's a big one for me. Reflection comes in the form of dismissive feedback from other people: "life is not about you, it is about me, you don't matter to me, i don't judge you fairly, but relative to how you fit into my desires". I must not mistake myself for being this narcissistic reflection. The mental image IS disgusting and it calls for me to VOMIT it out. The only way to not be disgusted by it is to not have it as a part of me in the first place. "I am so stupid for thinking they would see value in me. Of course i have no value for them. I should have known this ahead of time. Note to self: I have no value. I will not be allowed to live my dreams because i do not deserve the space, the attention of all those who don't value my appearance - and that is surely everyone". My father would curse at me in disgust: "Why do i have a shitty son like that? Why don't you function correctly, as i demand it?" Seems this Te shadow of correct/incorrect thinking is the worst enemy of my Ti. I respond to it: "Why am i so stupid to reveal myself to this criticism, why did i speak up, made myself so vulnerable? So stupid of me. Better to exist only in my mind, where i am free to be myself."I had to learn to not be disgusted at my own reflection.