Discussion in 'Mental Health Disorders' started by Loco72, Jan 9, 2008.
I'm so tired, physically, mentally...and worst of all, my soul is tired...*sigh*
Me, too Loco. Ever seen the movie Eight Below? It's about these sled dogs that get stranded out in the snow? Arctic or something. (Many are eventually rescued.) Don't remember the story but do remember this poignant scene where one of the dogs carries food over to a very tired, sick fellow dog....
While the rest feast, this dog forfeits has lot, offering it to his ill comrade. The sick one is too tired or just unable to partake of the offering, so the other one just lies down by his side.
Well that's me with you Loco. I'm not very well but I see you in need and I am here for you. I am by your side in spirit. Note: You must hold out for me, though. And I must hold out for you.
Are you old enough to remember Simon and Grafunkel's Bridge Over Troubled Waters?
When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
Damned song is 40 years old and I listen to it and muse, "Would but there be such a real person in my life."
The song fully applies with us, ok?
You hold on, dear.
Well Help u just moved me to tears :smile: :hug:
The feeling of being so tired seems to be around a lot lately and can so relate.
It makes everything twice as hard to deal with too so stuff doesn't get done and then you have the added worry of that and feel even more tired. :sad:
Maybe when the depressive months of Jan and Feb have passed things will look brighter:unsure: Lets hope so anyways. :hug:
Thank you so much...your words brought tears my eyes as well...I don't know the song, but the lyrics are beautiful. It reminds me of a song by Plumb...Always.
if only i could cry... then i might not have to resort to... other methods of relief... great lyrics though
austinhp78 :hug:, i totally understand...I've not been able to cry at all...wishing i could...
thanks for understanding... there was a period of time when i would cry more than i would have liked. now i cant at all... no matter how much i urge i on i just cant find it in me... as if i had been dried up of all my tears :sad:...
Yea... Yeah crying has the ability to scare the hell out of me. lol
I'm a guy, see, and when I have the privacy, and just let loose and allow--really allow--the tears to flow, it can be both cathartic and relieving.
Sometimes though, I'll just wail. Knowing that laughter is a close kin of weeping, I sometimes "wail" and let it ALL hang out.
Well. For a guy... you know, A MAN lol, that can be freaky. :nerves::laugh:
And Loco OMG, Loco you HAVE to get it. Download it or something. The original studio version. Get to know the song, and your heart just may ache for that friend or ally of whom Art Garfunkel sings eloquently.
And the piano perfectly compliments him in his assurance. Hehe. Hey, I've known it for twenty years now. It still makes me cry--or puts a lump in my throat.
Terry, your post is appreciated (and touching) and inspires me to keep empathizing where I can.
Thank you, Terry
Hey, I'm sure many of you know of The Rose? A Bette Midler tune made for a movie by the same name, it literally puts to music the story of my life. [Of interesting note, as sung by Bette Midler, "The Rose" was also selected in 2004 by the board of The American Film Institute to to rank 83 in the 100 Years of the Greatest Songs list.]
Of course, as with any song, the melody is half of the message.... you really need to have heard it in order to be so touched....
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed
[short piano interlude]
It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love, in the spring
Becomes the rose
Well, that's me. The nights have been too lonely and the road, just FAR too long; also I do think that love is only for the lucky and the strong.
My winter has yet to see the sun's love.
yeah im a guy as well but the issue is that whenever there is the slight chance of me being able to cry, im not in a situation where i can. right now i just pushed for all i could but all i could get was slighly watery eyes....:sad:
Re: The Rose!!!
I love the Rose...first heard it when I was about 10, and it touched me and has stayed one of my favourite songs ever.
I have never been able to cry really, well, not cry for myself. Since the age of 9 (when my father committed suicide) I've had to be the strong one in the family. My mother was in and out of hospital for depression, suicide attempts, and my poor brother was only 6, so I had to take care/protect him too. The only times I coul dlet myself cry is watching tv/movies...sometimes even commercials will make me cry. I used to be ablet o cry in almost any movie, I even got teary eyed in Shrek! I have a couple of movies I keep on hand, that I know will make me cry, "Benji, the hunted" and a movie called "Pharlap". I can just hear the theme music and I get teary eyed...or used to. Nowadays there's nothing...just nothing...I'll be sitting at my therepists in her office, not able to speak, that's how upset I am, but nothing, not even 1 tear...
I'm so tired of having to be the strong one...but the bad part is, I bring it upon myself now...I do best when I'm helping smeone else, but I can't even help myself...just so tired of myself really...
i know exactly how you feel. you find yourself constantly helping others while all your own issues are getting all pent up inside you. well last night, sound wierd saying this, but luckily i managed to cry... it kind of happened by accident. my friend who doesnt know about any of my issues sent me an instant message saying that he was worried about meand if i was okay. eventually i ended up telling him that i cut and pretty much everything else. all i can say is that it was extremely hard... i pretty much have two friends. my best friend who i would tell anything without hesitation and then this one. i knew that i could trust him and all... it just was sooo much harder than when i first told my best friend. all i can say though, is that even though i may only have two friends, i am so grateful that they are so accepting and understanding. i would be destroyed if either of them gave me crap for it... on the bright side, it stopped me from cutting cause after all, before he talked to me, i was literally just about to take out my razor... that was probably the first time i had cried in about... 6 months, possibly longer.... :sad:
*sigh*...this tiredness does not seem to be going away... I'm trying...trying to be sociable...you know ...pretend you are ok and eventually you will be...but I'm too tired for that.
Loco, I don't want to see you just left hanging. The tiredness--as you describe it--it a hallmak of clinical depression. Are you seeing someone about it?
Feel free to PM at any time. I am here, ok?
Tired...I am so tired all the time. I have insomnia too. That really sucks because even when I am completely exhausted I can't sleep. And that makes me even more tired. I can't concentrate, I can't focus. My drive is down but when I get on a path to get something done nothing can get in my way.
I don't want to go out, I just want to sit at home in my chair, sleep, watch tv and listen to the radio.
I'm cold, very very cold. I get home in the afternoon and put my blanket in the drier. When it is really hot I take it out and wrap up in it while sitting with a heat pad on my back.
loving that song and the lyrics
and they are french yay!
To the small legion of "Tired" who have participated in this thread:
I am growing completely impotent here, which is to say I've run out of *words* that can possibly help.
See, tiredness, lethargy, features of depression -- they can be potential signs of anything. And until you guys act (i.e., go to a doctor & get thoroughly checked out), there isn't a word that be said on this forum to remedy your woes.
Sure, I understand that the act of writing itself can be therapeutic, but only to a degree. I cannot carry you into a physician's office to get your butts checked out. (Well that... That didn't uh. Come out right, with the butts and all, but... lol)
It might not be fair. It mightn't seem fair, but sometimes ya gots to act very agressively to get the engine of life re-started.
Really, it comes down to how badly you want to live, an intensely personal issue.