It could be over a few months, like a new job where one day you feel like actually going to work thinking, hey I actually like these people and don’t mind working here.

Or when your friends have been super busy for months and suddenly you get matched on dating apps, old friends reach out and people want to buy your old junk on Craigslist in a single day.

  • @Anamnesis
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    Yeah definitely. In the span of a month my wife suddenly left me to date women, my job laid me off, and my dog got sick and needed surgery. Everything I’d relied on for ten years just fell apart real fast and without a whole lot of warning. It’s been quite the year trying to recover from all that. Dog survived, divorce finalized, still no job.

    • @lars
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      Only a couple of these. Major. Life. Events. would destroy a lot of people. Pet your dog for me and give yourself some kind of hug. You’re amazing.

      • @Anamnesis
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        Warms my heart to see somebody concerned, though I imagine I’ll have to figure it out myself. I’m in Seattle and used to work in management/IT consulting. I’ve got a weird background though, cause I’ve got a PhD in philosophy and spent the ten years before that teaching a bunch of logic. It’s a pretty tough combination to find a job with.

  • @IcecreamMelts
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    When I was living at my parents home, and covid started… before that j never had to leave. I felt fine loving at my parents. But when they became covid deniers, and I was a journalist at the time, I suddenly had the very strong urge to get up and get out.

    After I moved out by sheer luck, (finding a place was hard), I noticed a switch flicked and that I no longer needed approval of my parents. For anything I did. At all.

    • @Phoonzang
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      That switch flipped a few years ago. Unfortunately it only did so after my mother passed away, but I suddenly realised that I don’t need my dad’s approval in my life. And that he’s a toxic narcissist which I don’t have to like or have in my life. Understanding that, I could unravel a lot of crap from my childhood, which helps understanding some things that are wrong with me today. I guess the switch that flips when you understand that your parents don’t necessarily need to be good for you is a really important one.

  • @Jumi
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    I probably saved my life with ecstasy because it took one night with it to get me out of my depression. I tried a few times afterwards but it was never as good as the first time so I stopped but my depression never came back, the colour stayed in my life.

    I’m not saying drugs are good but at the right time at the right place with the right amount it can help.

    • @clockwork_octopus
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      MDMA can have that affect. So can psylocybin. Science Vs. did an excellent podcast on both these drugs that explains the whys and how’s of it.

      • @hereforthepopcorn
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        That sounds super interesting. Do you have a link to that episode by any chance?

      • @[email protected]
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        I wish it worked for me! I loved psylocybin, but it’s more recreational than anything. I’ve had deep, deep, depression for decades and absolutely nothing, no medication, no talking, nothing helps.

      • @Jumi
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        I don’t know the science behind it, I just know that I felt like I had nothing to lose. I’ll always be grateful for the excellent tripsitter I had. He took really good care of me and I owe it to him at least as much as to the drug.

  • @[email protected]
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    I know what you mean, and yes. At 20 years old, I turned down a job in my field to take one outside that I wanted to do for a few years just to see where it led and get it out of my system. I almost physically heard a door close and wondered if I’d done the right thing. Almost forty years later, I’m still not sure.

    • @[email protected]
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      That is so interesting. If you’re willing to say, I’m curious about which fields they were?

      I had a similar experience with radically switching majors (zoology to engineering). I just needed to know. However, in my case I sensed the door closing and dashed back in. Would’ve liked that engineering money though…

      • @[email protected]
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        My field was and is now languages. I knew that I had a couple of other interests that needed to work themselves out, so I took a job in broadcasting and audio production, turning down a job in languages. Life would’ve been much different if I hadn’t.

        • @[email protected]
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          Oh, quite a big change for sure. And you’d be having the exact same thoughts on the other side if you’d taken that language job. That’d definitely be sitting in my thoughts.

          • @[email protected]
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            Yeah, that’s what I thought at the time too. For a ton of reasons, it seemed the right decision then. In the long run… who knows?

  • @TheRedSpade
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    May 27th, 2022 I got off work and bought a 750ml bottle of Captain Morgan. This was more or less a nightly occurence. I woke up the following morning, finished off the bottle (less than a single shot thanks to the previous night), and thought “I’m done”.

    Excluding the single glass of champagne and a little sip of margarita at a loved one’s wedding last month, that thought has proven correct. It makes no sense to anyone who’s dealt with addiction. Every day I felt myself being pulled toward the bottle, then all of a sudden that feeling was gone. The cravings are gone. Hell, I once got nauseous from friends even talking about alcohol too much.

    It was like I had tried for a while to escape from a prison and eventually accepted that I’d die there. Then I woke up in an open field with no explanation. It’s bizarre. I can’t explain it. But you won’t hear me complain.

    • Dandroid
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      Oh hey, I used to be in a band with someone who had bipolar disorder. It was… difficult. For everyone. He hasn’t been diagnosed yet because he developed it suddenly. But yeah, he quit his job that he had for over 5 years. Suddenly started spending absurd amounts of money on stupid things (like $500 sunglasses). He sudden thought he was the protagonist in life and that he was invincible, so he would drive on the wrong side of the road and shit.

      I’m not religious, but I thought he was like possessed by a demon or something. He just wasn’t himself anymore. It was like someone else took over his body.

      Anyway, this was 10 years ago. He saw therapy. He has been medicated. He’s doing a lot better now.

  • @[email protected]
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    Yeah. It was so dramatic I knew it would happen again, and waited for it to catch it in the act.

    I’m super smart, but also super lazy. I think I’m lazy because I’m smart. School was super easy for me, so I was always bored. I got poor grades overall because I didn’t do the work. I could show up and crush the tests, but felt that homework was a waste of time and never did it. I took AP classes that give college credit, got a weak grade in the class but got 4s and 5s on the AP test. (Out of 5).

    Poor grades in highschool meant I couldn’t get into college right away. So I took a few years off and just sort of hung out for a bit. Then the click. I decided I wanted to go to college, not just any, but a really good school. So I went to the local junior college and asked the counselor how I could go there next year. He explained that the transfer program is a two year program, but I wanted to go next year. He said I probably won’t succeed, but here’s a schedule of classes that will get me the two years of credits in one year. 24 units per semester for two semesters. I got straight As. I just did all the work and crushed it. Got into my dream school and studied… philosophy.

    Don’t get me wrong, it was what I wanted to study. I got a great education, but it didn’t set me up for a real job after school, more for grad school, but I felt like I was done with school for a while. I ended bartending and waiting tables for years. It was in this phase that I started thinking about that click. Something in me elevated me to get into my dream school within a year once I decided I wanted to. I found peace in that fact. I knew that despite my toiling, working hard just for rent, making it month by month in the city, that I’d elevate myself again when the time was right. I thought a lot about it. That one year of 48 units and straight As was such a blur, what was it that drove me? I was so confident it would just happen again though that I decided to try to consciously catch it in the act.

    Sure enough it happened again. Enrolled in a coding boot camp. One year of absolute blur, crushed it, became a successful software engineer. I failed to notice while it was happening, but did think right after: “fuck that was it, that was the thing, I was right, it did happen again!”

    Turns out I’m bipolar and was just making the most of my manic upswings.

  • sincle354
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    I was in highschool suffering from multiple mental health disorders and social isolation. I was smart sure, but as I later learned you can’t outsmart your own brain. What it took was finding a girl, as studious and hard working as me, but even more stressed and destroyed by home life and a destructive boyfriend that preyed on their undiagnosed autism and major depression. It started when I simply told them that their emotions mattered, that they mattered as a person. Suddenly I was confronted with a person in their most stressful senior year, previously a danger to their own self, offloading their sorrows to me in need of anything resembling emotional support.

    I had to learn (the hard way sometimes) how to listen, and listen with intent. I felt this urge, this duty to help, no matter how little I could do with how I was faring. I felt like if I didn’t do this, I would regret it for the rest of my life. It eventually lead to friendship into a relationship on fundamental compatibility, but I didn’t have any of those feelings at the beginning. I just accepted their texts, their calls, the first ones I had ever made to someone outside of school. It was the first time I ever felt I had a purpose. It was the first time I felt like I could do what was right, rather than what was expected.

    Our relationship is rekindling as we both near college graduation. We’re far more stable now, but we crave our scant few hours shared on weekends. I can feel my life trajectory flying wildly out of prediction as the day they move in with me nears. However, I know that if it was anything like the last time, I can afford to be bold and to be true to myself. It’s one thing for your life trajectory to change, but it’s another to be committed to making it as good as possible.

  • BolexForSoup
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    My senior year of college right before graduating with a history degree, I bought a canon rebel t3i after watching a short film that made me go “I want to make these.” I don’t do narrative work anymore, but I’ve got some film fest screenings notched on my metaphorical bat and I produce content for a tech startup now with excellent healthcare and a solid salary. Wife, kids, the whole deal.

    Still have that rebel, it’s one of the few things in my life that I can point to and go “this thing changed everything.“

  • @[email protected]
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    One day, I understood that my then-boyfriend was the real thing.

    Before him, I had a couple of good relationships. I was happy, but always wondered if I would have been better off on my own. The thought would pop up every couple of days, I would seriously consider it for a bit, then decide I was happier with them than in my own. Then my now husband showed up and we started dating.

    One day, some three-four months into this new relationship, I realized I never had that old thought. It just never crossed my mind for months that I should evaluate the relationship. We clicked on so many levels, he made me a better person because it made me want to be better.

    We got married “fast” for some external reasons and I never doubted that was the right choice. Since then, i don’t have to think about it: I know my life is so much better with him in it.

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    In high school and college, I used to be the kind of person who always overanalyzed everything with intense scrutiny, especially things related to dating/romance, and I felt like I was just a constant failure in that part of my life. I wasn’t always single, I did have some relationships over the years, but during those relationships I remained the overanalytical type, always overly worried that something might be going wrong or that I said the wrong thing, replaying conversations in my head thinking of better ways to say things, etc. After one stretch of being single after semi-unwillingly breaking off an engagement (and continuing to be overanalytical), I was asked out by a new person and we started dating, and fell in love incredibly fast, and are now very happily married.

    When she asked me out and we went on that first date and both realized how incredibly well we got along, something flipped in my brain, and I have literally never been the same since; that was 10 years ago, and I no longer overthink things at all, and it has been the greatest gift anyone could’ve given me.

  • @[email protected]
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    My mother is a conservative who poured subtle homophobia into me when I was a child.

    I was at a rave, high on MDMA (ecstasy back then), smoking in the rain in the parking lot with some other young people. This flamboyant gay guy was hilarious and making everyone laugh heartily. In that moment, I realized that we were the same. He just wanted to go out and have a good time and take drugs on a Saturday night, too. My homophobia was gone in an instant. (I won’t lie; I had to have more exposure to LGBTQ people before I stopped noticing them so hard, but moving from the midwest to the Bay Area fixed that problem).

  • @[email protected]
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    When I was young, I decided that big choices would go through a filter in my head…

    What would my mother do in this situation, what would my father do?

    I think both of them are horrible people that constantly make bad choices, so I would always look for the solution they wouldn’t choose.

    It has been the recipe to my success.

    • @UnicornKitty
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      This is how my children turned out more well adjusted than me.

  • @tomjuggler
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    I was about 19, a magician friend told me I was good enough at juggling to do busking but I was too shy. Decided to give it a go anyway and remember shaking so hard while lighting the fire torches I was using. Made R30 ($2) so not a lot but I did it. I remember thinking to myself, “I’ll never have to work again!”

    That was over 20 years ago, and since then - with the exception of that stupid pandemic we had recently - I have made a decent living as a circus performer and magician.

    I won’t tell you it wasn’t a bumpy ride at first, but that first show was the turning point for me I will never forget.