Discussion Rose-Tinted Glasses

[UserFromNowhere]

Sometimes, I'll remember a past where I felt fine. A time I could relax or play games or do anything without a care in the world. Yet, I struggle to know if those moments truly existed. I recall times where I was engaged, but I've also been wrecked by thoughts and distractions. Despite this optimistic view of the past, I faced the same issues then as I do now. I can't tell how much of that nostalgia is real. I can only ask if I'm looking back at the past through rose-tinted glasses or if those moments genuinely happened. I long for a life which mirrors those times, even though I'm unsure if they were true or just a comforting illusion. I'm sure I'm not alone in these experiences of the past, and I have to wonder how others view that time? If they were real or just a delusion.

 

[Hellis]

Me too, in fact this post felt like reading one of my own.

Is my mind convincing me those time were better to try and convince myself that pain isn't all that's left for me in this world? I recall being tired for a long time but all I can think about it's wanting to be happy again. I'm not sure when that happiness was anymore.

 

[UserFromNowhere]

Me too, in fact this post felt like reading one of my own.

Is my mind convincing me those time were better to try and convince myself that pain isn't all that's left for me in this world? I recall being tired for a long time but all I can think about it's wanting to be happy again. I'm not sure when that happiness was anymore.

I'm glad someone else can relate. Not knowing if you were ever truly happy or if it's just your mind causing you to think you were is a struggle. It's well-known that humanity has an optimism bias, but all it does is make you wonder if the pessimism is biasing you as well. You're just left questioning if those times existed at all and can't come to a conclusion. I like to believe those times existed, I can certainly recall them, but did they really?

 

[Nobodi]

I feel somewhat the same. I can't enjoy shit. I feel a deep sense of depersonalization. I don't feel like anyone is genuinely

 

[ilovepsyschonaut4]

Sometimes, I'll remember a past where I felt fine. A time I could relax or play games or do anything without a care in the world. Yet, I struggle to know if those moments truly existed. I recall times where I was engaged, but I've also been wrecked by thoughts and distractions. Despite this optimistic view of the past, I faced the same issues then as I do now. I can't tell how much of that nostalgia is real. I can only ask if I'm looking back at the past through rose-tinted glasses or if those moments genuinely happened. I long for a life which mirrors those times, even though I'm unsure if they were true or just a comforting illusion. I'm sure I'm not alone in these experiences of the past, and I have to wonder how others view that time? If they were real or just a delusion.I felt like this post put my thoughts into words that I didn't even think I could write, its a bit relaxing knowing someone has a similar experience to my own. I blame my mom for my

I relate with this post so much that it almost made me feel uneasy reading it. I blame my poor childhood on my parents, its not like it was their first time raising a child, I truly believe I wouldn't have turned out this way if I was raised differently.

 

[blacksand]

I know for sure that age 20-24 was the peak of my life. I am 30 and falling apart physically and have been fubar mentally for 4.5 years.

I'm glad someone else can relate. Not knowing if you were ever truly happy or if it's just your mind causing you to think you were is a struggle. It's well-known that humanity has an optimism bias, but all it does is make you wonder if the pessimism is biasing you as well. You're just left questioning if those times existed at all and can't come to a conclusion. I like to believe those times existed, I can certainly recall them, but did they really?

I think those times were better. Having a fresher mind and physically younger body meant the lows weren't as crippling.

 

[UserFromNowhere]

I feel somewhat the same. I can't enjoy shit. I feel a deep sense of depersonalization. I don't feel like anyone is genuinely

Enjoying anything is a struggle when you're depressed. You know you used to be able to derive pleasure from your interests but now they can't even allay the thoughts of despair, if they do anything at all. Maybe it's just burnout and your mind is preparing itself, but in the meantime you're just left dealing with it.

I relate with this post so much that it almost made me feel uneasy reading it. I blame my poor childhood on my parents, its not like it was their first time raising a child, I truly believe I wouldn't have turned out this way if I was raised differently.

Can't say I can relate to your childhood. I can only imagine how difficult it must've been. I'm glad you could find some sense of relation to this post though. The mind casting an bias over the past based on your mood makes determining how you actually felt a heavy endeavor. It also makes it hard to know if you'll ever feel that sensation again.

I know for sure that age 20-24 was the peak of my life. I am 30 and falling apart physically and have been fubar mentally for 4.5 years.

I think those times were better. Having a fresher mind and physically younger body meant the lows weren't as crippling.

Watching your mental abilities get torn down is tough. You remember being capable of doing so much more, of enjoying life much more, and finding yourself unable to do anything in the present moment. I'm often left wondering myself if I'll ever be able to reach the heights that I used to be able to achieve or if my mind has simply become too degraded. Wondering if my mind was ever capable of those things in the first place or if it's just a comforting falsehood.

I know for a fact that depression does degrade ones' mental abilities and their ability to enjoy things, and that people can recover from it. That it can influence our perception of the past. It's just a question of how long it'll take, if we'll ever fully recover, or if we'll be left dealing with these feelings for the rest of our lives.