I havent had a life since i got sz 9 years ago. If you dont call delusions psychosis hallucinations dizziness rouming in your head endlessly a life.
Well, I have the responsibilities of a life. I work, pay bills, live mostly independently, take classes, take care of my car. I have what might be considered a normal life. The only area I’m lacking is getting enough entertainment and having fun.
I have a plan of action, but I can’t start it because of a sciatica.
I have a semi life, looking for girl and guy friends to go out with.
My life is pretty non-existent, altho I have been going to the drop-in center everyday for lunch since I got out of the hospital, which is more than I was doing before. I also bake cookies twice a week for the other clients there, and that makes me feel useful and appreciated…but I have no real friends other than mom and dad.
Living off the government suck I’m just sitting around waiting to die.
We’ll all gonna die one day. But what people will talk about you when you die? Can you imagine your funneral?
Nobody will be at my funeral but my brother and his family, my sister’s family, and my volunteering coworkers who are about seven in number…
no real life at all
I can’t have a life I’m half dead, I’ve got like the 10% of a full life.
I think I have somewhat of a life. I am functioning at a decent level. I work about 56 hours a week working a really easy job overnight, workout 3 days a week to maintain health, while still dealing with the illness. My depression is getting less and less and with time I believe my condition will continue to improve. The only thing is the lethargy sometime and me sleeping too much.
I started meditating as well and usually listen to podcasts and sometimes read a book. I’ve been stable for the past 9 months on top of that I’m not delusional, not hallucinating, don’t talk to myself, hygiene is maintained, no more nightmares, I still have vivid dreams but my sleep has gotten better as well. Still have cognitive and memory issues and sexual dysfunction which I believe is because of the medication. Slight paranoia is pops up here and there and random thoughts pop up here and there Hopefully lowering the dose next month alleviates some of that.
Other than that I still have my ups and downs but the downs are getting less and less with time because I keep pushing through.
I have a very complicated life I deal with it very difficultly day to day.
I dont have a life. Everything is difficult when you are sick…It would be better not to have this disease.
I have things that entertain me, that make me content. It’s hard to have a life when I am sick. I suppose I have a normal life, that is filled with coping for my health. I have a normal life for a person that is sick…an isolated life.
I go to college and am currently working at my dads office part time. A year or two ago i was working up to four days a week during busy season but now it’s one to two thanks to new technology. I volunteered over the summer. I’ve made some friends in a club on campus that is more of an honors society than a club. I’m not that close to any of them but I am super close with my immediate family. I stay on my Meds see my doctors and pray. I credit my faith and family for not committing suicide when I hit rock bottom at my diagnosis. My family comments that I seem normal now. I’m starting to have hope that I’ll live a relatively normal life. I still go through times of high stress and depression and just have nervous breakdowns, but I just keep pushing myself whenever I’m not having a nervous breakdown. I go through phases of extreme emo ness but I keep pushing myself cuz I tell myself that if I don’t succeed I might end up killing myself. I also see a psychologist regularly and I think that keeps me grounded. Sometimes I go to church with my parents too.
Kinda… but some days im like ■■■■ it… and just not talk to anyone… like a break from a life… i have friends they mostly understand…
I can relate to this. I was diagnosed with bipolar for the last decade so I had a really fun/completely messed up life on and off. Ever since 2016 and being diagnosed sZa I rarely go out, or dress up, I work a lot less like almost not at all unless it’s from home. It’s very difficult.
No one will be left to visit my funeral, maybe my sister who I don’t see.
Life is one long struggle.
Annoying maybe, but it has to be said sometimes.
I’m half alive. ![]()
I live a life. It’s great for me. I continue to live and play up when I can.
I’m 47 and live with my parents but I’m paying them back for helping me out years ago when I moved overseas. It’s not a bad cop and it’s just what needs to be done!
I volunteer. I don’t work. I do a couple of days at a cricket club I’m a part of. I still play competitive cricket and do a good job in the lower grades at my age. It’s still fun and it gets me out every weekend in some sunshine!
It’s not normal. It’s not what you’d say was an ideal life but I have fun and do what I can. Work is too stressful for me and that means symptoms and the disability pension isn’t so bad these days over here.