Are you a sims player? I love the sims and wish I can play more often.

It is hard to always control the sadness and loneliness. I get on here when I feel the worst of it but even then lately it hasn’t helped.

It is hard to follow the advice of; just think of positive things, go for a walk, remember the things that make you happy etc. If it were that easy we wouldn’t feel like this. We wouldn’t feel so hopeless about life, ourselves, our dreams and wishes. If it were that easy all the time there would be no darkness for us to fear.

It has been hard lately for me too and I feel your sadness even your loneliness (even though I have two beautiful boys that constantly want my attention). It sucks donkey balls.

Stay strong though, you will work through it even though it’s hard and unfulfilling at this time. Life is better with you in it.

I play league of legends. I normally would go for a walk, if I was at home.. I don’t know this area so I can’t bring myself to go for a walk.
I spoke with my sister who struggles like I do. It’s so good to know that other people go through it. Not good that they do but good so I know I’m not crazy or alone. I’m so appreciative of every reply.

Sorry your having a problem. I used to come on here everyday then I had some health problems so this is my first time back since maybe last August. Your my very first message. I only say this because I have a different outlook on things now. I had to face my problems head on. It was a good fight. I was knocked down a few time, I even felt like throwing in the towel. You know what, I’m still here. There are ways to overcome anxiety and at the very least cope with it. I thought I was weak and useless, not saying you do, but this is my experience. I can only speak to what I went through. Don’t get me wrong, I still get that feeling sometimes, but I know that it will pass almost as soon as it arrived. Never give up because tomorrow might be the day.

I, too, struggle with that dichotomy of not wanting to be alone with my mental health issues, with an equal reluctance to wish nobody else had to feel what I am going through. Somehow reminding myself of Alanon's Three C's helps me settle the guilt and appreciate the relief over finding others who understand.

I didn't Cause ^it^.
I can't Cure ^it^.
I can't Control ^it^.

With the releasing of that guilt, I find unending strength in the unified healing hopes for all, no exceptions. United we stand. We get by with a little help from our friends.

For what it's worth
In my strictly personal herstory, those inexplicable crying fits are a symptom of repressed memories and emotions. Leaning gently into the grief is my quickest method of locating and processing those repressed memories and emotions. Emphasis on "Leaning GENTLY." If I allow myself to get sucked into those memories, the journey back gets treacherous. I try to find a brother or sister-in-healing to stand by and throw me a lifeline, if needed. This process often hurts life a father fuck, but the relief is tremendous and sustainable. The gain is worth the pain in **my** sensory perception.

Write it out in a journal. Keeping writing in a private journal to figure out what is really affecting your ability to think clearly.

Your anxiety is working with you to help you find balance.

Best wishes.