Does anyone have mental health problems?

[Questions]

Sorry to hear about you being in a bad place Pearl. I have suffered for many years with mental health illness mainly Anxiety and Depression.I’ve spent a lot of years searching for the solution and I wish I could tell you some magic but I can’t. All the things suggested,nature,exercise ,diet,talking etc are all helpful to bring about temporary relief for me in my experience but long term they have never been the answer.What do I do in the dark of night when my mind won’t shut up and just keeps repeating the problems and worries most current in my life to me?Ive never been able to come up with a solution by thinking my way out of it.I don’t know if you read much but “The Power of Now” Eckhart Tolle really helped me and in it he talks about dealing with all the types of life situations that come to us all and viewing them differently to the way most folk do and how I did for years.
I was very skeptical when reading it but it was worth a try,I’ve spent enough on counselling and therapy over the years which never really made a jot of difference to how if felt only the first few hours after the session.
Maybe it will help you
I really wish you well and I like many on here know where you are
Good luck Pearl
There is hope x

When you sure you’ve had enough

Rarely a song makes me cry but I have reason to with that one. On another plain I miss REM

 

[Zeberdi]

I hope you get the help you need Pearl.

The MH services are desperately lacking at the moment. I and my GP have been fighting for 6 months to get me MH support for my declining physical health and the daily overwhelming pain and debilitating fatigue - even the MH crisis outreach assessment team, my Neurology Consultant, the autism services, the long Covid clinic, the Cognitive rehab team and two clinical therapists at the GP practice (not qualified enough to help) have all said I needed urgent ongoing psychotherapy - but still having to cope alone and had repeated referrals turned down much to the shock of my GP.

It really is a difficult time to be needing support from the NHS. Hopefully your area has better funding than mine.

Keep the faith.

 

[Tom Hark Preston Park]

I am not in a good place right now. A friend passed away recently. Sunday I found out the partner of another friend has stage 4 terminal cancer.
I am waiting for a minor op. Just feeling what's the point.
Sorry, I know some of you have real problems to cope with, but just feel so down
Right now

Sorry to hear that @pearl, NSC is here for you. I've never met you, but you and your Doc Martens did a massive favour for me once. Hoping the memory will make you smile

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

I hope you get the help you need Pearl.

The MH services are desperately lacking at the moment. I and my GP have been fighting for 6 months to get me MH support for my declining physical health and the daily overwhelming pain and debilitating fatigue - even the MH crisis outreach assessment team, my Neurology Consultant, the autism services, the long Covid clinic, the Cognitive rehab team and two clinical therapists at the GP practice (not qualified enough to help) have all said I needed urgent ongoing psychotherapy - but still having to cope alone and had repeated referrals turned down much to the shock of my GP.

It really is a difficult time to be needing support from the NHS. Hopefully your area has better funding than mine.

Keep the faith.

Shit down here too. Even though I have triggered a private referral (autism) nothing is happening. And anyway, what are they going to do? Tell me I don't process well information 'written between the lines'? No shit.

Anyway.....I can deal with the endogenous anxiety. I deal with the interpersonal interaction problems. Less easy to deal with are exogenous stressors such as the nightmare situation with a close family member (which I told you about in a PM, Zeb). But I have learned to accept the broken sleep and catastrophizing. Maybe it's because I have been through it all before. Such a waste of time though.

As for 'what's the point?'. Luckily I have never imagined there is a point. We are born, we live, we die. Best to inhale as much life as one can while one can, and try to make life better for those in the penumbra, friends and family, in my case my students, my research community.... even if they aren't worth it . Black humour helps.

Best wishes to those struggling. Put on some of that fine music you love, @pearl.

 

[Zeberdi]

Shit down here too. Even though I have triggered a private referral (autism) nothing is happening. And anyway, what are they going to do? Tell me I don't process well information 'written between the lines'? No shit.

Anyway.....I can deal with the endogenous anxiety. I deal with the interpersonal interaction problems. Less easy to deal with are exogenous stressors such as the nightmare situation with a close family member (which I told you about in a PM, Zeb). But I have learned to accept the broken sleep and catastrophizing. Maybe it's because I have been through it all before. Such a waste of time though.

As for 'what's the point?'. Luckily I have never imagined there is a point. We are born, we live, we die. Best to inhale as much life as one can while one can, and try to make life better for those in the penumbra, friends and family, in my case my students, my research community.... even if they aren't worth it . Black humour helps.

Best wishes to those struggling. Put on some of that fine music you love, @pearl.

Sorry HWT - I feel gutted you are also struggling (and still with the family issue).

We really do need to meet up for a game preceded by a very long beer - can your wife drop you off at the UoS bar then pick up you up there after the match

 

[DavePage]

Is this still the Tuchel thread?

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

Sorry HWT - I feel gutted you are also struggling (and still with the family issue).

We really do need to meet up for a game preceded by a very long beer - can your wife drop you off at the UoS bar then pick up you up there after the match

Mrs T might drop me off one time if (finally) hooking up with Mrs HR, but with a teenager with ADHD, leaving Fav at a timely hour isn't normally on the menu.

As for the other....it is what it is. And nobody died. As Holly (eventually) said "They're all alive Dave".

In other news, Tommy Tootle is the new England Manager. You heard it here first!

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

Is this still the Tuchel thread?

See post above

 

[DavePage]

See post above

This is a football forum and to be honest Tuchel has shown disturbing traits during his career, no disrespect meant any other sufferers

 

[The Clamp]

I am not in a good place right now. A friend passed away recently. Sunday I found out the partner of another friend has stage 4 terminal cancer.
I am waiting for a minor op. Just feeling what's the point.
Sorry, I know some of you have real problems to cope with, but just feel so down
Right now

I hope things improve for you. Your problems are of course real. As is your reaction to them.

I consider myself rather resilient but lately I’m feeling a little overwhelmed by life. Work mainly but some other niggles that I build into huge things in my head when I’m feeling anxious.

I have some coping strategies but at the moment they’re not being that effective.

But that’s my issue.

Well done for speaking up on here. It does help.

 

[timbha]

I hope things improve for you. Your problems are of course real. As is your reaction to them.

I consider myself rather resilient but lately I’m feeling a little overwhelmed by life. Work mainly but some other niggles that I build into huge things in my head when I’m feeling anxious.

I have some coping strategies but at the moment they’re not being that effective.

But that’s my issue.

Well done for speaking up on here. It does help.

Considering yourself resilient can add to your anxiety. Give yourself a break and accept that you aren’t invincible. Worry about what really matters and only if you can do something about it. Work issues can really drag you down …… even when they’re not that important.

I wish you well.

 

[Greenbag50]

I have kidney disease. Kids may have it as well.
Stress is, what have I passed on to them, PKCKD.
It’s unseen, unkown, could be nothing.
I know I have it, but it’s silent to them.
They know it runs in family and I have efgr of 37
Stress of not knowing if they are affected, but don’t want to alarm them.
Just saying….
Get on with it

 

[BadFish]

This is remarkably similar to my mind except it decides to replay something stupid I said or did twenty years ago over and over.

What I've found helps is an alphabet game. It's something I learnt about as a sleep aid but it's pretty good at occupying that nagging "remember when..." part of my brain too.

Essentially - pick a five letter word with no or few repeating letters, 'brain' let's say, and then go through each letter in the word coming up with as many words as you can that begin with that letter. Once you've run out of 'B' words, move onto 'R' words and so on and then pick a new word if you get to the end.

It doesn't help with the root causes or underlying stressors or whatever but if you just want to shut your mind up and get some bloody sleep, it's pretty useful.

I find listening to podcasts really helps me, it is one single thing to focus your mind on and anchor it away from jumping around with intrusive thoughts. The same principal as what you are saying, just some focus that helps to aid sleep which is important.

There is a fantastic podcast about football finances that always sends me to sleep quickly*, Don't listen to it when driving!




*Of course I am joking @El Presidente, it is actually one of my favourite podcast that I listen to when awake so I don't miss anything, Not like the shite on the BBC . I even gave its sister podcast the price of music a crack today

 

[BadFish]

For anyone who struggle in the night, remember that there are a few of us living down under. So if you need someone but don't want to wake up UK people feel free to message me.

 

[pearl]

I hope you get the help you need Pearl.

The MH services are desperately lacking at the moment. I and my GP have been fighting for 6 months to get me MH support for my declining physical health and the daily overwhelming pain and debilitating fatigue - even the MH crisis outreach assessment team, my Neurology Consultant, the autism services, the long Covid clinic, the Cognitive rehab team and two clinical therapists at the GP practice (not qualified enough to help) have all said I needed urgent ongoing psychotherapy - but still having to cope alone and had repeated referrals turned down much to the shock of my GP.

It really is a difficult time to be needing support from the NHS. Hopefully your area has better funding than mine.

Keep the faith.

Really sorry to hear your health problems Zeberdi. That's terrible. Are you in London? My thoughts are with you .... Keep the Faith x

 

[Eeyore]

A nice thing to share. Always good to share uplifting news.

As I may have mentioned before. I don't attend football matches now or travel much due to acute anxiety issues about being away from home or more being committed and trapped in environments. As a rule, I will only even visit friends for an hour or two, or even have them here for that time due to becoming stressed if it's to be for much longer. By now folk have understood how my brain works and how little control I have over this. It can be very debilitating and so many invitations get turned down. Virtual contact is a God send.

I work from home and have video conferencing with many folk from all over the UK. We have an annual meet up which I threaten to attend but never do. This week it was in Lowestoft, 170 miles from here. It looked unlikely but I wasn't going to give up on it.

I hatched a plan that I would book some time off and, if I traveled, would go to the event on my own terms. The idea being that there was no pressure to be anywhere at anytime, even if I was there. The news came through that someone had dropped out and a room at the hotel was already paid for. This was good as I could stay there at no cost to the organisation, again no pressure.

I set out Tuesday afternoon. The furthest I have driven in one hit in the last few years is 90 miles. But I kept talking to myself all the way and being kind and complimentary about how I was handling the driving. I didn't stop, just kept going. The M25 wasn't too bad, the A12, well, I'm glad I didn't know that it was a virtual farmers track in places- and in the dark. Too late to turn back. I arrived in Lowestoft 4 hours later.

My boss hoped I'd come but put no pressure on me. I walked into the pub an hour before closing time and there were big hugs all round. Two of my colleagues who are dear friends after hours of video talk were there.

The following day I only attended a meeting 20 miles from there in the afternoon for a couple of hours. It was fine as I wasn't officially working. My only fear was that I had ran out of sleeping medication (I never sleep properly when I'm away from home) and I knew I needed to be on the road by 11.00 today to avoid driving on busy roads at night fall. I managed to get a batch of pills arranged at a Chemist in Lowestoft via my doctor here and got them with three minutes to spare. I slept well and made my way back today without a hitch.

This was a major step forward for me and I wanted to share my happiness. I work hard and I am met with equal support from my team. It was just lovely to finally meet some of them and have hugs all round.

 

[Wardy's twin]

A nice thing to share. Always good to share uplifting news.

As I may have mentioned before. I don't attend football matches now or travel much due to acute anxiety issues about being away from home or more being committed and trapped in environments. As a rule, I will only even visit friends for an hour or two, or even have them here for that time due to becoming stressed if it's to be for much longer. By now folk have understood how my brain works and how little control I have over this. It can be very debilitating and so many invitations get turned down. Virtual contact is a God send.

I work from home and have video conferencing with many folk from all over the UK. We have an annual meet up which I threaten to attend but never do. This week it was in Lowestoft, 170 miles from here. It looked unlikely but I wasn't going to give up on it.

I hatched a plan that I would book some time off and, if I traveled, would go to the event on my own terms. The idea being that there was no pressure to be anywhere at anytime, even if I was there. The news came through that someone had dropped out and a room at the hotel was already paid for. This was good as I could stay there at no cost to the organisation, again no pressure.

I set out Tuesday afternoon. The furthest I have driven in one hit in the last few years is 90 miles. But I kept talking to myself all the way and being kind and complimentary about how I was handling the driving. I didn't stop, just kept going. The M25 wasn't too bad, the A12, well, I'm glad I didn't know that it was a virtual farmers track in places- and in the dark. Too late to turn back. I arrived in Lowestoft 4 hours later.

My boss hoped I'd come but put no pressure on me. I walked into the pub an hour before closing time and there were big hugs all round. Two of my colleagues who a dear friends after hours of video talk were there.

The following day I only attended a meeting 20 miles from there in the afternoon for a couple of hours. It was fine as I wasn't officially working. My only fear was that I had ran out of sleeping medication (I never sleep properly when I'm away from home) and I knew I needed to be on the road by 11.00 today to avoid driving on busy roads at night fall. I managed to get a batch of pills arranged at a Chemist in Lowestoft via my doctor here and got them with three minutes to spare. I slept well and made my way back today without a hitch.

This was a major step forward for me and I wanted to share my happiness. I work hard and I am met with equal support from my team. It was just lovely to finally meet some of them and have hugs all round.

Sounds a bit like me 10-15 years ago. Most things are better now but still have bouts. Funnily enough starting to regularly attend football really helped me.

 

[Biscuit Barrel]

A nice thing to share. Always good to share uplifting news.

As I may have mentioned before. I don't attend football matches now or travel much due to acute anxiety issues about being away from home or more being committed and trapped in environments. As a rule, I will only even visit friends for an hour or two, or even have them here for that time due to becoming stressed if it's to be for much longer. By now folk have understood how my brain works and how little control I have over this. It can be very debilitating and so many invitations get turned down. Virtual contact is a God send.

I work from home and have video conferencing with many folk from all over the UK. We have an annual meet up which I threaten to attend but never do. This week it was in Lowestoft, 170 miles from here. It looked unlikely but I wasn't going to give up on it.

I hatched a plan that I would book some time off and, if I traveled, would go to the event on my own terms. The idea being that there was no pressure to be anywhere at anytime, even if I was there. The news came through that someone had dropped out and a room at the hotel was already paid for. This was good as I could stay there at no cost to the organisation, again no pressure.

I set out Tuesday afternoon. The furthest I have driven in one hit in the last few years is 90 miles. But I kept talking to myself all the way and being kind and complimentary about how I was handling the driving. I didn't stop, just kept going. The M25 wasn't too bad, the A12, well, I'm glad I didn't know that it was a virtual farmers track in places- and in the dark. Too late to turn back. I arrived in Lowestoft 4 hours later.

My boss hoped I'd come but put no pressure on me. I walked into the pub an hour before closing time and there were big hugs all round. Two of my colleagues who are dear friends after hours of video talk were there.

The following day I only attended a meeting 20 miles from there in the afternoon for a couple of hours. It was fine as I wasn't officially working. My only fear was that I had ran out of sleeping medication (I never sleep properly when I'm away from home) and I knew I needed to be on the road by 11.00 today to avoid driving on busy roads at night fall. I managed to get a batch of pills arranged at a Chemist in Lowestoft via my doctor here and got them with three minutes to spare. I slept well and made my way back today without a hitch.

This was a major step forward for me and I wanted to share my happiness. I work hard and I am met with equal support from my team. It was just lovely to finally meet some of them and have hugs all round.

That it brilliant and a massive step forward. That sounds exactly like me a few years ago. I went through it for about 5 years. I then had around 5 years of being really good, but the last year has been a bit more of a struggle (nothing as bad as before).

I have stopped going to away matches this season due to a anxiety attack at the QPR friendly back in the summer, but I hope to start going again soon.

 

[pearl]

A nice thing to share. Always good to share uplifting news.

As I may have mentioned before. I don't attend football matches now or travel much due to acute anxiety issues about being away from home or more being committed and trapped in environments. As a rule, I will only even visit friends for an hour or two, or even have them here for that time due to becoming stressed if it's to be for much longer. By now folk have understood how my brain works and how little control I have over this. It can be very debilitating and so many invitations get turned down. Virtual contact is a God send.

I work from home and have video conferencing with many folk from all over the UK. We have an annual meet up which I threaten to attend but never do. This week it was in Lowestoft, 170 miles from here. It looked unlikely but I wasn't going to give up on it.

I hatched a plan that I would book some time off and, if I traveled, would go to the event on my own terms. The idea being that there was no pressure to be anywhere at anytime, even if I was there. The news came through that someone had dropped out and a room at the hotel was already paid for. This was good as I could stay there at no cost to the organisation, again no pressure.

I set out Tuesday afternoon. The furthest I have driven in one hit in the last few years is 90 miles. But I kept talking to myself all the way and being kind and complimentary about how I was handling the driving. I didn't stop, just kept going. The M25 wasn't too bad, the A12, well, I'm glad I didn't know that it was a virtual farmers track in places- and in the dark. Too late to turn back. I arrived in Lowestoft 4 hours later.

My boss hoped I'd come but put no pressure on me. I walked into the pub an hour before closing time and there were big hugs all round. Two of my colleagues who are dear friends after hours of video talk were there.

The following day I only attended a meeting 20 miles from there in the afternoon for a couple of hours. It was fine as I wasn't officially working. My only fear was that I had ran out of sleeping medication (I never sleep properly when I'm away from home) and I knew I needed to be on the road by 11.00 today to avoid driving on busy roads at night fall. I managed to get a batch of pills arranged at a Chemist in Lowestoft via my doctor here and got them with three minutes to spare. I slept well and made my way back today without a hitch.

This was a major step forward for me and I wanted to share my happiness. I work hard and I am met with equal support from my team. It was just lovely to finally meet some of them and have hugs all round.

Thanks for sharing that. It was lovely to read.
Very best wishes and good times

 

[seagullwedgee]

Eeyore, well done, well done indeed, I’m proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself. Celebrate that huge step. But equally, celebrate the small steps you make too. And by small steps, I mean just survival and daily continuity. It takes real courage to share what you did. And in return you should get some reflected warmth from all the brethren of NSC. Families who have not suffered may not understand just how big your forward step was. That’s fine, that’s ok. But deep down, I know, and you are built of very sound, very solid, very decent stuff. Let’s celebrate you, and all those in your close support circle.