The depression thread

I have tinnitus with years and years. You just have to get on with it. Some nights it actually wakes me up it’s so loud.

Different pitches sounds too which is great fun. Sometimes it like an old kettle boiling it’s is so high pitched. Other times it’s like a generator is working down the road or the fan on the cooker is left on. The quieter it gets the more I am aware of it.

When I tune into it it is always there. Sound like I am having a hearing test today and they are playing one of the sounds in my ear.

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I was thinking more along the fungus route, I don’t tknkw anything about the CBD stuff myself

The problem isn’t your eye. You need help for your mental health. There’s a reason why suicide rates among those who have gender dysphoria and who have transitioned are higher than than rates pre transition - they haven’t treated the dysphoria. They’ve thought physically changing themselves would treat their mental health but it doesn’t. Your eye might return to normal, you’ve no idea what wonders the future might bring. Go get help for mental health first then deal with your physical health.

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An influx of intense emotions, the brain scrambles to try to understand by attributing X reason for it. When in reality, the emotion came first not the other way around.

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I think trying to rationalise or compare to your own life to somebody else’s depression is pointless and amounts to little more than ‘just get on with it’.

But I suppose it’s the natural response, I think that it’s important to have a purpose, a reason for getting up on the morning, for most of us it’s probably our partners and children, and in our darkest moments that’s the light at the end of the tunnel, for others it’s work,
@Cheasty you need a plan, do you know anybody who could help you get something published somewhere? You’re a very talented writer

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No offence, but you haven’t a fucking barney.

No offence taken.

But there’s no physical solution to a spiritual problem.

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Remove the eye.

Get on with your life with full vision from the one eye.

Far better than the death sentence you’re considering for yourself

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There was a fella in the bible recommended a similar solution.

If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out

You’re having your eye looked at by specialists, your mental health needs specialist treatment too. Let the experts deal with both issues.

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As I posted before. There’s a Chinese doctor based in cork who’s wonderful for this sort of thing. Helped my mates mother recently.

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Chinese man goes to eye doctor. Doc says “You have a Cataract” “No” says Chinese Man. “I have a Rinkin Continental.”

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I get it… he drives a Lincoln

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Well I did have a tooth pulled six years ago…

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I’ve given it a like now.

Sound. I’ll have to check that out.

Shame Is an Outside Voice

The voice of doubt, shame, and guilt blaring in our heads is not our voice. It is a voice we have been given by a society steeped in shame. It is the “outside voice.” Our authentic voice, our “inside voice,” is the voice of radical self-love! —Sonya Renee Taylor, The Body Is Not an Apology

CAC teacher and psychotherapist Jim Finley explores how trauma causes us to internalize shame, which keeps us from living from our true identity in God.

This “you”—this internalized identity formed in trauma and abandonment—you start taking on as identity. You start taking it on as if it has the power to name who you are, which is the shame-based identity.

It’s bad enough you had to go through the trauma, but what’s worse is we’re punitive with ourselves and … it creates the secrecy of a shame-based identity. One is afraid that if anyone would really see what I’m really like inside, no one would love me. Do you know why? Because I see what I’m really like and I don’t love me. Do you know why? Because I’ve internalized the fact [for example] that my parents didn’t love me….

Every trauma survivor knows the issue isn’t what was done to me. The issue is what everything that was done to me did to me and that I’ve internalized it. It’s just endless, the things that hinder us from becoming the person deep down that we really are and long to be…. In a sense, our real Higher Power is [often not God, but is instead] our shame-based belief that our shortcomings and faults and brokenness have the authority to name who we are. It’s the idolatry of brokenness over the Love that loves us as invincibly precious in our brokenness. This is really the key to this whole thing. It isn’t just that I’m broken; I must also admit that I believe I am what’s wrong with me….

It’s such a powerful experience to be in the presence of someone who sees our brokenness—maybe because they live with us and it’s obvious, or it’s a therapist, or a friend, or at a recovery meeting—and who sees through the brokenness to the invincible preciousness of our self in the midst of our brokenness. When we risk sharing what hurts the most in the presence of someone who will not invade us or abandon us, we can come upon within ourselves the pearl of great price, the invincible preciousness of ourselves in the midst of our brokenness.

Finley describes the healing impact that such an accepting presence can have for us:

Through a person’s unconditional positive regard for us, we can start to find our footing in an unconditional positive regard for ourselves. And that unconditional positive regard for ourselves is joining God in seeing who God knows us to be before the origins of the universe as invincibly precious, indestructible in God’s eyes.

Adapted from James Finley, Mystical Sobriety (Albuquerque, NM: Center for Action and Contemplation, 2022), online course.

Image credit: A path from one week to the next—Unknown, Jessie Jones, Jennifer Tompos. Used with permission. Click here to enlarge image.

On retreat, the CAC staff used watercolors to connect to our collective grief. This is one of the watercolor paintings that came from that exercise.

The Prophetic Path

A winding path with four tufts of grass.

Practice with Us

Two hands in near clasp.

Explore Further

A foldable geographical map opened.

Meet the Team

Three abstract portrait images connected by a hanging line.

Story From Our Community

The “mode of weeping” devotional has given meaning to what I’ve been going through these past seven months since my husband passed away. I’ve wept deeply and quite often repeatedly said, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I’ve felt everything expressed in this quote from the devotional, “it’s an inner attitude where when I can’t fix it, when I can’t explain it, when I can’t control it, when I can’t even understand it, I can only forgive it. Let go of it, weep over it. It’s a different mode of being.” I wouldn’t have understood it either without going through it as I am now. But Jesus is faithful when he says he will comfort those who mourn. —Caroline M.
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Don’t know will this help but I find Richard Rohrs stuff excellent

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Hope @Cheasty is ok

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He’s preparing a monster post in the All Ireland thread about Ulster football history so he must be happy enough.

Tomorrow, a fella who’s a close friend since Montessori school is getting married. This Sunday, the only sports team I give a shit about are playing a huge match against their biggest rivals. And all I want is for the whole lot to be cancelled so I won’t have to go to either. Xanax and a heap of drink will probably get me through the former, whilst I’m hoping somewhere, deep down, a full house in Thurles might stir something inside me enough to bring me to give a shit about the latter.

I had a big event at work today, something I helped develop regarding stopping human trafficking. And, to get through it, I had to slyly put my headphones on and blare Gojira so loud that my phone started giving me volume warnings.

I’ve only had two cups of coffee all day. No food and yet, despite being a very active 17 stone man, I’m not a bit hungry. Having a glass of baileys now. Don’t really feel like going to bed, as each night recently has involved practically no sleep except for an hour or two of nightmare filled tossing and turning.

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