The mass of men live lives of quiet desperation ?

My mental trick is not to see myself as a pointless irrelevance in the enormity of the universe, but a curious observer who marvels at the complexity of it all. It sort of works, but it does result in a little too much detachment.

+1

I just let life wash over me….

</I just let life wash over me….>

..if only I could do that ! Used to be able to ( after a bottle of spirits !)

This is my thread of the week. Thanks for the brave post Kaiser, and others who have shared.

It’s my therapy and will hopefully help others to share their feelings about life ..whatever they are. I am proud to be vulnerable in a world of superficial conversation and behaviour .. . No matter how good your life may be or appear I’m sure that underneath it all we know life is inherently unsatisfactory ..(no doubt most have good times too) but we spend everyday trying to get somewhere ..away from things that cause us to suffer ( even cleaning your teeth!) and towards things we think will enable us to be happy , find peace etc but we never really arrive and the process continues till we die, either before or after our loved ones. I sometimes ask myself ..where am I actually trying to get too? It is invariably answered by the realization that I’m trying to get to a place where I can finally rest ..but not till everything is done! That never arrives though !
If I have a problem I have to fix it or I am unable to rest . Just want to find that elusive peace of mind before the end …guess we all do !I’m not afraid of dying btw .. more of the emotional pain I experience in life . I told my brother who is a retired GP that during the time I had a recent cancer scare I wasn’t so concerned about it taking me out but more so about becoming anxious and depressed beforehand as well as being more concerned about my wife who relies on me to get through this journey.
Talking like this may appear grim to many who have learnt to hide their fears and feelings but again ..to me , sharing and talking to others is one of the most refreshing things I can do in a life where we are told what to think, say and not to do .
Many of us will hide such subjects even from our nearest and dearest ..such subjects are seen as taboo or you’re labelled as depressed ..told to man up etc . As another contributor has eluded ..our brains our now almost to evolved for the world we live in . They react according to patterns from the past and project into the future scanning for imagined possible threats causing us unnecessary inner tension . We’d be happier without it I suspect ..we may live shorter lives …hey but so what …quality over quantity anyday .
I’ve actually gained some healing from reading others have similar suspicions and sentiments. It made me laugh when I realized I’d told you I have no friends anymore .. well actually that’s not true …I have 150 on FB ! .there are a couple of genuine ones though ..many miles away but we rarely speak and serious subjects are only ever started by myself and few show interest . It’s been a lonely existence for a long time but actually I enjoy my own company which is fortunate.
Sorry ..yet again I’m talking all about me me me … apologies but we know everything is subjective.
A few on here have had or are sadly having a truly challenging times ..in some cases I don’t know how they cope ..I guess they have to or otherwise throw in the towel . Things do tend to get better ,then worse,then better so if you’re struggling come and join us …We are hear to listen .
Bx

I’m in the curious a d contradictory position of being on the treadmill, in a spiral of debt and anxiety in order to get of the treadmill and out of the spiral of debt a d anxiety. We bought a mahoosive farmhouse with a matching mortgage in order to convert part to a holiday let to pay said mortgage and provide security/a pension. wWe’ve spent well over 120k in the last 4 years (half of that on the our bit of the house) and I’ve not ridden a bike or run for months just either work, kids or work on the house. There have been multiple unforseen issues, with damp, moths, water supply, drainage….yadda yadda and the place is still an absolute shit tip.

We’re ALMOST there (on the holiday let) but still c. 20k short and no where really to source it having spaffed away all our savings, taken out loans and extended the mortgage. Am also failing miserably at a new job and drinking way more than I should. Just watching two guys installing a wood burner in the holiday let from my office thinking “HOW THE **** AM I GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!”. It’ll be worth it. One day. Hopefully.

But if I could turn back the clock to when we had a tidy little cottage, wife worked part time, could walk the kids to school, cash in the bank, etc….

But there’s simply no way we could sell it and jump ship as many of the issues are still unresolved (water in particular) and no one in their right mind would buy it. so we’re stuck. 100% committed in a do or die (ok maybe not die) situation.

All of this plays in continuous loop in my head 24 hours a day, even when I wake up in the middle of the night my thoughts are straight into the loop. I hope to Christ we can reach the tipping point on the project before I reach mine.

So, err, yeah, the hat fits

Ok op to lighten the mood…
I wanted to say cheers to the Kaiser
But I thought stw would think
Me nasty…

Anyway award yourself a ras Taltean jersey!( no funding!)

@kaiser – thank you for posting this. The term anhedonia is one I wasn’t familiar with, and while I’m not sure I’m fully described by the condition I see a lot of similarities to how I often feel.

It’s very helpful to know I’m not alone, and reading through this thread over the past 2-3 days has actually made me feel materially better (not sure I can quite define “better”, and I’m sure “feeling better” doesn’t equal “feeling good”, but maybe it’s a start).

Thank you. It’s helping me, and I’m sure many others.

Quiet desperation is my default.

It’s the English way…

I’m 52.

I have a lovely wife, a cosmopolitan, multi generational family I love and a job that whilst being utterly exhausting, gives me an amazing feeling of satisfaction.

However, I think I’ve just about had enough.

Why? I’ve pretty much kicked the absolute shit out of everything I can think of, tbh.

Guilt? No. I’ve nothing to feel guilty about, despite a Catholic upbringing. I’ve never deliberately hurt anyone, never had an affair, can’t think of any examples of moral or physical cowardice.

Regrets?
I should have drunk less alcohol and taken more acid.

I should have become a nurse in my 20’s rather than in my 50’s.

Apart from that it’s all been rather wonderful, but I’m genuinely not particularly fussed if I wake up tomorrow.

I need a rest.

Can you find a way to take a rest?

I’m 52 and taking a rest; 4 months so far. I’ve struggled to keep working with health issues (physical and mental) for a couple of decades now.

We made a big move to be more accessible to family and for me to be able to give up work. Luckily we should just get by on my (incredibly supportive) wife’s wages. I’m currently a pottering about, cycling and walking house elf.

I’ve been suicidal and self-harming in the distant past and certainly very depressed at times on and off. The feeling of I just wish it would stop and if I didn’t wake up tomorrow that would be great hasn’t been uncommon. I’ve had a few periods of counseling/therapy which I’d very much recommend.

The first 2 months I was just soooo tired, cognitive issues were worse than ever, but now I’ve recovered somewhat from the backlog of stress and pain of trying to keep going and beginning to be more relaxed and content doing the house gold stuff and getting out for walks and rides in between. My wife is also finding it better as she just needs to do her job, and I guess I’m easier to live with a bit too!

The health issues haven’t gone, but not struggling to carry on in a demanding full-time job has helped massively, and the knock on effect is my mental health is very much improved with more energy to enjoy what it important in life, my family and actually living.

I think I would like to go back to some sort of part-time work eventually, and the extra money for fun would be good, but I’m quite wary of ending up back in the same situation as my health issues aren’t going to improve.

Anyway it’s a lovely sunny frosty morning here, the birds are calling, and we’re off for a family ride later today. Take time to get out and relax in the fresh air everyone.

53, just been signed off from what has become a nightmare promotion at work involving way too much responsibility for the lack of training and support, admittedly exacerbated by the effects of WFH. 7 out of team of 9 have been on long term sick in the last year. I’m next to last (wo)man standing.

All my plans to top up the pension pot for the next 12 years, give MrsMC a chance to go part time before her disability impacts her ability to enjoy free time going up in smoke. And ageing parents demanding more of my time than I was expecting at this point.

Got help when I reached the “don’t care if I don’t wake up ” stage – Citalopram and initial 2 weeks signed off. Need to check out the work assistance programme next week for counselling.

But the sun is shining, the bike is prepped, and I’m heading out for a long ride to a favourite cafe, without wishing to not come home.

It does pass.

This is a very interesting thread and thanks to everyone so far that’s been so candid and honest. Like some, I can’t really put the right words around this.

I stumble through life with “unsatisfactory” feeling. I work better when busy yet complain about being stressed, I can’t be ambivolant like others because I’m terrible when I’m bored, I complain that bike training is a forced dictat yet I need exercise to function and it delivers me that with a purpose, I need to observe weight and feel the impacts of alcohol heavily yet have a “I’ve worked hard enough/at a point in my life” entitlement to demanding a beer or short or two in the evening, like others I’m 10+ years from any kind of retirement (age 50) and the effort of work and it’s ups and downs over that period fills me with dread, yet I need to do it to fund retirement and help our childrens future as much as I can do.

I can’t put a name to it, I can’t enjoy life, it’s become a kind of a resigned, sad and tired feeling that it’ll be a long while before I can enjoy my days and activities by having them at my control and not at the behest of others. I do worry that they’ll be a time I’ll break and not bother getting up to work or cycle, shut the curtains and become an unhealthy depressed recluse. Yet I know I won’t, because that and it’s outcomes too would be an failure and so continue to navigate an unsatisfactory balance … just like the title of the op I guess.

Edit, after reading this thread last night I found this which some may find useful: https://www.artofmanliness.com/character/advice/really-avoid-living-life-quiet-desperation/.

Can I have a moan here too please.

I had life pretty well sorted I thought, earning more than I needed while having cheap hobbies and tastes. I enjoy a certain level of stress at work which makes my hectic job something I am happy doing, and I was very much an “it’s the journey not the destination” type guy.

In 2020 Post covid I developed Rheumatoid Arthritis and then am now on Methotrexate to treat that. I have to take the MTX once a week and it completely wipes me out for 24 hours, dizzy, tired, nauseous, anxious, then the same only not so bad for the following 24 hours. So I lose 2 days a week to these side effects. Currently work is mental enough that I can’t afford to go through this down time on a work day, previously I’ve been able to take meds Tues or Thurs and manage the following day but now that’s not possible I am taking the meds on a Friday. This means at the end of a busy week, riding high after getting bits done when I shoukd be looking forward to a weekend I take my meds and spend the weekend laying round the house feeling sick. Adding to this the meds and my liver do not get on so I am on a fairly low dose which is keeping the worst of the symptoms from the door but is not effective enough for me to do any real physical activity, ruling out my hobbies of golf, running, walking, swimming. I can’t eat anything due to the nausea between Friday and Monday or Tuesday, so that’s another pleasure I’m being denied, and I can’t drink due to the meds / liver damage issue.

This situation has been going on for around 3 months now and it’s starting to take its toll mentally, I feel like I am putting everything in to life and getting nothing back. What’s the point in working harder than I have to to earn money I don’t need while I can’t do anything I enjoy in terms of exercise, drinking or even eating food.

The hope is that when the weather warms up my body will decide to play ball again and the symptoms ease up allowing me to do some of the activities I enjoy, I think I have given up drinking, and then I need some sort of plan to get myself to a 4 day work week so I can sacrifice a day off to the Methotrexate gods for recovery but I don’t know how to get there.

If there is a positive in this then its when my body works, or on the days I can eat I appreciate it so much more and do make efforts to make up for lost time but the whole situation has set me back to longing for the destination of retirement and enjoying the journey is largely out the window

@steve-g
This may or may not be helpful because I am not your or even anybody’s doctor but is there any way you can quit your job rather than trying for a 4-day week? I had a stressful job and got diagnosed with RA. I was on Sulfasalazine for a few years (I hated taking it but didn’t notice any side effects, liver damage of course and frequent blood tests but no noticeable side effects that I remember). Now I haven’t got the job or RA. Change of diet helped me too I think. Just in case it helps and hope things improve for you.

Hi

Cheers for the info. Lifestyle changes definitely help, diet, sleep, exercise etc. When all of those things are in sync then I do feel better but I have also tried coming off the meds with horrendous results. I don’t think this will go away for me.

The medium term plan is to quit the job, I need a few years to get to a point where that is possible and work out what my next job might be

It’s truly wonderful ..all of you telling us how things truly are.. despite the “suffering” . I use that term as I am an unofficial Buddhist .. … 35 yrs ago I was well underway on the stress related illness journey . The mind was , as usual , on overdrive with negative bias and my daily medicine was a skinful booze to shut it up. I loved being drunk with the sedation and anxiolytic effects which quietened the mind and allowed me to find that rest that was otherwise elusive.
Mornings however were awful !
One day a flyer came through my flat letterbox .It was from a local Buddhist group offering free meditation classes and mentioning stress relief etc.
I was intrigued and excited but about to go on holiday so before leaving I went to the local library and a truly life changing book ended up in my hands. It was titled “The heart of Buddhism ” by Guy Claxton.
The first few chapters were simply incredible from my point of view. In it he described the condition that I had experienced much of my adult life .. the unsatisfactoriness? of life and seemingly ubiquitous “suffering” we all experience but rarely talk about .
He summed up how I felt and the reasons why ..and that this was simply how things are . I felt so relieved that I wasn’t alone ..there was a legitimate reason why I was chronically disillusioned with life despite having all I needed.
Those 2 weeks on holiday were enhanced dramatically by what I read and the understanding that it was “normal” ( despite me being on the extreme end due to a neurotic disposition)
When I returned I found another book called the calm technique which gave instruction on simple meditation . This was in the early 90’s . I enthusiastically read the blurb and followed his method sitting on the sofa for 40 mins observing breath and repeating a mantra.
At the end of that first session (which was probably the most profound of the 1000’s of sessions I have since had ) my mind was quiet and I felt more at peace than I had done for many years.I stood up and moved slowly ..taking my time ,before heading out to the Pub I visited daily .
The journey there involved crossing a park .. a route I had taken 100’s of times before. As I walked through the park I noticed things that I had never seen before (due to the busy preoccupied mind ) . I could see the miracle of nature like never before .I arrived at the pub .. chose not to drink .. had some amazing conversations and felt at peace .
I have rarely replicated that experience since and perhaps I’m off topic now but I knew after that that peace was available if the mind was game . There’s a well known phrase that we see the world not as it is …..but as we are , and it gave me hope .
Anyhow the revelation that suffering was everywhere ..even hidden in pleasurable experiences became clearer and I felt optimistic and comforted that a fellowship existed where my experience was understood .

I feel genuinely grateful and honoured to hear people talk about their vulnerabilities and struggles ..thank you again …please keep contributing I think this thread or something similar could be a source of hope as well as a place to vent ,to cry and perhaps somehow get a little rest .

I too have often wished I would not wake up again but I do get good days occasionally . Today is one of them ..the sun is out and reading your stories is a privilege .

I think a line from a Robbie Williams song probably sums up where many of have ended up :

“I don’t want to die but I ain’t too keen on living either”

I expect the thread will dry up soon but hope it helps others and can perhaps be a little place where people can come to tell their story.

Forgive me for so much rambling btw .. I have spent years mulling all this over with nobody to listen so thank you for your patience and time.

Anyone needing help or a chat please go to my profile and email direct or PM . I will always be here to listen and talk to anyone feeling overwhelmed if that might help .
Cheers
Bill

I just came back to add a couple of points that I hope might add something to the thread

As many of you will know I have had my own issues and am left traumatised, vulnerable and fragile ( believe it or not 🙂 )

What has helped me:

Being open and honest – when folk ask ” how are you? ” I tell them the truth even if its been a bad day. When I need help and support I ask for it. I don’t wait for it to be offered. The flip side of that is I also make an effort not to be a misery to my friends all the time so I also tell them the positives and I try to be cheerful

Talking to folk – on here, friends and professionals. Counseling has help me significantly

Reinforcing positives out loud. When I get the flashbacks which is often I tell myself ” I am proud of what I did”

Be kind to yourself. Don’t beat your self uo over what you have done or have not done

A key thing to remember IMO. ” If your leg was broken you would tell folk, go to the doctor and ask people for help. So if your head is broken then do the same, tell people, see your doctor and ask for help when you need it”

A final thought:

Try to be tolerant of others foibles! this one I fail on badly 🙂

Good to have you back TJ!

Try to be tolerant of others foibles! this one I fail on badly 🙂

Reported to STW. “I’m in this post and I don’t like it.”

Rudderless … here as well 🙁

Happy in the woods though 🙂

I’m still trying to sum up my thoughts to make sense to the audience.

Don’t want to post up something that’s the last on a given page in a thread as it feels like you’ve poured your heart out only for it to be not a new page and no one looks at it as its moved on?

See that’s how messed up I am!

I should have become a nurse in my 20’s rather than in my 50’s.

That’s something to be pleased about @RustySpanner, well done. Which branch of nursing & could you do the training to try one of the others?

@Edukator My post wasn’t intended to slag off it was intended to point out things have moved on a bit since thee and me were youths. Modern life is rubbish (thanks Blur still applicable today) for the younger generation. Since the mid to late 90’s it hasn’t been possible to get your dole check delivered to the boulder with a postcode in Llanberis Pass, one needs to have the nose to the grindstone looking for work. We had the very best of the world being our oyster as young people our politicians then **** it up for those coming behind, bastards!

Modern life is rubbish (thanks Blur still applicable today) for the younger generation

I’m not sure my 24-year-old son would agree. We talked about it and the comparisons are interesting.

I finished A-levels just in time for the Winter of discontent, graduated when there were 3 million unemployed for the first time, spent 5 years at Welsh Water on temporary contracts and quit within months of them giving me a permanent one to emigrate. I was into motorsport, caving and mountaineering and had a ball. I never stopped.

He’s had our support through education so is debt free. He’s a ski instructor and producer DJ (nothing related to his main studies) and is having a ball, and never stops.

Like me at his age he lives in cheap flat shares with mates and has a carpe diem attitude to life and money.

He’s worked out how the world works and is making his way in it without complex.

Don’t forget you’re comparing a relatively enlightened society (France) and the late 80’s with the mess that we have now in UK. They have little or nothing in common for current UK residents.
My formative years we did at least have a chance of the housing ladder without need the the bank of mum and dad (SE England). Nowadays on minimum wage you pay rent and don’t have enough left after living expenses to save for a deposit (If in London it’s even worse, couples on 50K a year struggling after rent on a flat). Then when one has the deposit the zero hours contract prevents a mortgage at a sensible price. It was bad enough in 2008/9 when I was unemployed (with a well paid wife and a small redundancy cheque to support me) signing on for my NI cover (JSA for the first 6 weeks only) and it’s got worse since then.

Nowadays on minimum wage you pay rent and don’t have enough left after living expenses to save for a deposit

I was in that position until 1993 whether in the UK, France, Spain or Germany. At that point being self-employed started to pay off. But being self-employed no bank would lend me money, so I’ve never had a mortgage and had to wait till there was enough in the bank before buying property.

London was already out of bounds for many in the 80s. Some were already getting a mortgage on a small part of a house. The house price crash of 89 provided the last opportunity for low earners to get on the London housing ladder but by 94 people were once again priced out.

The main thing that’s changed IMO is Brexit. Junior has chosen Berlin as his main base, a French passport makes that possible. If I were a young Brit I’d be parousing the lists of professions that give access to Canada, Oz, New Zealand or international jobs elsewhere.

EDIT thread derailment

@steve-g

am now on Methotrexate to treat that. I have to take the MTX once a week and it completely wipes me out for 24 hours, dizzy, tired, nauseous, anxious

Does the doc know this? Years back my missus was on mtx, didn’t get on with it and had been on self injections since. They got cheaper recently too so might be more available. If they don’t know you’re suffering they won’t change it. Apologies if you’ve been through all this!

Hi

Self injections of what sorry? I am on injections of MTX, it’s not as bad as the tablets but still gets me.

I’ve tried the hydrochloroquine or whatever it’s called and I am not tolerant of that at all.

The issue I have is that the MTX works just at a massive cost – liver issues and the nasty side effects. As far as the RA doctors see it that’s their job done. I have called out to them that I’ve had to change jobs due to the side effects etc and that’s not something they are concerned with. Their opinion is the MTX works and is the least risky thing, do stick with it, and in the summer I agree with them when it’s working, the winter has been tough. It’s all a learning curve I suppose.

Took a lunch today and left the desk, went for a walk, need to look after after stress and rest levels as mentioned above

It’s funny how these threads dry up ..I guess you can only talk so much about such things . I’m unwell yet again .. a common theme these days .. somatic expression of internal conflict ..I think it’s called somatic symptom disorder ..all sorts of unpleasant physical feelings with no obvious cause. If only the mind was more designed to make us feel good rather than just surviving at all costs… Life might be short but enjoyable rather than a painful and long .

Hey, we’re still here.

Trying to tidy the house today as it’s literally filthy and it is an outward expression of my helplessness in the face of things I absolutely could and should have control over but I just can’t.

Quick press submit before I delete this.

EDIT

If only the mind was more designed to make us feel good rather than just surviving at all costs

Is it your mind’s fault, or is it society’s fault?

I have been endlessly scrolling through listicles on FB and one tweet stood out. Something along the lines of ‘I have been to loads of therapies, been prescribed drugs, read endless books but nothing has helped my state of mind anywhere near as much as having got a job that is not shit’

Not to say that everyone needs a new job; just that maybe it’s not you that’s the problem?

Trying to tidy the house today as it’s literally filthy and it is an outward expression of my helplessness in the face of things I absolutely could and should have control over but I just can’t.

Are you me?

I recognise the “job that’s not shit” quote. If anyone finds one, let me know.

Meanwhile, 3 weeks after being signed off work, the roller coaster of starting Citalopram is proving quite exciting, but last night I had my first decent night’s sleep in months, and I feel a million dollars.

Nice.

My job is actually good and extremely lenient. But this is part of it. I’m meant to be filling my own time productively when not directly helping customers, but without a customer situation to solve I just drift. And then I am always feeling like I should’ve done more (and I should) so I don’t feel like doing housework. And there are DIY jobs to do instead of housework so they eventually get done instead.

Here goes. I have a good job and a lovely family.

However I feel permanently stuck between feeling extremely angry and sad that my dad basically had a second wife for 20 years before and after my mum died in 2013.

It makes me feel like my whole life history is a joke……. So definitely semblance of normal outside and quiet desperation on the inside with far too much alcohol to take the edge off permanent anguish.

An interesting thread, life is an odd thing, we didn’t ask for it, we lucked out being born into the western world, perhaps. We have a lot better standard of life than others around the world, but with it the materialism and space to think why.

Life is essentially meaningless, you, live, you die and at the end little you did will have mattered.

So why spend time thinking about all this, go out, enjoy a sunrise walk, marvel at the weirdness of the constructs we made, why with rise and fall of the sun did we decide on 7 day weeks, with 5 of them being ‘working’ days for so many of us, more for some. The world is stupid, but you are only on it a while, might as well enjoy that time in whatever way you can?

I think there is a massive difference between those who feel life is just a bit meaningless and those who are really struggling. For the former, looking on the bright side might help but for the latter there is no bright side.
When you feel defective at your core, when your whole life has been about battling depression, when you feel full of rage and toxic shame, when you feel you’re being eaten from the inside out, when you wake up every day and wish to god you hadn’t, no amount of sunsets or country walks are going to do a damn thing.
I do think a job that suited me would have helped, I think it’s probably too late now. I only ever found one and couldn’t continue for health reasons. I do wonder if it was self-sabotage. I seem to do that.
As for therapy, I think it depends on whether you can use it to move on. I couldn’t do that but it did at least help me understand. As with a lot of people, my issues go back to childhood and it made me realise that the poor decisions I made were rooted in poor parenting by people who had been poorly parented themselves and made similarly poor decisions. Add in a few undiagnosed personality disorders or a number of traits of personality disorders that not only affected them but they managed to pass on and you’ve got quite a mix.
I found anti-depressants helpful but they gave me severe bruxism and the pain got too much to bear so i had to come off them.
So now it’s alcohol only which obviously makes things worse.
And dog walks and cuddles and care which makes things a little better.

After abuse the nhs doctors and surgeons operated on me without my consent and against My expressed wishes.As a 16 year old I was operated upon using consent given by my mum who was lied to by the doctors and resulted in permanent disability and then kept me on morphine – lots – for three decades which they continually told me was only addictive if abused. Addict mates told me that was/is bullshit.I was drugged to stop me exposing their malfeasance. Then I was **** about over many years- blamed- and told to sort it out myself….
When I managed myself to cluck three decades of opiate addiction they tried to section me forcibly a few times….
For my safety…
They doctored my notes and refused to supply all of them for more than a year and the police farce became involved whereupon I was beaten by them and further abused. Apparently it is all my fault…
I genuinely believe now they are out to kill me (!) and now I am labelled psychotic which I may well be now.
Oh and they killed my little sister- who had cancer by means of a diamorphine injection nowhere mentioned on death certificate whilst I was trying to come off morphine … Deo Mor Pian.
Please don’t tell me this doesn’t happen here nhs etc. Neo Harold Shipman. Gosport Hospital proves otherwise.Many deaths of people under “ care “ of local mental health services- “ accidents “.
I now am permanently crippled unable to work and look after myself. Meanwhile I raised as a single dad my son from before he was two and he is now successful and a dad himself.Inner city shitty.
The drs jabbed my dad six hours later hospital and now he can no longer mountain bike or do all the country boy stuff he could do or even look after hisself. They said ( very qk onset )
Parkinsons.
I am pretty angry….
Do you want to hear more? No.
Doctoring is the verb not practice.
Medical notes ARE changed.Lies.Mis representations abound.Splogginess ha ha ha.
**** them.
I was experimented on.I do not believe this post will appear.
Yes I do call seaneenagins.
**** them.
Is life worth living? Depends if I can afford to self medicate with Paddy and a v small amount of weed.I cannot/caint/cant/**** King Canute etc.
Yes you took my posts down.
Pikey a **** Lurcher.
Arrogance is the English disease.
Physician heal thyself.
They continually try to provoke a reaction…
Ps I am not a Troll but the state is.
Anyway thanks op and I expect the heavies and the police to arrive to finish me off sometime after I press submit.
So I told them every dr app for at least 5 years “ you are literally driving me insane.That is at least once a month and nowhere is this I medical records.

Apologies op I do not consider this a pissing competition as most stw threads are.Middle class english…

Apologies again I have neither been drinking or blazing.
I am just full of it – righteous indignation and reactive anger.
Apologies.
Probably won’t beo posting again.
AnSeo AnSin
A copla focal.
I caint write proper Lee.
I cant write proper Lee.
Proper cant.