I have been feeling this lately, but fortunately I am on The Drugs. For the record, the only side-effects are a slightly lowered libido and constipation, and I'm still on the first two drugs I tried. So yeah, people have terrible side-effects sometimes, but that's really an excuse your depression-brain is using to convince you not to do something. I was pretty against the idea of taking a pill every day for the rest of my life, but who the fuck cares about that half a second in the morning when you're actually a functional human being for the first time?
So I don't want to say everybody needs to get on the pills and it's not easy to figure out how to manage your depression, but don't be afraid of a potentially life-changing option. It took me three years to talk myself into confessing my depressive feelings to a family doctor. I hope it doesn't actually take you that long, but every since I did I've felt like my life is more on track, that I can actually make decisions about my future without being held back. You can totally do it too. That grey blah (technical term: anhedonia) isn't infinite or absolute.
I am a late person. I totally get how annoying it is. I have two alarms set on my alarm clock, which is set five minutes fast. I plan for my lateness when I really need to get somewhere on time, like giving myself an hour longer to get to the airport than I actually need. I show up early to first dates and then lie and say I wasn't waiting at all. I also have been "late" for work (given we don't strictly have hours) every day this week.
This is what happens when you have chronic anxiety (I need to be there early or everyone will hate me forever!!!) AND depression (What is even the point of life).
If you aren't laid-back enough to deal with my crazy, which includes being late for stuff or sometimes just not showing up because I'm too busy hating myself, we just can't be friends. Sorry.
I've been having a lot of migraines lately. I've always had them but didn't really acknowledge them as migraines. Over the summer they became occasionally crippling. Now it's all the time. So I started the whole migraine diary thing but yesterday I came to the realization that I really just need to take better care of my body. Grad school has totally got me into that survival "ignore bodily functions to finish this now" mode even when I'm not doing anything particularly critical. So I've resolved to take better care of myself. And then today I read this article. Your boyfriend's list is a pretty good match for mine, I think. Am I thirsty? Am I hungry? Am I tired? Am I cold? And I think it beats the avoidance tactics by being a list of active things, things that you SHOULD do instead of making a list of things you should not do. I mean, we should be able to manage this stupid reptile-brain stuff, right? Our bodies shouldn't have to hit the panic button with crippling headaches to make us pay attention.
I associate the THX surround-sound noise so strongly with the original Star Wars trilogy that I find it confusing not to be followed by the Star Wars opening theme. The Studio Ghibli one is also very simple and evocative, any anime fan would recognize it instantly.
People are still actually using IQ as a measure of intelligence? I'd like to read the actual paper because none of the psychologists I know are that stupid.