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On a Road to Catastrophe?

Depression & Anxiety | Last Active: Nov 7, 2019 | Replies (27)

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@guener having that kind of thinking seems to be something that I have experienced myself. However, when I did lose my job, I had to take a serious look on what I was going to do to continue living where I was, and making ends meet. It was an unexpected job loss, and I had no reserve funds. A friend wanted me to move back to a room in her house, in an area 30 miles away, where there was little chance of employment. I really had to work hard at not ending up homeless. I'm glad that you have brought this conversation forward, as it seems very important to you! How have you responded in the past, how have you worked yourself out of it? For me, I had to just believe that it wouldn't get that bad. And I had to believe that I had resources somewhere inside of me to help me not fail completely. I had to think about what I had done in the past, what I had accomplished and where I had failed, too. At one time I was so broke, when I was training racehorses, that I ate hot bran Mash that I made for the horses, that was my meal. I was sleeping in a horse stall. Everything I owned fit in a 4 foot by 3 foot box. It took a long time to work out of that situation. I know there is no magic potion, no magic button to push to change our thinking. We have to find out what we can do ourselves. I don't know if this makes any sense to you or if I'm just rattling on. I hope you will respond and let us know how you are doing, and know that you are not alone in your battles.
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@gingerw I had to do a lot of thinking when I was in the shelter, and from that I realized that I, too, was capable of enduring much more than I thought that I could. I found a few people whom I could trust, who were also seeing beyond where they were eating and sleeping. I saw people get taken away for hospitalization, by the police, and I felt still human nonetheless. I accepted every bit of counseling and assistance I could get my hands on, and ultimately I felt strong enough to be humble and ask for aid from my family for six months. Since then I have a job again, I am on medication that works for me, I practice awareness of my thoughts, gratitude, and I try to stay connected to others who are experiencing or have been through similar straits. Last night I had a dream where I was going down a road toward dire things, but I understand it's just buried thought patterns wending their way when I'm less in control. Not that I'm a control freak now, not at all, and that reads into my answer to another post forthcoming.