u/salty-wheat-thins

There's way too many people. When I went in 2024 I was able to do all the mazes I wanted, rides, and 2 shows without staying later than closing. This year we went on a Thursday and had early access and we were only able to do 3 mazes and 2 rides.

If you don't have early access, you only have 6 hours to do everything you want (IF you get there right when the gates open). If every maze takes 45 mins-2 hours then that doesn't leave you with enough time to truly enjoy your experience, in my opinion.

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe others had a great time. Let me know. I'm just shocked how big a difference there was in wait times from 2024 to 2026. What the hell happened?

Edit: I forgot to mention the terror tram! So I technically did 4 mazes my bad

That's all angry customers are, they are insecure. Something small happens and they immediately assume that this was purposeful, targeted, that they are being personally disrespected. They blow up about it because it is their way of feeling powerful when their fragile ego's are threatened. They think they are strong, but they go out of their way to attack people who they know can't fight back. They are the weakest of all.

Just went through my biggest spiral in a while and noticed the physical effect it had on my body. For three days straight I was exhausted to the point that getting out of bed and standing up was a struggle, I had random hot flashes, I felt nauseous, my stomach was in pain and breathing was difficult.

It's crazy that our minds can do something like that, that they can make themselves so stressed and overworked that our body will start shutting down. I literally thought I had a flu, I even considered calling out of work.

Do you guys get sick like this during spirals?

It doesn't mean we feel sad, it means we feel nothing. There is nothing pushing us forward-- no passion, no drive, no hope, no care. It is not because we are choosing to look negatively on the world, it is because we genuinely do not have the right amount of chemicals in our heads. It is biological, not something that can be controlled.

My coworker told me that being depressed just means there is something you aren't dealing with in your past. In some cases that can help, but overall is incorrect.

I don't have trauma, and I'm still depressed.

I have friends and family that love me, and I'm still depressed.

My life is good, and I'm still depressed.

I have a positive outlook on life and people, and I'M STILL DEPRESSED.

Anyways, I know I can't change what people think, and that's fine. I just wanted to vent a little to those who do really know what it is and may understand the frustration of being misunderstood.

It is. It is actually living in hell every day. I have ADHD, depression, anxiety, and OCD and for the first time in my whole life I am finding relief. Through this relief I have come to understand how extremely heavy the burden was. It didn't just destroy my brain, it also destroyed my body. I was exhausted every day, I felt sick most of the time, I battled severe stomach pain for 10 years. I've lost great opportunities, tons of money, and years of my life.

Every minute of the day was a battle. I would wake up and be thrown one way, then another, then another and it would never stop. Mentally, physically and emotionally drained for 23 years straight.

And some people still have the audacity to say mental illness doesn't exist. They still don't take it seriously. It affects every facet of life and every single thing that you do. It is torture.

Yesterday I was telling my co-worker my struggles with ADHD and he told me I don't need medication and I just "need to have a more positive outlook" and "believe in myself."

I told him ADHD is a disability and willpower doesn't work. Like would you tell someone with a broken arm that it can work again if they just believe enough?

I hate how no one takes us seriously lol. What are some of the most annoying things you hear from non-ADHD'ers?

I went through 7 hellish years of BDD controlling every second of my life. I thought I was lesser than human, lesser than animal, that I deserved nothing more than disgust and hate. It took many years and many different epiphanies to get where I am today, but one moment in particular really stuck--

I found a picture of myself when I was 2. I was smiling, wearing a cute flower dress and pink booties and a hairband in my hair. This little girl did not cry in bathroom mirrors, or tear herself apart every day, or loathe the ground she walked. She liked dogs, and flowers, and the color purple.

All I could say was that I was sorry. I'm so sorry for the nasty things that I say, I'm so sorry for what I have done to you. Seeing the picture made me look at myself through my mother's eyes-- as something beyond physical traits, as something that deserved to be loved and to love herself regardless.

The next time you see a childhood photo, I urge you to imagine you could sit down and talk with them. Would you still be able to call yourself ugly? Unlovable? Undeserving?

That child is still within you. I couldn't fight for myself, so I fought for her.

For those that had to discover they had ADHD on their own, what made you realize that you were different from others? Was there a specific moment or symptom? Did you connect it to ADHD at the time?

For me it was because kids at school would tell me to stop talking or shut up, they would look annoyed with me. Teachers would always tell me I was too loud as well. I didn't understand what I was doing wrong, I was just being myself :(

When you live with anxiety your whole life it can be hard to recognize what it actually is. You've had it for so long that it just feels like a part of you. My SSRI's are finally starting to work and, wow, i'm shocked. Now that my anxiety is gone, I truly recognize the deep impact it had on my brain all these years.

Anxiety is a weight. A very heavy weight. It takes so much away from you, and it takes and takes and takes. It is a parasite that sucks the energy out of your mind and soul. It is a deep restlessness, a feeling that one can never truly relax and be comfortable in their own body. Most of all, it is a pain. It feels like daggers are being thrown at our heads from the inside. It feels like a physical attack. How draining it is to be attacked over and over again every day and having to fight it every day like our life depended on it? It is a constant, exhausting battle that goes in circles forever.

This is what it feels like to me, but I would like to know, what does anxiety feel like to you?

I don't see people talk a lot about the terrible loss of identity that comes with depression. It steals away your hobbies, your personality, your interests, everything that makes you feel like a unique person. I keep comparing myself to who I was before it got bad and I see a completely different human being. Now I feel like a blank slate, just going through the motions, and nothing more. Like my soul has been snuffed out. It has given me a lot of anxiety wondering if this is just who I am now and if I'll be stuck like this forever. I just started meds and I'm hoping it will help me rediscover who I am. I really want myself back.

I have been thinking a lot about how me and my boyfriends different libido's will cause us to break up and usually I can say "this is just OCD" but since I have developed meta-OCD (fear that I don't really have OCD) I now can't use that to fight it. Instead my brain just says "you don't actually have OCD and this is real." I'm coming here for advice, how do I beat this? Can I learn to be okay with not knowing if it is real or not?

Just had the worst panic attack of my life (I don't reccommend taking stimulants the first week of SSRI's)! And I came here for some comfort and was curious what it feels like for different people to have panic or anxiety attacks.

For me it felt like a deep restlessness in my body that evolved into waves of torture where my heart was beating so hard it hurt, I couldn't breath, and my entire body was on fire. The waves just got worse and worse until I was kinda in shock. It's like having the worst flu ever, an allergy attack, and a complete metal breakdown at the same time. I guess that makes sense since your body thinks you are deadass dying.

Looking forward to hearing others experiences!

Just started Prozac and I wanted advice from people that have tried SSRI's. Was there really a big difference? Anything I should know before going in?

I have been on meds for over two years now and my life has greatly improved. I can keep a job, I can live on my own, I am a normal functioning person. Why am I still not happy?

Recently I can't help but feel I have lost something. I used to be very outgoing, high-energy, creative, I cared deeply about everything and was moved deeply by everything. Now I am a serious person. I struggle to engage with others, I don't have as much passion and excitement in my heart, the world doesn't feel as magical as it once did.

So the only way I can succeed in life is if I give up everything that made me special? The only way I can properly function is if my personality and emotions are stripped away? It's just not fair. Having ADHD felt like hell but not having it feels like nothing. Empty.

I know that ADHD management is possible without meds, and I am happy for people who can do that, but mine is severe to the point where it would be extremely difficult. I just wanted to vent because I'm in this weird place where I'm excited about finally being successful but I also can't stop mourning the things I gave up to get here. It's hard. I only hope one day there will be a better solution for all of us.

My whole life I would only listen to a very small amount of music and I would just listen to those same songs over and over and over again. I could never get myself to put in the time to find something new (unless it was related to a hyperfixation). Right after starting meds this completely changed. I now get bored with songs super fast and have to find new ones every day. This might not be a thing for everyone with ADHD but I know for sure that this was related to mine.

Also I used to get these random euphoric surges where everything just felt awesome and beautiful for a few minutes and since taking meds I don't get it anymore. rip

I have a lot more little things I noticed but I want to hear yours!

Some days you will wake up and it just won't be there. You know what you have to do, you want to do it, but the little push that you need doesn't come. It is days like these that I must remind myself that it's okay if I don't get done what I wanted to. Instead of letting the anxiety and self-hate consume me, I must let go. This is out of my control.

If anyone out there needs a reminder, here it is. You don't have to force yourself to get it done. Even on meds, there are times when your body won't allow you to do what you want. Take a breather, release yourself from the expectation that you have to get it done, remind yourself that it isn't your fault. Once the pressure we put on ourselves has lifted, getting things done can often feel a lot more possible ❤️

I've noticed that every exciting experience that I have had in the past year- a festival, a concert, a vacation to Europe- have all been ruined by my mind. The whole time I was there, I kept checking how I was feeling. I kept asking am I enjoying this enough? Shouldn't I be feeling happier? I would compare myself to others and question if something was wrong with me and feel like I somehow ruined everything. Then I would ruminate about it the following days or weeks.

I feel like my OCD is doing this because these are events that I really care about and are supposed to bring me joy. If I don't have 100% the greatest most perfect time of my whole life, my brain tells me it was bad and I'm somehow at fault. I can only focus on the negative.

I hate this and I just want to have fun again. Anyone else have this or have advice?

I touch my hair every second of every day. I pull on it, I run it between my fingers and underneath my nails and I have been doing it since I was a child. I have tried putting it up, wearing beanies and wearing gloves but nothing ever works in the long term. I wanted to see if anyone else with body repetitive behavior can help me, I really need advice. It is very distracting, damages my hair, and drives me insane but I can't get myself to stop.