So what was your excuse when you got aarested for nakedly and drunkenly Stuart ng a fight at your local wetherspoons?
Quote: Tursiops @ December 4 2012, 11:32 PM GMTFailing divine intervention selective serotonin inhibitors have been known to be effective. Fresh air and exercise can also do wonders, as can any form of immersive activity that takes you out of your mental state.
Did it work?
That Stuart Ng had it coming I tell ya!
Best wishes OR you miserable git.
Quote: Tursiops @ December 4 2012, 11:36 PM GMTI suggest a 'smother' as the collective noun.
But seriously I recall a GP telling me once that he always lights up when a patient comes to him with depression as it is one of the few conditions where the drugs actually work.
To an extent, but very hard to ever get off them. If its God or long walks, whatever gets you through the night.
Quote: sootyj @ December 4 2012, 11:40 PM GMTDid it work?
The drugs? I wasn't convinced to begin with but after the quack doubled the dose I became a happy shiny person. With a flaccid dick, but there are always trade offs in life.
Fresh air and exercise are just good mental hygiene, and immersing yourself in anything acts as a meditation, without all the chanting 'Om' and feeling like a bit of knob.
I have 7 cold finger tips and one warm index finger. Weird.
Quote: Lee @ December 5 2012, 12:09 AM GMTI have 7 cold finger tips and one warm index finger. Weird.
'spose it depends where the index finger has been . . .
*sniffs*
Quote: Lee @ December 5 2012, 12:11 AM GMT*sniffs*
Grimsby ?
I'm a bit more down south actually... 
Quote: AJGO @ December 4 2012, 9:11 PM GMTSorry, I forgot to format properly- AJGO WINS!
CAPITALS MEANS TRUTHS, hell yeah, who's with me?
*Puts hand up for high-five...*
Um, guys? It's been like, three hours? I can't move my arm, one of you mean-spirited non-high-fivers is gonna have to come round and re-adjust me
Quote: Harridan @ December 4 2012, 9:31 PM GMTWaaahhhhh! Somebody write my essay for me! *dissolves into pool of self-pitying procrastination*
Okay, basically some white posh male says blah, some other white posh male says blah, they never have sex, academia suffers. Sorted?
Quote: chipolata @ December 4 2012, 9:37 PM GMTSorry to hear about your problems, OR. I shan't offer you a hug, though. The only BCGer I'd actually hug is Ellie.
Is this why you're not coming to BCG drinks on Friday?
No wonder people resent the Jews
Quote: Oldrocker @ December 4 2012, 10:05 PM GMTThanks to everyone for your good wishes !
It really helps. Sorting out the sleeping will be a big help and I can then move onto the eating! I went to Asda tonight and bought Victoria sponge slices, lemon drizzle slices, shortbread fingers and some shortcake biscuits for the morrow when I may have my first cup of tea in 8-10 years ! Anything to get food inside me !
Fingers crossed !
One thing I heard about depression, is that it's really good if you move to London and share your cakes & biscuits with people called AJGO. Yep, definitely one of them sciencez.
Quote: lofthouse @ December 4 2012, 10:56 PM GMT10000%
Are you Simon Cowell? 
Quote: Tursiops @ December 4 2012, 11:45 PM GMTThe drugs? I wasn't convinced to begin with but after the quack doubled the dose I became a happy shiny person. With a flaccid dick, but there are always trade offs in life.
Fresh air and exercise are just good mental hygiene, and immersing yourself in anything acts as a meditation, without all the chanting 'Om' and feeling like a bit of knob.
How was it being a shiny happy person? Did you like it? Much as I often wonder about what it would be like to not be me, the thought of being 'happy' makes me feel quite ill.
Quote: Oldrocker @ December 4 2012, 8:25 PM GMTTalking about mental state . . . .
I was going to post that today I've been signed off for a month with depression.
But having done a search to see if Big D has been mentioned before . . . I don't think I'll bother . . .
On the antidepressants too since, a few weeks ago I was convinced I had cancer. Laying off them tonight so I can have a few glasses of wine. Maybe a bad idea. 
Quote: AJGO @ December 5 2012, 12:24 AM GMTOkay, basically some white posh male says blah, some other white posh male says blah, they never have sex, academia suffers. Sorted?
I've hit my stride now. I'm waffling about meta-tragedy and how the Chorus represent Hegel's Divine Essence. I don't know why I thought I could write this essay at a reasonable time in the day, it is clearly a wee small hours of the morning sort of essay. 
Quote: sootyj @ December 4 2012, 8:55 PM GMTReferencing your conversations about your large bosoms.
That if someone was to attach a very large pair of cushions to their shirt and then hug themselves with a pair of numbed arms.
It would feel like being hugged by someone with very large bosoms.I'm training as a CBT therapist and am only interested in entirely practical solutions.
You just masturbate feverishly over photos of Germaine Greer and that fat bloke who looks like a lady and lied in the Independent.
I wouldn't want to read it after you'd "reviewed" it
Christ! I really don't want to take that image to bed with me. 
Quote: keewik @ December 5 2012, 12:33 AM GMTOn the antidepressants too since, a few weeks ago I was convinced I had cancer. Laying off them tonight so I can have a few glasses of wine. Maybe a bad idea.
Why were you convinced you had cancer? And can you chop and change meds?
And if it's red wine then that's preventative *sciencez*
Quote: Harridan @ December 5 2012, 12:33 AM GMTI've hit my stride now. I'm waffling about meta-tragedy and how the Chorus represent Hegel's Divine Essence. I don't know why I thought I could write this essay at a reasonable time in the day, it is clearly a wee small hours of the morning sort of essay.
CLEARLY. CMT. *Arm completely stuck guys... guys?*
Harridan- 'Rest Media- or something tragic this way will come'...
AJGO - please move arm in serious yoga pyramid movement, then slowly spread and rotate arms in circles- left slowly right- as many as can cope.
This relaxes neck muscles and also feels soothing, nighty night, x 
