Official Gramps' Memorial Eternal OT Thread

So for anybody into buying new appliances. The new freezer works fine at cooling food, but there are a couple of issues - probably due to regulators. First the door seals are so strong it takes a crowbar to get the door open. Just spent the last 20 minutes getting the thing leveled again after pulling it off the leveling blocks trying to pull the door open while holding food in the other hand. And somebody needs to define "garage ready" - not fun trying to get the leveling screws back in because designers don't seem to realize that garage floors have a slope for a reason, so what works for a level floor doesn't necessarily work for a sloped floor. The other thing is the warning label inside telling you that the new environmentally friendly coolant is flammable.

Sometimes progress just isn't. I'm predicting more of this as we boomers fade into the sunset - just can't replace wisdom and experience with ambition and whatever else is going around. Since I hit 78 earlier this week, I'm solidly in the grumpy old man league.
I brought this up in some other threads too. New EPA rule that effect's all new HVAC systems too.

won't say more to avoid a political discussion.
 
So for anybody into buying new appliances. The new freezer works fine at cooling food, but there are a couple of issues - probably due to regulators. First the door seals are so strong it takes a crowbar to get the door open. Just spent the last 20 minutes getting the thing leveled again after pulling it off the leveling blocks trying to pull the door open while holding food in the other hand. And somebody needs to define "garage ready" - not fun trying to get the leveling screws back in because designers don't seem to realize that garage floors have a slope for a reason, so what works for a level floor doesn't necessarily work for a sloped floor. The other thing is the warning label inside telling you that the new environmentally friendly coolant is flammable.

Sometimes progress just isn't. I'm predicting more of this as we boomers fade into the sunset - just can't replace wisdom and experience with ambition and whatever else is going around. Since I hit 78 earlier this week, I'm solidly in the grumpy old man league.
Put a thin cloth, wash rag or something similar in the middle under the handle. Will make opening easier and shouldn't allow too much frost production
 
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For those of you who don't know, don't understand, or don't want to admit it, mental health is a real issue. I'm going to be 43 in a little over a week. I have a seemingly perfect life living in paradise.

For the past few weeks I can only think about harming myself. It is ruining my relationship, it becomes exponential in self loathing. The VA is absolutely no help, even though it is service connected.

I'm doing everything I can to not take that final step. Or action. Or whatever you want to call it. None of us know each other in real life, so it's easy to post this here.

My family has barely ever left southeast Tennessee. I'm the only one who made a life of living. They don't understand why or how I have these thoughts, but they also never really left home.

I am pretty sure I'm not going to hurt myself tonight, but I never really know. If i do or if I don't, make sure you all educate yourselves on mental health. It is the one real pandemic in America. And everywhere else for that matter.

Maybe it is earth's way of saying there are too many of us. Maybe it is my way of rationalizing an irrational thing. I'm fairly certain I'll see tomorrow without self harm. Can't say for sure.

Don't feel sympathy for me, no matter what happens, I can look back at a life lived and dreams fulfilled. Always remember to take care of each other.

It's 1 in the morning here and I'm going to try to find the elusive sleep that has evaded me recently. Not the never-ending kind, the feel refreshed kind. Never forget to tell your loved ones that you love them. And for goodness sake, if someone travels halfway around the world, to see you, and other relatives, spend time with them. No matter how hard that may be.
 
For those of you who don't know, don't understand, or don't want to admit it, mental health is a real issue. I'm going to be 43 in a little over a week. I have a seemingly perfect life living in paradise.

For the past few weeks I can only think about harming myself. It is ruining my relationship, it becomes exponential in self loathing. The VA is absolutely no help, even though it is service connected.

I'm doing everything I can to not take that final step. Or action. Or whatever you want to call it. None of us know each other in real life, so it's easy to post this here.

My family has barely ever left southeast Tennessee. I'm the only one who made a life of living. They don't understand why or how I have these thoughts, but they also never really left home.

I am pretty sure I'm not going to hurt myself tonight, but I never really know. If i do or if I don't, make sure you all educate yourselves on mental health. It is the one real pandemic in America. And everywhere else for that matter.

Maybe it is earth's way of saying there are too many of us. Maybe it is my way of rationalizing an irrational thing. I'm fairly certain I'll see tomorrow without self harm. Can't say for sure.

Don't feel sympathy for me, no matter what happens, I can look back at a life lived and dreams fulfilled. Always remember to take care of each other.

It's 1 in the morning here and I'm going to try to find the elusive sleep that has evaded me recently. Not the never-ending kind, the feel refreshed kind. Never forget to tell your loved ones that you love them. And for goodness sake, if someone travels halfway around the world, to see you, and other relatives, spend time with them. No matter how hard that may be.
I don't know you at all but I do know that life is worth saving. Please do everything in your power to preserve your life.
 
For those of you who don't know, don't understand, or don't want to admit it, mental health is a real issue. I'm going to be 43 in a little over a week. I have a seemingly perfect life living in paradise.

For the past few weeks I can only think about harming myself. It is ruining my relationship, it becomes exponential in self loathing. The VA is absolutely no help, even though it is service connected.

I'm doing everything I can to not take that final step. Or action. Or whatever you want to call it. None of us know each other in real life, so it's easy to post this here.

My family has barely ever left southeast Tennessee. I'm the only one who made a life of living. They don't understand why or how I have these thoughts, but they also never really left home.

I am pretty sure I'm not going to hurt myself tonight, but I never really know. If i do or if I don't, make sure you all educate yourselves on mental health. It is the one real pandemic in America. And everywhere else for that matter.

Maybe it is earth's way of saying there are too many of us. Maybe it is my way of rationalizing an irrational thing. I'm fairly certain I'll see tomorrow without self harm. Can't say for sure.

Don't feel sympathy for me, no matter what happens, I can look back at a life lived and dreams fulfilled. Always remember to take care of each other.

It's 1 in the morning here and I'm going to try to find the elusive sleep that has evaded me recently. Not the never-ending kind, the feel refreshed kind. Never forget to tell your loved ones that you love them. And for goodness sake, if someone travels halfway around the world, to see you, and other relatives, spend time with them. No matter how hard that may be.

Hang tough brother. The only advice I’m qualified to give you outside of get help is to keep breathing. As long as you’re on on this side of the grass with breath in your lungs things can and will get better.
 
For those of you who don't know, don't understand, or don't want to admit it, mental health is a real issue. I'm going to be 43 in a little over a week. I have a seemingly perfect life living in paradise.

For the past few weeks I can only think about harming myself. It is ruining my relationship, it becomes exponential in self loathing. The VA is absolutely no help, even though it is service connected.

I'm doing everything I can to not take that final step. Or action. Or whatever you want to call it. None of us know each other in real life, so it's easy to post this here.

My family has barely ever left southeast Tennessee. I'm the only one who made a life of living. They don't understand why or how I have these thoughts, but they also never really left home.

I am pretty sure I'm not going to hurt myself tonight, but I never really know. If i do or if I don't, make sure you all educate yourselves on mental health. It is the one real pandemic in America. And everywhere else for that matter.

Maybe it is earth's way of saying there are too many of us. Maybe it is my way of rationalizing an irrational thing. I'm fairly certain I'll see tomorrow without self harm. Can't say for sure.

Don't feel sympathy for me, no matter what happens, I can look back at a life lived and dreams fulfilled. Always remember to take care of each other.

It's 1 in the morning here and I'm going to try to find the elusive sleep that has evaded me recently. Not the never-ending kind, the feel refreshed kind. Never forget to tell your loved ones that you love them. And for goodness sake, if someone travels halfway around the world, to see you, and other relatives, spend time with them. No matter how hard that may be.
Please hold on. I have been there, though our paths likely vary. Everyone is different and I'm not trying to push anything, but have you considered medication? It's not for everyone, but if counseling has not helped and these feelings persist, it may be worth considering.

I am on medication and it changed my life. I'm still me, but the dark thoughts and feelings are gone. I pray you find your way through this, my friend.
 
For those of you who don't know, don't understand, or don't want to admit it, mental health is a real issue. I'm going to be 43 in a little over a week. I have a seemingly perfect life living in paradise.

For the past few weeks I can only think about harming myself. It is ruining my relationship, it becomes exponential in self loathing. The VA is absolutely no help, even though it is service connected.

I'm doing everything I can to not take that final step. Or action. Or whatever you want to call it. None of us know each other in real life, so it's easy to post this here.

My family has barely ever left southeast Tennessee. I'm the only one who made a life of living. They don't understand why or how I have these thoughts, but they also never really left home.

I am pretty sure I'm not going to hurt myself tonight, but I never really know. If i do or if I don't, make sure you all educate yourselves on mental health. It is the one real pandemic in America. And everywhere else for that matter.

Maybe it is earth's way of saying there are too many of us. Maybe it is my way of rationalizing an irrational thing. I'm fairly certain I'll see tomorrow without self harm. Can't say for sure.

Don't feel sympathy for me, no matter what happens, I can look back at a life lived and dreams fulfilled. Always remember to take care of each other.

It's 1 in the morning here and I'm going to try to find the elusive sleep that has evaded me recently. Not the never-ending kind, the feel refreshed kind. Never forget to tell your loved ones that you love them. And for goodness sake, if someone travels halfway around the world, to see you, and other relatives, spend time with them. No matter how hard that may be.

I have dealt with depression and suicidal ideation for nearly all of my life. My 25yo brother checked out a couple years ago too. Wish I could offer you some sage advice, because i truly do understand how you feel but best I can tell theres no rhyme or reason to this problem. I do know this though:

For every single time in my life that I was ready to check out, not long after came something really important to me that I would hate to have missed. Whether being there with a family member at a good time or a milestone, or learning/experiencing something new myself, no matter how bad things were in my life for a season there has always been something to come later that I am glad I stuck around for. I bet there are good times ahead for you or your family that you really want to be here for.

I don't know how much of this affliction is biological/chemical and how much of it is spiritual...but as a sinner who knows the Truth, i think real depression and misery has components of both. If you are like me (and my brother) it is an isolating and solitary sickness, because you hide your inner turmoil from others. Nobody had any clue my brother was hurting internally...and I certainly don't talk about my struggles with anyone who is close to me in real life either. I have always felt guilty or ashamed that I have this problem...saying to myself " why are you so depressed when God has been so good to you?" These feelings keep people from getting the help they need. Don't do that to yourself man. Go see a therapist/counselor/pastor. Somebody you can come clean to. Somebody that knows how to help you take off some of this unbearable burden that you silently carry. Everyone needs somebody to talk to without fear of judgment or hurting the feelings of someone you love. Go talk to somebody. Seriously. It can save your life...and there is absolutely no shame in it. I learned this during marital counseling with my wife. It was a pivotal moment in my life. God bless you and yours. Keep your head up brother. You can always post here too. I have unloaded here many times over the years, there is safety and comfort in anonymity. Talking to a trained counselor is even better though. I know that the guys who post here will pray for you also. We are glad to have you around.
 
I reached out to the va yet again. Hopefully I hear something tomorrow.

Sorry if I was a drag on your day.
You are no drag at all brother you reach out all you want. But I promise I can tell you first hand that choices like these hinted at leave forever lingering pain and heartache in the ones left behind. I still miss my brother every day.

Like ham sammich said. Just keep breathing. I am assuming your service included forward deployment and likely combat arms. Just think to that mindset, just keep going keep moving forward.
 
Please hold on. I have been there, though our paths likely vary. Everyone is different and I'm not trying to push anything, but have you considered medication? It's not for everyone, but if counseling has not helped and these feelings persist, it may be worth considering.

I am on medication and it changed my life. I'm still me, but the dark thoughts and feelings are gone. I pray you find your way through this, my friend.

What you taking Gcb? I was on Zoloft for nearly 20 years, but it seemed like it just made me numb. Started as a teenager. I drank heavily for the 1st half of that period though...so that was counterproductive in hindsight. I havent taken anything for the last couple years except trazodone for sleep (its wonderful) its a crappy SSRI that was developed to be like Prozac/zoloft etc...but in clinical trials it didnt help much with depression. It did make everyone sleepy though, and isnt a narcotic, so now it is widely prescribed for sleep. It has been a lifesaver on the insomnia front...and as long as i can get 6 hours sleep i dont wake up drowsy either. It doesnt help with depression at all though. If you dont feel comfortable answering this, I totally understand. Nothing but love here bud.
 
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What you taking Gcb? I was on Zoloft for nearly 20 years, but it seemed like it just made me numb. Started as a teenager. I drank heavily for the 1st half of that period though...so that was counterproductive in hindsight. I havent taken anything for the last couple years except trazodone for sleep (its wonderful) its a crappy SSRI that was developed to be like Prozac/zoloft etc...but in clinical trials it didnt help much with depression. It did make everyone sleepy though, and isnt a narcotic, so now it is widely prescribed for sleep. It has been a lifesaver on the insomnia front...and as long as i can get 6 hours sleep i dont wake up drowsy either. It doesnt help with depression at all though. If you dont feel comfortable answering this, I totally understand. Nothing but love here bud.
Happy to share. My sister had struggled with depression and anxiety, and had gone through a few medications until she found the right one (Celexa). She had issues with Zoloft, too.

Apparently, family members often have similar responses to these medications so my doctor recommended Lexapro, which is similar to Celexa. Fortunately, it was the right fit. I was lucky.
 
I reached out to the va yet again. Hopefully I hear something tomorrow.

Sorry if I was a drag on your day.
You are not a drag, brother, so don’t let that thought in your head.

Glad to see this post. I will be checking in tomorrow and hope to see another one from you.

Not getting into my story here and now, so let me just say, life is precious. Hard times are constant, but life is no less precious. Yours included.

Peace and blessings to you.
 
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