I had a tough 5 years, separated from a failed marriage and relationship of 15yrs, had a father that had to be moved into a home as my mum could no longer cope with his parkinsons and behaviour, and lost my job and was unemployed for two years.
So for over two years, I ran, I drank, I ate, I had sex with strangers, lots of failed attempts at relationships everything excessively. I lost all self control and lost all confidence and skills with work, previously the only thing that kept me what the 'norm' would consider sane. Nothing was working any more, I couldn't run far enough to tire myself to stop the 'racing brain' effect. I had hypnotherapy which nearly pushed me over the edge as i put all hope in being hypnotised out of my problems. It didn't work.
The only thing that kept me controlling was writing. Every day. Every bad thought, every bit of anger, mood swing, trying to concentrate on finding the words to describe what was happening in my end, trying to find the path to 'contentment' and 'peace'. It has helped me, a lot. It is not pleasant, but it is also rather comical. So I put it out there, so people can read it, and maybe identify with some of this. I am a 37 yr old divorced guy. And slowly I am putting my life back together. But I am definitely not the same person I used to be, and I think too much still. Thinking too much is not a good thing, keeping busy is.
Wish all of you the best in finding your own personal path. This is just mine. Or at least a work in progress. The work will be finished when I am on the other side, wherever that is. :)
