Eh, all the time. “I’ll relax when I’m dead” was a constant montra but there’s no evidence to that. Chances are there’s even no relief, just suffering until you get to the void. Then nothing. Not even the perception of nothing.
I dunno. It’s those pits where you find the reason to keep grooving in this weird life soup we got going on. It’s all we get in the end, and sadly there are rarely obvious obvious signs on what to do. Best we can do is keep grooving until the void takes ya. Hopefully they remember you fondly
Sorry for the word vomit, I’m standing in the rain trying to fix my broken window after someone tried to break into my car…
Best of luck man, feel free to message or something if you need it. Depression is a bitch (been swimming in it for 20 years) and it’s nice to have company
Fuck this gave me the craziest mental whiplash!! My dad watched a ton of movies w/ me and I inevitably told my childhood teacher that “my favorite movie was XXX” thinking it was the most badass shit ever.
On that note, for such a prideful dude he wore some goofy shit