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Discussion & help on depression & mental health related issues

Long time reader of this thread, learning a lot from what other people are going through and applying that advice to the various situations that life inevitably throws my way. Never really had it in me to share my thoughts and worries. I know from reading this I need to eventually get them out and talk to someone, but baby steps and all that.

Can't thank you guys enough for sharing. You've all shown enormous conviction doing so, and you help others by simply letting us 'lurkers' know we're not alone. Made a pact with myself that if we beat Leicester I'd post in here and get the ball rolling.

If Everton can dig themselves out of a hole, so can I.
 
Long time reader of this thread, learning a lot from what other people are going through and applying that advice to the various situations that life inevitably throws my way. Never really had it in me to share my thoughts and worries. I know from reading this I need to eventually get them out and talk to someone, but baby steps and all that.

Can't thank you guys enough for sharing. You've all shown enormous conviction doing so, and you help others by simply letting us 'lurkers' know we're not alone. Made a pact with myself that if we beat Leicester I'd post in here and get the ball rolling.

If Everton can dig themselves out of a hole, so can I.

Well in mate.

We’re all in this together on here ;)
 
We were friends for 25 years before we fell out. Found out he was sleeping with my ex so i threatened to fill him in an he melted. I felt guilty about it so I took the first step to sort it out.
I don't know he circumstances, obviously, but he may have well thought that since she was an ex then he was on limits. On the other hand if he was a mate, he should have had the decency to have a chat first, as it might be seen as a bit insensitive. I've been in the same spot myself, but the difference may have been that I knew my mate fancied my ex (as I was breaking up) and I made the point of giving my consent (so to speak) because I valued my friendship.
It's really tricky when you're involved, and I don't blame you for getting angry. Shame you couldn't sort it with him. Maybe time will sort it.
 
Long time reader of this thread, learning a lot from what other people are going through and applying that advice to the various situations that life inevitably throws my way. Never really had it in me to share my thoughts and worries. I know from reading this I need to eventually get them out and talk to someone, but baby steps and all that.

Can't thank you guys enough for sharing. You've all shown enormous conviction doing so, and you help others by simply letting us 'lurkers' know we're not alone. Made a pact with myself that if we beat Leicester I'd post in here and get the ball rolling.

If Everton can dig themselves out of a hole, so can I.

Well in mate, It makes the win even sweeter, I think someone up there is trying to help aswell, keep that ball rolling and good luck.
 
I don't know he circumstances, obviously, but he may have well thought that since she was an ex then he was on limits. On the other hand if he was a mate, he should have had the decency to have a chat first, as it might be seen as a bit insensitive. I've been in the same spot myself, but the difference may have been that I knew my mate fancied my ex (as I was breaking up) and I made the point of giving my consent (so to speak) because I valued my friendship.
It's really tricky when you're involved, and I don't blame you for getting angry. Shame you couldn't sort it with him. Maybe time will sort it.

When I say ex I mean it was happening when I was with her then I jibbed her because I knew she was messin round just didn't know who with.
Then a few years later he threw it in me face during an argument.
 

When I say ex I mean it was happening when I was with her then I jibbed her because I knew she was messin round just didn't know who with.
Then a few years later he threw it in me face during an argument.
Oh that's bad. Really bad. Don't bother with him. I don't think he's in any position to take the moral high ground.
 
This is the first time I've posted in here as someone looking to make sense of something in life. Sorry if I sound a bit off, this is going to be a bit of a stream of consciousness.

Last night one of my brother's best mates back home in Liverpool was murdered - beaten to death by some louts in town in front of his girlfriend for no reason. As I've been away from home for a decade I only remember the lad from before then, and the few times I've been home or had a couple of drinks with him or at parties where we'd talk about the blues (for good or bad). Handsome and fit but not because he wanted to be hard or was full of himself - He was by all accounts a very lovely lad, hard working and honest. I know everyone probably says that, and it's cliche to say "but it was true about him" but it really was.

I can't make sense of what happened to him and I've been thinking about him all day, thinking about my brothers and how they must be feeling and simultaneously hoping they never bother to go out for a drink again as silly as that sounds. Moreso, I've been thinking about his mum and his brothers and how nobody ever would expect to see him off for a night out and never have him come back. I have a little lad now, after a long time of trying to start a family and I would do anything for him - I've never felt a love so compelling and powerful as for this child and I've been in tears multiple times today thinking about him and his future and how a life so full of love and joy and full of promise can be taken away so easily.

Its been making me sick to think about this poor lad and his last few moments, and how alone he must have felt with those goons bearing down on him. I want to reach out to his family but I don't know what to say or what I can do from over here for any of those affected. I feel no matter what I do it is all so meaningless and hollow.
 
This is the first time I've posted in here as someone looking to make sense of something in life. Sorry if I sound a bit off, this is going to be a bit of a stream of consciousness.

Last night one of my brother's best mates back home in Liverpool was murdered - beaten to death by some louts in town in front of his girlfriend for no reason. As I've been away from home for a decade I only remember the lad from before then, and the few times I've been home or had a couple of drinks with him or at parties where we'd talk about the blues (for good or bad). Handsome and fit but not because he wanted to be hard or was full of himself - He was by all accounts a very lovely lad, hard working and honest. I know everyone probably says that, and it's cliche to say "but it was true about him" but it really was.

I can't make sense of what happened to him and I've been thinking about him all day, thinking about my brothers and how they must be feeling and simultaneously hoping they never bother to go out for a drink again as silly as that sounds. Moreso, I've been thinking about his mum and his brothers and how nobody ever would expect to see him off for a night out and never have him come back. I have a little lad now, after a long time of trying to start a family and I would do anything for him - I've never felt a love so compelling and powerful as for this child and I've been in tears multiple times today thinking about him and his future and how a life so full of love and joy and full of promise can be taken away so easily.

Its been making me sick to think about this poor lad and his last few moments, and how alone he must have felt with those goons bearing down on him. I want to reach out to his family but I don't know what to say or what I can do from over here for any of those affected. I feel no matter what I do it is all so meaningless and hollow.

Hi mate,

This charity was initially set up by a group of mothers whose sons had been killed due to violent crime :

Mothers Against Murder - M.A.M

They started off as a small support group, but have grown into something really special now.

Have a look at their website, as they provide support, guidance and help for not only the family / partner of the victims, but also to friends and anyone who needs their help.

I`m sure they could help.

My thoughts are with you mate x
 
Hi mate,

This charity was initially set up by a group of mothers whose sons had been killed due to violent crime :

Mothers Against Murder - M.A.M

They started off as a small support group, but have grown into something really special now.

Have a look at their website, as they provide support, guidance and help for not only the family / partner of the victims, but also to friends and anyone who needs their help.

I`m sure they could help.

My thoughts are with you mate x
Thank you
 

This is the first time I've posted in here as someone looking to make sense of something in life. Sorry if I sound a bit off, this is going to be a bit of a stream of consciousness.

Last night one of my brother's best mates back home in Liverpool was murdered - beaten to death by some louts in town in front of his girlfriend for no reason. As I've been away from home for a decade I only remember the lad from before then, and the few times I've been home or had a couple of drinks with him or at parties where we'd talk about the blues (for good or bad). Handsome and fit but not because he wanted to be hard or was full of himself - He was by all accounts a very lovely lad, hard working and honest. I know everyone probably says that, and it's cliche to say "but it was true about him" but it really was.

I can't make sense of what happened to him and I've been thinking about him all day, thinking about my brothers and how they must be feeling and simultaneously hoping they never bother to go out for a drink again as silly as that sounds. Moreso, I've been thinking about his mum and his brothers and how nobody ever would expect to see him off for a night out and never have him come back. I have a little lad now, after a long time of trying to start a family and I would do anything for him - I've never felt a love so compelling and powerful as for this child and I've been in tears multiple times today thinking about him and his future and how a life so full of love and joy and full of promise can be taken away so easily.

Its been making me sick to think about this poor lad and his last few moments, and how alone he must have felt with those goons bearing down on him. I want to reach out to his family but I don't know what to say or what I can do from over here for any of those affected. I feel no matter what I do it is all so meaningless and hollow.
i read about this last night . The city is getting worse for this kind of thing . You’ve only got to scan the echo to see the types of acts of violence are getting more frequent and brutal . Senseless loss of life . Condolences mate sadly things like this are out of anyone’s control .
 
This is the first time I've posted in here as someone looking to make sense of something in life. Sorry if I sound a bit off, this is going to be a bit of a stream of consciousness.

Last night one of my brother's best mates back home in Liverpool was murdered - beaten to death by some louts in town in front of his girlfriend for no reason. As I've been away from home for a decade I only remember the lad from before then, and the few times I've been home or had a couple of drinks with him or at parties where we'd talk about the blues (for good or bad). Handsome and fit but not because he wanted to be hard or was full of himself - He was by all accounts a very lovely lad, hard working and honest. I know everyone probably says that, and it's cliche to say "but it was true about him" but it really was.

I can't make sense of what happened to him and I've been thinking about him all day, thinking about my brothers and how they must be feeling and simultaneously hoping they never bother to go out for a drink again as silly as that sounds. Moreso, I've been thinking about his mum and his brothers and how nobody ever would expect to see him off for a night out and never have him come back. I have a little lad now, after a long time of trying to start a family and I would do anything for him - I've never felt a love so compelling and powerful as for this child and I've been in tears multiple times today thinking about him and his future and how a life so full of love and joy and full of promise can be taken away so easily.

Its been making me sick to think about this poor lad and his last few moments, and how alone he must have felt with those goons bearing down on him. I want to reach out to his family but I don't know what to say or what I can do from over here for any of those affected. I feel no matter what I do it is all so meaningless and hollow.

Kindness is never wasted. You're obviously sensitive to the feelings of the poor lad's family so you could initially send them a card expressing that youre thinking of them etc and the esteem in which he was held. I'm sure that it will give them some comfort - all bereaved relatives and in whatever the circumstances, like to hear their loved one talked of in such respectful terms. I know I did.
The tragic horrific nature of his death makes the loss even more raw so its normal to feel the concern for your little fella's future. It will only be temporary...life throws good things up to ease the way. Try to concentrate on helping your brother get through his loss....he needs it now so be strong for him.
 
Had a dip the last few days but haven't felt right for a while. It's been caused by a multitude of things out of my control and I haven't helped myself with a few things that are in my control.

Work has gone really crap and I've started to really procrastinate during the day. Certain people I get on with the most are leaving for other jobs and a new lad has brought in and been sat next to me. He's a nice lad but we have completely different interests so there's not much for us to talk about (to be honest I find him a bit boring). There's been no more incidents with the rude girl but we don't even talk to each other now which is fine but it makes for a rubbish atmosphere. The new team leader is another person who's friendly and easygoing but being honest he's way out of his depth and working under him isn't particularly enjoyable. I'm not a manager of any kind yet every night it's left on me to lock up the building and to remember the key in the morning because no one else can be bothered with the responsibility.

Social life isn't going great either. Was meant to go out with two friends on Saturday but for the umpeenth time one of them let us other two down at the last minute. Told the other one that's it's time I cut loose from them now (they come as a pair) because I'm fed up of it and won't be treated like an arse, the lad who bailed usually doesn't respond to texts or phone calls when you want to know what's going on, he just leaves you hanging. I've had enough of that. Still went out anyway with some other friends but didn't really enjoy myself and wished I'd not bothered at all in the end, clubbing just isn't my scene at the moment.

Been on and off Citalopram for several months. I was prescribed 20mg about 9 months ago and was on them daily since then with mixed results. The last time I went to see the Doctor just before Christmas we talked about how long I'd been on them and he said he would want to wean me off of them soon. I said I didn't like the sound of that because I didn't feel ready so he prescribed me for a bit longer. But since then I've tried to come off them myself, several times now I've tried to go 2 or 3 days without taking any and each time I've felt a bad dip in my moods so I start taking them again. I've also drank a fair bit of the time in these periods of not taking them which definitely won't have helped but I only drink because it means getting out the house.

My anxiety over the future has really taken ahold recently and it's really upsetting me. I read so much into actions of other people and over-think about what they're intentions could be and how is my life going to play out, will things be the way they are now forever? More often than not I reach negative conclusions and just retreat inwards even more, which leads to going out drinking, which leads to lack of sleep and hangovers, which leads to crap moods. It's a vicious circle. And as I already mentioned, throw being on and off medication on top of all that it means I spend a lot of days in a trance.

I'm going to see the doctor again as soon as possible and get his professional opinion on what to do with the medication situation. I've clearly gone about things the wrong way so I'll ask him if he thinks it's better if I stay on them solidly for the next while or just come off them altogether, get them out of my system entirely, then see how I feel from there?

Probably for the best if I curb the drinking for a while too, it's not helping. I go out to the same place with another friend normally once a week and for a long time I liked going there because we've gotten friendly with the staff (I fancy one of them) but I've come to realise it's doing more harm than good and I've got to break the routine to get a happier mind.

I'm feeling a bit lost overall but hopefully making these steps will help. :)
 
Had a dip the last few days but haven't felt right for a while. It's been caused by a multitude of things out of my control and I haven't helped myself with a few things that are in my control.

Work has gone really crap and I've started to really procrastinate during the day. Certain people I get on with the most are leaving for other jobs and a new lad has brought in and been sat next to me. He's a nice lad but we have completely different interests so there's not much for us to talk about (to be honest I find him a bit boring). There's been no more incidents with the rude girl but we don't even talk to each other now which is fine but it makes for a rubbish atmosphere. The new team leader is another person who's friendly and easygoing but being honest he's way out of his depth and working under him isn't particularly enjoyable. I'm not a manager of any kind yet every night it's left on me to lock up the building and to remember the key in the morning because no one else can be bothered with the responsibility.

Social life isn't going great either. Was meant to go out with two friends on Saturday but for the umpeenth time one of them let us other two down at the last minute. Told the other one that's it's time I cut loose from them now (they come as a pair) because I'm fed up of it and won't be treated like an arse, the lad who bailed usually doesn't respond to texts or phone calls when you want to know what's going on, he just leaves you hanging. I've had enough of that. Still went out anyway with some other friends but didn't really enjoy myself and wished I'd not bothered at all in the end, clubbing just isn't my scene at the moment.

Been on and off Citalopram for several months. I was prescribed 20mg about 9 months ago and was on them daily since then with mixed results. The last time I went to see the Doctor just before Christmas we talked about how long I'd been on them and he said he would want to wean me off of them soon. I said I didn't like the sound of that because I didn't feel ready so he prescribed me for a bit longer. But since then I've tried to come off them myself, several times now I've tried to go 2 or 3 days without taking any and each time I've felt a bad dip in my moods so I start taking them again. I've also drank a fair bit of the time in these periods of not taking them which definitely won't have helped but I only drink because it means getting out the house.

My anxiety over the future has really taken ahold recently and it's really upsetting me. I read so much into actions of other people and over-think about what they're intentions could be and how is my life going to play out, will things be the way they are now forever? More often than not I reach negative conclusions and just retreat inwards even more, which leads to going out drinking, which leads to lack of sleep and hangovers, which leads to crap moods. It's a vicious circle. And as I already mentioned, throw being on and off medication on top of all that it means I spend a lot of days in a trance.

I'm going to see the doctor again as soon as possible and get his professional opinion on what to do with the medication situation. I've clearly gone about things the wrong way so I'll ask him if he thinks it's better if I stay on them solidly for the next while or just come off them altogether, get them out of my system entirely, then see how I feel from there?

Probably for the best if I curb the drinking for a while too, it's not helping. I go out to the same place with another friend normally once a week and for a long time I liked going there because we've gotten friendly with the staff (I fancy one of them) but I've come to realise it's doing more harm than good and I've got to break the routine to get a happier mind.

I'm feeling a bit lost overall but hopefully making these steps will help. :)
You can’t mess about with anti depressants and expect anything else but up and downs . You’ve kind of answered your own question on that one .

as for people letting you down on nights out we all know people like that tbh I used to be like that myself it’s nothing I’m proud of.

The only way to get better when trying to use anti depressants is use them properly and cut out the ale . But then you’ve got to find the right anti depressants for you . It took me a couple of years to realise this myself.

As for work , if you work in a fairly busy place the odds are you won’t click with most people because everyone is different . Just be polite and crack on and worry about yourself.
 
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Feeling powerless is totally normal in the circumstances...because we are in the face of very serious illness. Were not miracle workers. I often felt the same. Towards the end, after a couple of years here I felt like running ...and running and never stopping. But I didnt. Powerless again see....but not, in a strange way, as strong enough to stick it out. Your Mum sounds a fighter like ours...old school...get on with it however bad it gets. She will go when shes ready. Youre doing both your Mum and your Dad proud. Never forget that.
Following on from this, mum fought back, and managed to get off the ventilator and onto a ward. I even took the boys to see her over the weekend. The doctors were talking about plans for her medium term care and possibly moving her to a different hospital to recuperate. She was on a bit of oxygen through a tube in her nose but was able to walk a little on a zimmer frame. In short, I was feeling really positive for her. Then I got a call last night to say she was back in intensive care, and this morning I rang and she is in an oxygen hood and has lots of fluid on her lungs. I thought I'd shut myself off from emotion after crying so much when the doctors had said she looked like she might not make it, but this news has really hit me hard. If I'd looked at it dispassionately I would realise she was still really ill (apparently my eldest said that to my wife), but I'd got it into my head that she was going to be alright and now I'm in bits. It's such a roller-coaster of emotions and I never did like roller-coasters.
 

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