u/Forward_Letterhead49

Recently came face to face with death after swallowing 40 pills. I got saved and fought for my life in the ICU. Ever since, it felt like the old reasonable anxious me died and a second life took over.

Whenever someone tries to fuck with me at the slightest, I say horrible shit and I'm even ready to punch them cuz I want to send a message that nobody will fuck with me anymore.

My therapist says I need to not react the anger at the person who caused it or other people around me. But how do I do that? I have to get my anger in control.

I have an MSI Z690 wifi MOBO. I initially had a 550 W PSU and RTX 2060 super. That ran quite well for 4 years. Now I wanted a better card so I bought an expensive RX 9070 XT OC from powercooler whatever. It was a good deal. It arrived home and I tried plugging it in but the GPU didn't turn on. Did some research and found out that I need 750W PSU. I wanted some headroom so I went to the local PC gaming shop and bought a DeepCool PN850

Connected everything. Did perfect cable management and shit. Now PC doesn't turn on at all. No lights, no fans, no sounds, no burning smell. The lights in my room Did dim for a second though but it was fine after.

One important detail is that the PSU power cord (16A, 250 V) that came with it, doesn't fit on my wall socket. The ground pin is thicker than my... yeah. Anyway.. I used my old PSU power cord (6A, 230 or 240 V, dont remember) and it doesn't work.

I've recently been through some insane shit and I'm unemployed. So when I bought an expensive graphic card so I could feel better by playing at a higher fps and this shit happens (the shop won't take returns), I'm so frustrated man.

If anyone's got an idea to troubleshoot it, be my guest (I don't have paperclip, multimeter or any of that shit). If it's a DOA PSU, I'll use it as my cat's litter box, at least she can feel like she's taking a shit on an expensive toilet. GG

Hey all.

couple of weeks ago, I attempted. I downed something to slow down my heart rate because my heart was at 140 at the time. Then slowly started to pass out in some clayey soil and my dad came to save me. I still remember yelling about some opinions and told them to put my dad in a cell. Quite frankly, I was being treated as a punching bag for others. I'm 27 and I don't have a partner. My friends all have people they can marry (some married too). So I was in a depressive state. I went home and I was home alone cuz dad works in the day.

Anyway, I remember a gigantic tube being shoved through my nose to pump out the ******** in my system but they also sedated me so next thing I know, I woke up in an air conditioned ICU (Intensive care unit) and saw dad talking to a doctor. I was happy, that smile told me I wanted to live more. So I spend 7 days in psychiatric facility and we go home and nobody even messaged me to ask why I went inactive for so long. When I asked a friend "hey I didn't get any get well wishes". He said "they won't. Because you bought a house and didn't invite us" and I was like "bro, I didnt buy a house, that's my dad's ancestral house. I went there cuz I quit my job and was in a depressed mood all the time" and he started defending his friends. I just blocked all 5 of them cuz if I did die, they wouldn't care. Then things started settling back to normal where I'm the punching bag again.

But friends, there's a good ending even in this. I'm currently doing a project which exponentially increases my chances of getting a job. So I'll move out and never talk to any of these people ever again. Cheers to the future. Chin up folks, you wanna celebrate? celebrate. Don't let unemployment slow your self love.