Happy you're still around and things turned out better than expected. you're a good poster and what not... though I'm pretty sure the bolded isn't exactly politically correct
why sugar coat it? so hes not a mess?
Just let the guy rant. Fucking hell.
why sugar coat it? so hes not a mess?
So if he said he felt confused like some sort of he/she freak would you be so cool with it?
youre a fuckin mess
some sort of he/she freak?
Sky is blue. Grass is green. Water is wet. Fire is hot.
Should we go on listing obvious things?
I have a mental illness. I've spent more than my fair share of time regretting the things I have done because of this fact.
But I've come to understand something: a mental illness is no different from a physical illness. A diabetic needs to live his life a certain way, and that doesn't make him a bad person. I have to take some meds and go to certain doctors for my illness. So what?
I'm just happy I live in circumstances that allow me to battle my disease. I have parents who care and understand and want to help, and while the system obviously isn't perfect what with the arrest and all, I did wind up in a place that got me the help that I needed.
I've decided I don't give a shit what people think about my disease. If you're gonna judge me based on an illness I struggle with, then you're not somebody I wanted to be friends with in the first place.
And you know what? It's your loss. I've spent years telling myself that I was a horrible person because of this disease, but I've finally realized that's not what defines me. I am a good-hearted person, friendly and fun, loving and caring. This whole ordeal helped me realize that I'm a stronger person than I ever knew, both physically (fighting off several guards after an overdose that should have killed me and being tased) as well as mentally (keeping my cool throughout a humiliating bullshit arrest, to the point where I was even able to converse and joke with the officers). I have come out the other side with a clearer idea of who I am, who I want to be, how to make that happen, and the shocking realization that I am closer to my ideal than I have ever dreamed.
Yeah, I'm a mess in some ways. I'm working on those. But I'm a good person.
Billie's a transsexual. She would probably be offended if I'd used an offensive slur against transsexuals, is the point.
And honestly, yeah, the first reply is right, I probably should cut back on my use of the word "retard," even though I did mean it literally in this particular instance. Habit sometimes overrides my consideration for the feelings of others. I remember it being a bit of a struggle to stop using "gay" as a pejorative, and I imagine it will be an even bigger one with "retard," but not one that I'm incapable of overcoming.
That doesn't make that first reply any less shitty and missing the entire point of this thread.
This is pretty awesome.And you know what? It's your loss. I've spent years telling myself that I was a horrible person because of this disease, but I've finally realized that's not what defines me. I am a good-hearted person, friendly and fun, loving and caring. This whole ordeal helped me realize that I'm a stronger person than I ever knew, both physically (fighting off several guards after an overdose that should have killed me and being tased) as well as mentally (keeping my cool throughout a humiliating bullshit arrest, to the point where I was even able to converse and joke with the officers). I have come out the other side with a clearer idea of who I am, who I want to be, how to make that happen, and the shocking realization that I am closer to my ideal than I have ever dreamed.
You're a fucking dick. Fuck off.youre a fuckin mess
Sky is blue. Grass is green. Water is wet. Fire is hot.
Should we go on listing obvious things?
I have a mental illness. I've spent more than my fair share of time regretting the things I have done because of this fact.
But I've come to understand something: a mental illness is no different from a physical illness. A diabetic needs to live his life a certain way, and that doesn't make him a bad person. I have to take some meds and go to certain doctors for my illness. So what?
I'm just happy I live in circumstances that allow me to battle my disease. I have parents who care and understand and want to help, and while the system obviously isn't perfect what with the arrest and all, I did wind up in a place that got me the help that I needed.
I've decided I don't give a shit what people think about my disease. If you're gonna judge me based on an illness I struggle with, then you're not somebody I wanted to be friends with in the first place.
And you know what? It's your loss. I've spent years telling myself that I was a horrible person because of this disease, but I've finally realized that's not what defines me. I am a good-hearted person, friendly and fun, loving and caring. This whole ordeal helped me realize that I'm a stronger person than I ever knew, both physically (fighting off several guards after an overdose that should have killed me and being tased) as well as mentally (keeping my cool throughout a humiliating bullshit arrest, to the point where I was even able to converse and joke with the officers). I have come out the other side with a clearer idea of who I am, who I want to be, how to make that happen, and the shocking realization that I am closer to my ideal than I have ever dreamed.
Yeah, I'm a mess in some ways. I'm working on those. But I'm a good person.
Billie's a transsexual. She would probably be offended if I'd used an offensive slur against transsexuals, is the point.
And honestly, yeah, the first reply is right, I probably should cut back on my use of the word "retard," even though I did mean it literally in this particular instance. Habit sometimes overrides my consideration for the feelings of others. I remember it being a bit of a struggle to stop using "gay" as a pejorative, and I imagine it will be an even bigger one with "retard," but not one that I'm incapable of overcoming.
That doesn't make that first reply any less shitty and missing the entire point of this thread.
And you know what? It's your loss. I've spent years telling myself that I was a horrible person because of this disease, but I've finally realized that's not what defines me. I am a good-hearted person, friendly and fun, loving and caring. This whole ordeal helped me realize that I'm a stronger person than I ever knew, both physically (fighting off several guards after an overdose that should have killed me and being tased) as well as mentally (keeping my cool throughout a humiliating bullshit arrest, to the point where I was even able to converse and joke with the officers). I have come out the other side with a clearer idea of who I am, who I want to be, how to make that happen, and the shocking realization that I am closer to my ideal than I have ever dreamed.
The legal system is definitely messed, I could probably write a book by now. But try not to think about it too much, as it will only bring back some stress, plus it sounds like you'll get out of it just fine. You have a great family, and things are looking up.The charges are going to be dropped because I left on a 1013, as I stated earlier. That much is certain. I just wish there was a way to put that "drop charges because they're bullshit" step before the "arrest and dehumanize me" step.
It's stupid and broken.
Today, I drove 3 hours to go to a convention and concert that Metroid Metal is playing at. Metroid Metal, if you haven't heard of them, is a band that plays Metroid music in a Metal style... hence the name. In line with the fact that Metroid is my favorite series, they are my favorite band.
Despite the 3 hour drive, I made sure to get here in time for the Q&A panel at 3:30.
After the host welcomed everyone and the Mini-Bosses and Metroid Metal introduced themselves, the panel quickly began to take a turn towards awkwardness. I was the only audience member with any questions, and the host was clearly struggling to come up with topics of conversation.
About the third time the host asked the audience for questions and I looked around to see that nobody else had any questions, I did something that shocked even myself: I raised my hand, and when called on, climbed to the front with the host and proceeded to spontaneously co-host the rest the panel. When the audience and the host were unable to think of anything good to ask, I pulled something out of my ass, from the somewhat relevant - "Super Metroid vs. Metroid Prime?" or "Avengers vs. TDKR?" (since it was specifically a comic convention) - to the utterly bizarre - "Ice Ice Baby vs. Underpressure?" - I helped keep the panel fun and interesting to the very end.
I, Mr. Shy and Awkward, basically saved the panel by being fun and spontaneous and confident.
I swear, it's like I truly did die when I took those pills, and I was replaced with a completely different person when I woke up.
I'm not trying to turn this thread into my personal Livejournal. I'm just trying to show everyone else like me, those depressed and anxious, that there is hope, that you can change.
Maybe I should write a book.
I swear, it's like I truly did die when I took those pills, and I was replaced with a completely different person when I woke up.
I'm not trying to turn this thread into my personal Livejournal. I'm just trying to show everyone else like me, those depressed and anxious, that there is hope, that you can change.
Maybe I should write a book.
Today, I drove 3 hours to go to a convention and concert that Metroid Metal is playing at. Metroid Metal, if you haven't heard of them, is a band that plays Metroid music in a Metal style... hence the name. In line with the fact that Metroid is my favorite series, they are my favorite band.
Despite the 3 hour drive, I made sure to get here in time for the Q&A panel at 3:30.
After the host welcomed everyone and the Mini-Bosses and Metroid Metal introduced themselves, the panel quickly began to take a turn towards awkwardness. I was the only audience member with any questions, and the host was clearly struggling to come up with topics of conversation.
About the third time the host asked the audience for questions and I looked around to see that nobody else had any questions, I did something that shocked even myself: I raised my hand, and when called on, climbed to the front with the host and proceeded to spontaneously co-host the rest the panel. When the audience and the host were unable to think of anything good to ask, I pulled something out of my ass, from the somewhat relevant - "Super Metroid vs. Metroid Prime?" or "Avengers vs. TDKR?" (since it was specifically a comic convention) - to the utterly bizarre - "Ice Ice Baby vs. Underpressure?" - I helped keep the panel fun and interesting to the very end.
I, Mr. Shy and Awkward, basically saved the panel by being fun and spontaneous and confident.
I swear, it's like I truly did die when I took those pills, and I was replaced with a completely different person when I woke up.
I'm not trying to turn this thread into my personal Livejournal. I'm just trying to show everyone else like me, those depressed and anxious, that there is hope, that you can change.
Maybe I should write a book.
Today, I drove 3 hours to go to a convention and concert that Metroid Metal is playing at. Metroid Metal, if you haven't heard of them, is a band that plays Metroid music in a Metal style... hence the name. In line with the fact that Metroid is my favorite series, they are my favorite band.
Despite the 3 hour drive, I made sure to get here in time for the Q&A panel at 3:30.
After the host welcomed everyone and the Mini-Bosses and Metroid Metal introduced themselves, the panel quickly began to take a turn towards awkwardness. I was the only audience member with any questions, and the host was clearly struggling to come up with topics of conversation.
About the third time the host asked the audience for questions and I looked around to see that nobody else had any questions, I did something that shocked even myself: I raised my hand, and when called on, climbed to the front with the host and proceeded to spontaneously co-host the rest the panel. When the audience and the host were unable to think of anything good to ask, I pulled something out of my ass, from the somewhat relevant - "Super Metroid vs. Metroid Prime?" or "Avengers vs. TDKR?" (since it was specifically a comic convention) - to the utterly bizarre - "Ice Ice Baby vs. Underpressure?" - I helped keep the panel fun and interesting to the very end.
I, Mr. Shy and Awkward, basically saved the panel by being fun and spontaneous and confident.
I swear, it's like I truly did die when I took those pills, and I was replaced with a completely different person when I woke up.
I'm not trying to turn this thread into my personal Livejournal. I'm just trying to show everyone else like me, those depressed and anxious, that there is hope, that you can change.
Maybe I should write a book.
How have the last couple of days been Kevin?
Not much. The weekend's catching up with me.
Looking into becoming a Certified Peer Specialist. Basically they're looking for people with mental illnesses and gone through recovery to help other people with mental illnesses in their recovery. Seems like the perfect job for me. Hopefully I get accepted for the training.
Also trying to figure out how to make a move on this single milf.
What mental illness do you suffer from?
Tell me more about this milf Kevin.