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Me first: 🌊🛢️

Iba talaga pag family business

Lapag niyo rin companies niyo na ayaw magpa wfh

Im tired of being a bedspacer. My roommates are okay but I just want my own place. Ill be starting a new job with 65k (55k net)

Current Bills and expenses: 23k
Projected bills and expenses after moving: 35k
Take home: 20k

Ive been working for almost 2 years already. I just want my own place

I (28M) never believed in therapy and psych medicine until I did both.

Before I was on meds, I would wake up severely tired, I would feel anxious all day. and At night, I felt
like I wanted to die.

I did not want to initiate the act of killing myself but Im okay with getting hit by a bus or accidentally falling off somewhere. Passive s-word ideation.

At first I blamed it on work, because I hated my work. Then, I felt like it was because Im not sleeping well. Then i thought it was because of my diet.

I slept early, ate well, exercised. Basically, I took care of myself. But nothing worked. I still felt tired, anxious, and s-word

Until I had a breakdown. I burned relationships, I did stupid shts because i thought those things were gonna help me. It took me 9 months after that breakdown when I decided to get help and try medicine.

I was diagnosed with GAD and a sprinkle of depression.

I wrote this before actively seeking out help.

“Why would I ask for help when in the morning I’d feel okay? Why should I let others know im suffering when after a good meal i’d feel okay. Why would i let my friend know that I cannot imagine what 5 years from now woud look like when I am able to laugh and smile and crack jokes with them everyday. Why should they know that Id love the day when tomorrow would never come if I tell them how excited I am about the new film that would be released a month from now. Why should i let them know that i starve myself when they see how much i enjoy my sweets. Its not that that bad, its just not great and at the end of the i I tell myself that tomorrows another day but i secretly wish that the sun never rises”

5 months on meds and therapy. I have energy again. I dont hate my job that much. I appreciate the colors of the sun reflecting off a 10-storey building, the blue tint of the trees when it’s about to rain. I appreciate life. Ofc, I still relapse. But i wish i took them sooner

Im writing this to hopefully help. Go seek help. A good diet and exercise can only help you so much

Sorry for the wrong grammar. I just wrote this on a whim.

Questions? Ask me anything