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Amos's avatar

This is very much me. Except I didn't really pull myself out of it. It was the pandemic. Prior to the pandemic I was done with life. Basically my feeling was "Wait until my mom and dog die, then evaluate whether and how to end it."

Then the pandemic happened and it was insanely awesome. I loved working from home. I loved everyone being outside a lot. I loved that the drive ins re-opened. I loved my favorite bands having a Friday afternoon livestream I could watch as I finished up working (at home!) And then continue listening as I walked the dog. I loved every goddam thing.

And now Im.....a happy person. I literally never thought I'd say that. I've had that same feeling you and about the bridges. If the reaper came I'd no longer say "Thank God I hate it here." Now I'd say "That actually ended ok. I'm good. I'll come with you, Mr. D"

Im still WFH which is provably the biggest single plus. I miss some of the other stuff. No more packed tuesday night drive ins. But thats ok.

The fact that it wasn't me that did it is what terrifies me. The luck of the world gave this to me and could take it away. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. And I think I'll find some way to manage it. Even if it might mean an income cut or whatever.

Also combat sports were insanely important. Kudos. What do you do?

I lost 50 pounds and got an amateur title during the pandemic. (Actually I have a fight tomorrow, Friday 3/15. Wish me luck)

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Logan Rios's avatar

Well, this may not be what you intended, but this is a serious call to action for me to finally look into whether or not I have bipolar disorder and, if so, start untangling that whole mess for myself. I'm terrified to journey down this rabbit hole, but it seems to connect a lot of dots -- and if getting medicated has helped you enough that it's worth listing here, that's a good push for me.

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