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Does anyone else get that thing where you sometimes think that your memories aren’t your own?

 

Yesterday I was, for no reason, thinking of something and reminiscing in my head, but the memories didn’t feel real. I was questioning if they actually happened to me, or if I’d seen them somewhere.

 

This has happened many times to me before. It’s just weird. I look back and think, “Did that actually happen? Was that real?”

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About time I posted here.

Signed off work with stress and exhaustion. Think there's more to it than that but my main focus when I went to the doctor was just to get the time off work. I'm very stubborn and just ride out bad feelings but I snapped and knew I needed time off.

My problem is I really can't bare the thought of going back. How will I know when I'm ready?


When I had my time off I inadvertently bumped into a colleague from work at the supermarket who knew why I was off.

I was trying to avoid the topic but he forced me into it but gave me the best advice.

He said take as much time as you need but when you think you're ready, give yourself another fortnight to be sure.

Ultimately it's a decision that has to be made at some point. I came to realise that going back to work was part of the healing process, so it's no use waiting until you feel great again, which i was kind of hoping for when I first went off.

Ease yourself back in, my work was great and allowed me a staggered return. I did a fortnight of 4 hours a day, then upped it every fortnight until eventually back to full time.

Try and make it clear that you need your work to be taken off you, the last thing you want is to come back to a huge pile of shit waiting for you.

Like I say, take your time, you will know in yourself when you're ready to go back. Also make sure you use the time to get proper rest and get better. My first week off I went full pelt going to the gym etc thinking I needed to be really active to replace work but I was in reality just substituting the pressure I put on myself in work to my fitness etc, I took a day off the gym and battered myself mentally about it. Took the doctor to tell me that I wasn't helping myself.

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When I had my time off I inadvertently bumped into a colleague from work at the supermarket who knew why I was off.

I was trying to avoid the topic but he forced me into it but gave me the best advice.

He said take as much time as you need but when you think you're ready, give yourself another fortnight to be sure.

Ultimately it's a decision that has to be made at some point. I came to realise that going back to work was part of the healing process, so it's no use waiting until you feel great again, which i was kind of hoping for when I first went off.

Ease yourself back in, my work was great and allowed me a staggered return. I did a fortnight of 4 hours a day, then upped it every fortnight until eventually back to full time.

Try and make it clear that you need your work to be taken off you, the last thing you want is to come back to a huge pile of shit waiting for you.

Like I say, take your time, you will know in yourself when you're ready to go back. Also make sure you use the time to get proper rest and get better. My first week off I went full pelt going to the gym etc thinking I needed to be really active to replace work but I was in reality just substituting the pressure I put on myself in work to my fitness etc, I took a day off the gym and battered myself mentally about it. Took the doctor to tell me that I wasn't helping myself.


I've already had two people ask me if I'm back next week. While I'm sure they meant nothing by it it's incredibly unhelpful to me.

Appreciate the advice though pal, and from everyone else.

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Does anyone else get that thing where you sometimes think that your memories aren’t your own?
 
Yesterday I was, for no reason, thinking of something and reminiscing in my head, but the memories didn’t feel real. I was questioning if they actually happened to me, or if I’d seen them somewhere.
 
This has happened many times to me before. It’s just weird. I look back and think, “Did that actually happen? Was that real?”


False memories. Very common, don't worry about it. Every time you think of a memory, it's about 1000000x miles away from the original memory, as your neurons do not fire and carry the signal the same way as when they did when the memory first occurred.

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Does anyone else get that thing where you sometimes think that your memories aren’t your own?
 
Yesterday I was, for no reason, thinking of something and reminiscing in my head, but the memories didn’t feel real. I was questioning if they actually happened to me, or if I’d seen them somewhere.
 
This has happened many times to me before. It’s just weird. I look back and think, “Did that actually happen? Was that real?”

Remember that time I was the third Hardy Boy?

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Err yeah, we all loaned you £100 for your pram business venture on dragons den.

 

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Delighted to hear the boy that went to NYC has been sent home and hopefully will get the help he desperately needs.

 

There was a talk in my work yesterday, a guy called Lee House, who is Bipolar, and has a project called Hummingbird. It was fantastic, I would recommend everyone to have a look at his Facebook page.

 

Edit: Might as well give an update on my situation. I am still on antidepressants and strong sleeping pills. I always had terrible trouble with nightmares, specifically in the last 10 months or so, but in the last four months I am having much more vivid dreams and nightmares, where I know I am asleep, but I still do absolutely awful things, and it does worry me to go to sleep. Thankfully in the last week or two these have been few and far between, but they still put the fear of God in me when they happen.

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I've been feeling awful lately, as if my mind is beginning to deteriorate. It sounds daft, but there are loads of occasions where I do something then don't feel as if it's me that has done it, and I'm getting really angry at the smallest of things. I really do feel like I'm going mad.
I enjoy my own company, but I am spending more time with my family and I'm back at college now so see my pals there. The problem is that I feel lonelier when none of them are there. I do try and keep busy by doing a variety of things, but it only takes a second of not doing so for me to become drained again.
I haven't been drunk or done any drugs for more than a month now, which I thought would help, but it hasn't whatsoever.
I've had a brilliant year since I first started getting depressive thoughts (around this time last year). I've had some brilliant experiences and such, but they always end up with me thinking that I'll never get to relive that happiness again. I don't have any intentions of going out with my friends because I know this will always overcome me.

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Wouldn't post that here. A lot of people on this forum seem to have an irrational hatred of him.


Really? Why the hate?

Wasn't sure where to post it tbh, but this thread seemed the most appropriate.

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Bit of a random question mate, but you said he was denied entry. I'm assuming he didn't get a visa?

It's just incredible to think that forgetting to get a visa has saved his life.


I wasn't sure of his Visa situation as he and his family go often to Florida and anywhere else there is a Wrestlemania on. I know there's something where you need to renew it every 2 years now(?). Alternatively I am not sure if the police had contacted the relevant authorities at JFK (if they even have that power?) to let them know of a passage that was a potential danger to himself. Either way we are glad he was as the other outcome would be unthinkable for his wife and wee boy and everyone else that knows him.

I am going through to his parents house tomorrow to see him and my Mrs is taking his out for coffee and shopping. My wife will likely get a clearer picture of how he was stopped. Anytime I have spoken to his wife this week she has understandably been somewhat "scatter-brained".

He opened up to me a bit more last night which was good. I shared to him more about my struggles which helped him I hope. He did stop short and said some stuff was for another time and I was never going to push him when he is not ready.

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13 hours ago, D.A.F.C said:

Err yeah, we all loaned you £100 for your pram business venture on dragons den.

 

At what percentage of the business?

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5 hours ago, Adolfo Rios said:

 


I wasn't sure of his Visa situation as he and his family go often to Florida and anywhere else there is a Wrestlemania on. I know there's something where you need to renew it every 2 years now(?). 

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Hullo everyone. My name's Shotgun and after reading, and benefiting from this thread for some time,  I think it's time to pull up a chair and introduce myself.
I was diagnosed with depression about a year ago, although I'm sure I was dealing with it without realising for much longer. I'm not going to go into all the details but Mrs. Shotgun has suffered from clinical depression (much worse than mine) for many years now and unfortunately, despite my efforts to help her, it appears I've simply been pulled down. It's a loving relationship, just not a particularly functional one.
As for me - at 55 years old, in a middle-management job which has long lost its spark, I'm apparently a classic candidate for male depression. All the usual symptoms; lethargy, poor sleeping habits, lack of interest in things I used to enjoy, inability to stick with things and so on. Probably my biggest challenge is that I work from home and living in a fairly remote location, often go for several days without directly interacting with anyone outside the house. And for some time, my work output has been the bare minimum to get by. Given the rounds of layoffs my company has had over the last couple of years, this is ridiculously self-destructive but too many days, I just can't get my arse into gear. I've tried medication and sleeping pills but the side effects were worse than the depression so instead I've been tackling it old school, with alcohol and the odd toot on the legal marrywanny. You'll be shocked to learn they haven't fixed the issue either but I 'do' look forward to them and get pleasure when I indulge, so there's that.
Exercise helps big time, especially hiking and cycling. This has been a tough year for those though as I had a bad dose of bronchitis in the spring, an injured back in the summer and we've had torrential, destructive thunderstorms on an almost daily basis since June. I have a gym membership and could go there but...you know.
And so here we are. This post took me almost an hour to type but at least I've finally done it. I'm going to put the kettle on now. Anybody want anything?

May have taken an hour but you got it written and posted. That's a start. Sounds like you know your stuff tbh, what's causing it (or making it worse) and to try and live right and exercise. So, I've no advice really. Just try and stick at the exercise and chuck yourself in to work - at 55 you probably don't have too many working years left? f**k it, give them your all and get out being able to look back happily.
Keep supporting the Mrs and try talk to her about your issues.
Lastly, just rest assure you're not alone! You, and anyone else can always drop a pm whenever need be. I've got quite a lot causing the darkness just now, but we'll all get through it

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26 minutes ago, Shotgun said:

Hullo everyone. My name's Shotgun and after reading, and benefiting from this thread for some time,  I think it's time to pull up a chair and introduce myself.

I was diagnosed with depression about a year ago, although I'm sure I was dealing with it without realising for much longer. I'm not going to go into all the details but Mrs. Shotgun has suffered from clinical depression (much worse than mine) for many years now and unfortunately, despite my efforts to help her, it appears I've simply been pulled down. It's a loving relationship, just not a particularly functional one.

As for me - at 55 years old, in a middle-management job which has long lost its spark, I'm apparently a classic candidate for male depression. All the usual symptoms; lethargy, poor sleeping habits, lack of interest in things I used to enjoy, inability to stick with things and so on. Probably my biggest challenge is that I work from home and living in a fairly remote location, often go for several days without directly interacting with anyone outside the house. And for some time, my work output has been the bare minimum to get by. Given the rounds of layoffs my company has had over the last couple of years, this is ridiculously self-destructive but too many days, I just can't get my arse into gear. I've tried medication and sleeping pills but the side effects were worse than the depression so instead I've been tackling it old school, with alcohol and the odd toot on the legal marrywanny. You'll be shocked to learn they haven't fixed the issue either but I 'do' look forward to them and get pleasure when I indulge, so there's that.

Exercise helps big time, especially hiking and cycling. This has been a tough year for those though as I had a bad dose of bronchitis in the spring, an injured back in the summer and we've had torrential, destructive thunderstorms on an almost daily basis since June. I have a gym membership and could go there but...you know.

And so here we are. This post took me almost an hour to type but at least I've finally done it. I'm going to put the kettle on now. Anybody want anything?

Sounds like you could potentially be P&B's answer to Jack Torrance. 

Seriously though, sounds like you're not far off knowing what to do to get yourself back on top form. Gym can be a drag so why not do a fitness class at the gym perhaps? Gets you interacting with people, gives you a sense of achievement too - can reinvigorate you and help your self confidence/self worth etc. 

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Thanks guys. Your support is appreciated more than you realise.

And I quite fancy myself as Jack Torrance. The Stanley Hotel, which inspired Mr. King is just a couple of hours from me, although the town has now built up around it.

 

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13 minutes ago, Shotgun said:

Thanks guys. Your support is appreciated more than you realise.

And I quite fancy myself as Jack Torrance. The Stanley Hotel, which inspired Mr. King is just a couple of hours from me, although the town has now built up around it.

 

Perhaps your wife needs a good talking to.

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Just now, Shandon Par said:

Perhaps your wife needs a good talking to.

Nah, last time I tried that, we had to replace the bathroom door. We were alright for firewood for a while, mind.

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