It always happens when I confront things that I need to do, that I need to absolutely do if it means gaining some sort of progress or order in my life.
Like removing a friend, maybe deleting a bunch of games I never were interested in playing in the first place but bought them anyways under the false guise of “just incase”.
Anytime I finally do one of those things, I feel bad and I hate myself for feeling bad for doing what’s overdue to have been done.
Bad like sad, depressed, blue? No, because it happens rarely enough that I trust it, know it has a cause and will resolve itself.
Anxiety pisses me off though. I sometimes (occasionally - not often, not rarely) but still get anxious about eating and weight, and know it makes no logical sense and that doesn’t stop the feeling and it makes me mad.
One of the worst things about depression is all the sneaky ways in which it reinforces itself. You can’t function at full capacity, which is a direct problem, but also makes you feel lazy. You sometimes don’t have the energy to deal with people, which isolates you and makes you feel like you’re offending them. You just plain feel awful and feel guilty about inflicting it on the people around you. It seems like everything hits you twice.
Therapy can help with both aspects, but I think it is particularly useful in helping you recognize and deal with the secondary parts of the problem.
Absolutely. I often feel “guilty” in a way of being depressed because I think to myself that I have no or not enough reasons to to be depressed. I know logically that’s not how depression works, but it still can put me in moods that I have to work to get out of
I have been dealing with possibly having cancer for the last 4 months. After my 3rd biopsy they’re saying it isn’t. They’re still not sure what it is. But I feel so guilty for bringing my friends down with me only to tell them that it’s not life threatening like we thought.
I don’t think that is something to feel bad about. The evidence led you where you thought it went and it led somewhere even better. Diagnosis isn’t a perfect line from a to b to c all the time. I’m sure your family and friends understand that.
I’ve been on the cancer journey with a few friends recently and I’d have been overjoyed to fins out one of them didn’t have it. So don’t worry, just celebrate your win.
Just called out sick for the rest of the week. No I don’t feel bad. I feel like I’ve been impaled on a spike and I’m loaded on dilaudid (Hydromorphone).
Sometimes. I am what many would describe as anhedonic. Other people are far more emotionally in-tune compared to I am. But at the same time, I know what feeling is “supposed” to be there. I can feel the ghost of the emotion that a moment would call for. And I feel bad about that.
Here is an example. I go out to eat and to do things with people. I am aware of what everyone anticipates emotionally, but here I am looking around simply waiting for Moment A to become Moment B. What everyone calls a good meal and the embodiment of a good sensation, I feel as a chore, something to chew and swallow one bite at a time, one gulp at a time, one plate at a time, all measured in time units as blank as the sensation as the lumps drop into me. All the while, a concert sings, but my mind is wandering far away from the concert, with my only relevant thoughts about it being “so are songs just songs”. And after we eat, we look out the window and see a supposedly majestic sky view, but someone turns to me and asks “that was worth every hundred dollar bill, wasn’t tonight fun, and to finish it off with this nice view outside” and what was once a lack of strong interest becomes a negative feeling as I feel sad for the other person for not having succeeded in making someone’s night happy, so I nonverbally gesture a nod that’s only semi-affirmative so that I don’t end up being deceptive. And I ask myself if I’m simply an echo of myself.
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