Indeed.A medium sized vodka in two weeks? I hardly consider that heavy drinking but I hope you do get to a happier place soon.
I had depression when I was going through med school. It was the first time in my life. The stress was getting to me. Didn't go to classes. I was living in another country away from my parents. I felt like a gigantic disappointment considering my parents paid for my education and I was wasting it by staying in my apartment always being on the internet. However, once I opened up about it to my parents, they got a ticket to fly me back. We discussed it at length, and we got through it. Worked on the little things first, like just hygiene. Brushing my teeth. Taking showers. Eating at the right times and enough of it. Got my grades back up.It's also uncomfortable to talk about, for me and for others. But I can't talk about this with my parents, who are the only non-internet/work related people I interact with these days, because seeing me this upset would crush them. I know, because it crushed them in high school, when I had depression issues then. My sister went through an anorexic spell and almost died, so I certainly can't talk to my mom about my image/eating/drinking problems - it might be too much for her to handle. I have nowhere else to go and Mental Health GAF seems to be for people with serious problems, not normal deadbeats at their wit's end.
I don't know where to go from here.
He says he's narcissistic and idk if he has the disorder (like me) but then medication isn't the answer at all.The part about dreading work and avoiding sleep are things that hit home for me. When my anxiety was at it's worst, I would try and find anything to keep myself awake and would be filled with anxiety about the upcoming day. What helped me was going to a psychiatrist who prescribed some medication that really helped. I still have some sleeping issues, but I'm no longer filled with anxiety everyday and I don't dread things like work and school the way I used to.
Medication isn't the right path for everyone, but I would recommend at least talking with someone to see if that helps. It sounds to me like you have some form of anxiety or depression, but I am far from an expert and you should talk with a doctor and see what they have to say.
I think I need help. Let me frame this, though, by saying that I'm not a trainwreck. My life is on the brink of becoming one, though, and it has been for a while.
I drink way too much. I'm probably going to drink myself to death. I go through a medium sized vodka by myself in two weeks time. You would think I love drinking, but I don't. It's an addiction, plain and simple. And a big part of it is that I have trouble dealing with my other consumption issue: binge eating disorder. Or at least, that's what I think it is. Food controls my life in a bad way. I've been seriously overweight or seriously underweight my entire life. I enslave myself to the gym not to be healthy, but to enact damage control against what I've eaten that day. Sometimes the stress is enough to drive me insane. I'm also extremely narcissistic despite not being particularly good looking. I feel like I have to look my best at all times, which, as you might imagine, conflicts with the drinking/eating problems I have, which ups stress levels even more. I care so much about what other people think about me that it, too, drives me insane.
I don't sleep right. I get maybe three to four hours of sleep a night. I always choose recreation over sleep for free time. I cannot bring myself to give up spending so much time with my hobbies after growing up doing basically nothing but "my own thing". I come home from my 9-5 and feel like my soul has been drained, so I "need" my me time. Hint: this is tongue in cheek. I know I don't need it. I should get more sleep. Today at work I nearly passed out from how tired I was. I felt like I was injected with anesthetic. It's going to be the same tomorrow.
Speaking of work, I hate it. I hate it so much that it's become a problem, because I cannot mask my hatred of being there, even when I am giving it a good effort. I teach, so I am constantly "presenting" something. My students complain that I sound monotone, bored, and like I don't want to be there. I didn't even notice this until they pointed it out, My co-workers have noticed it, too. I take shortcuts when I can. I spend every night dreading work the next day. The worst is when I drink a lot the night before and go to work hungover, tired, and miserable. I think most people couldn't even function like that. I do manage to get my work done, and I'm not too bad at it. I'm not in danger of losing my "job" (I student teach, so it's not technically employment as of yet). But I feel like death the entire time, and my attitude is toxic.
Typing all of this out, I realize it doesn't seem that bad compared to what some other people go through. I'm functional, I have a career path, a place to live, and I don't have any serious mental health problems. But I feel like I am at the lowest end of the "normal" spectrum that is possible. I don't have friends anymore, I'm twenty six and I live with my parents, my only interest in life is video games these days. When I compare this to the high life I lived in college - going out all the time, being in a relationship, not being an alcoholic, doing well in school, being fairly popular - my life feels like a dark pit by comparison. I'm alone and miserable. I contemplate suicide every day as the forbidden fruit that I can never take. I'll never kill myself, but I'm constantly enthralled by the idea. I dread waking up and facing the day.
I don't even know why I made this thread. Complaining accomplishes nothing and nobody has an obligation to care about my woes. I guess a subconscious part of me really wants help. I hate being so open like this. A lot of this stuff is shameful to me, as stupid as it might sound. It's also uncomfortable to talk about, for me and for others. But I can't talk about this with my parents, who are the only non-internet/work related people I interact with these days, because seeing me this upset would crush them. I know, because it crushed them in high school, when I had depression issues then. My sister went through an anorexic spell and almost died, so I certainly can't talk to my mom about my image/eating/drinking problems - it might be too much for her to handle. I have nowhere else to go and Mental Health GAF seems to be for people with serious problems, not normal deadbeats at their wit's end.
I don't know where to go from here.
I think you should work on the sleeping problem
A lack of sleep is going to make your depression a lot worse.
The me time thing (staying up late I assume) sounds like a lack of discipline.
If you want to make a change that's where I'd start (especially before resorting to anti depressants and shit...)
OP, your alcohol consumption is fine.
What numbers? The millions of members who session daily around the world? What group did you attend, if you don't mind me asking?
Also, what religion? I am a member and haven't seen any push for any religion; in fact, we are encouraged and welcome to believe (or not) anything we want and we are respected for it.
The sole purpose of AA is reaching sobriety and helping others reach it, nothing else.
There are specific chapters in our literature dedicated to agnostic or atheist members.
AA does not endorse nor does oppose any religion, political organization or any endeavor for what it's worth.
There's a lot of misinformation regarding AA, the "religion" aspect is really nothing but accepting that we became helpless against our drinking problem, hence we need something, whatever or whoever that may be, visible or insivible, named or nameless, representing a power superior to us because clearly, alone by ourselves we were unable to control our drinking problem. This superior power can be "God", a fellow member, a sponsor, a mentor, etc., anything, anyone but YOU; we believe that it is much harder to succeed at being sober by ourselves. Many of us have tried but failed. I can attest to my sobriety thanks to AA and while it is not a quantity contest, believe me when I say I was a much heavier drinker than you, OP. Tinygaf can testify to this.
Is there spirituality involved? Yes, but I wouldn't in a million drinks equate that to religion.
Also, a doctor co-founded the program. Thanks in part to the efforts of AA, alcoholism was recognized as a disease by the WHO.
AA works, if you work it. OP, don't dismiss what you don't know. There's a solution for alcoholism (defining alcoholism when your drinking affects any aspect of your life). Give yourself the chance, visit the website, familiarize yourself with the program, attend a session; no one can tell you that you have the problem but yourself. Alcoholism is the only disease where the afflicted self-diagnoses by virtue of honesty.
Do you feel alcohol is affecting any aspect of your life? Reach out. To your doctor, psychistrist, priest, family, but don't suffer in solitude.
“Peer reviewed studies peg the success rate of AA somewhere between five and 10 percent,” writes Dodes. “About one of every 15 people who enter these programs is able to become and stay sober.”
Happy to hear you are doing betterHey, I am just checking in to say that I still think I'm fucked up, but I think I'm doing better than I was before, and some of the advice in this thread really helped.
I still have anxiety and all of the problems I mentioned in the OP, but I've started trying to use my time more productively. Instead of looking forward to sleeping or drinking all the time, I started writing. I have a blog I force myself to update daily and I'm writing a novel, which I don't think is particularly good, but I'm 32 pages in, which is more than I've ever managed to get done without quitting before. I did get junior'd for posting too many threads, admittedly many of which had little substance, so I've lost my GAF outlet in that regard, but I think that was also a nice blow to my psyche that I needed because I had very little concept of restraint when it came to expressing my mind in public, which I think made people uncomfortable and contributed to my anxiety.
Basically, I think I am headed towards the right track, even if I'm still not there. Really, really sorry for the blogGAF post, but like I said, some of the advice and support in this thread has really stuck with me and helped, so thank you.