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Originally Posted by Nelson
that dark sense of dread and depression started up again and I was reminded why I started drinking every night a year ago (after years of light drinking only the weekends): As the evening wears on, I get a growing sense of impending doom.
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I know that feeling! It is awful. A whole nother degree from a bad mood.
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When the urge came up last night I practiced breathing and thinking through the situation, but this is obviously going to be a long, long struggle.
My medicine (booze and bread) is also the poison causing the depression. Living through the panics is hard, hard, hard, hard, hard.
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Once you get this, you win. You already won the hardest part of all.
Are you having plenty of protein and a variety of fats, while keeping sugar and starches low? Oh for everything to heal fast!
Have you tried loud music? Or doing something exciting like performance art? ha ha, I never would do that, but both those things can raise happy brain chemicals too. Oh, and risky sex. Never mind that for me!
One time a friend and I were moaning about our bad lives (and they really were bad). Somehow we remembered that women supposedly turn in on themselves, so we decided for once to turn it outward. We went to Radio Shack and bought a power horn, and then we went to the local suicide bridge. And then we shouted through the power horn, everything we would eat over.
Can you imagine shouting all this over a power horn off a suicide bridge?
"my husband left after 17 years for a woman in braces!"
"my kid's dad stood her up and she was crying at the window!"
"I am living beyond my means about X dollars every month!"
"My winter coat is really really ugly and too tight and I can't afford another one!"
"My house is tented for exterminating bugs!"
It was a riot. But one of the neighbors heard the shouting but not the words and called the police. How embarrassing.