i'm lucky enough not to have significant anxiety (i have one thing that really makes me anxious in an immediate sense, which is the fear that i'm not going to get enough sleep. it's weird) but i have a couple of friends who have social and chronic anxiety that ranges from annoying to crippling so i know what a burden it is. my ex was diagnosed with depression and anxiety long before we met.
i didn't know that being quicker to anger was a recognised symptom, but it just makes sense that being generally down leads to heightened anger responses. it's definitely been true for me -- i still have scabs on my hand from when i punched a wall last week, and i never feel violent/punchy urges.
all that is just information if anyone cares. i think it's beyond doubt that i'm depressed, but it's good to know that things i'm feeling are pretty de rigueur. it's comforting in a sense.
firstly, i know that by arguing in any way i'm just enabling my feelings and being stubborn.
secondly, i am truly grateful for certain things. i think about them a lot. i'd struggle to come up with things that i'm proud of, though. i feel a lot more shame and guilt than pride.
i wrote this in the thread from last year:
For a few years I have, in a sort of sick way, craved a diagnosis of depression, so my occasionally extreme periods of sadness could be somehow legitimised; so I could at least tell myself I'm sad because my brain sucks, and not because my life does.
so i sort of know what you're going on about. the trouble is... whenever i try reassure myself that my perceptions are distorted, the evidence always seems to lean heavily the other way.
any long is too long. i wish neither of us needed it in the first place.
man, i'm just sick and tired of feeling jealous of the names in the obituaries.
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