Get the Funk Out
13 comments
·January 5, 2025frausto
okr
Hah. I also remember, that i wanted to move cities, to get away, to have fresh starts. But you know, in the end, i am always me, i always take myself with me. The change was only a temporary fix.
I am more on the journey to not give in to my thoughts anymore. They are not helping me. They are a tool, but they turn against me. Why should i listen to them? I try to ignore. And less ego. Helped me a lot to overcome my anger.
But everyone on its own. :)
soulofmischief
Thoroughly relatable.
It's hard to explain to people who only get sad what real depression can do. In my case exacerbated by childhood/early adulthood trauma and homelessness, as well as ADHD, bipolar type II, and tourettic OCD. Some insensitive people who think they are smarter than health researchers think that's just a string of labels, but anyone actually suffering from those afflictions understands that they are typically comorbid and can have aassive effect on the range of highs and lows experienced in just five minutes, much less a day or week.
My sister tried killing herself twice in the last two years. That situation financially drained me during a time when I'd just been forced out of a CTO position during a hostile takeover, and, among other circumstances, caused me to completely crash out. I stopped talking to everyone, dropped a lot of responsibilities and hobbies, and just retreated to my comforts for a year. Hardest wave of depression I've had since I was a child getting beaten regularly, or a young adult having immense existential crises around my future prospects.
I can already tell that it will take a dew years to become normal again. Just hoping this was my early midlife crisis and that things will cruise from here for a while.
I wish you the best, and my email inbox is always open if you want to chat.
jkolio
What if you want the funk? Need the funk? Gotta have that funk?
On a more serious note: "wash your bowl, but upside down (because you'll notice the creator's stamp on the bottom, who'll you'll look up, meet, and make a friend or something)," seems to be the gist. He says to change your thinking, but it's notable that these kinds of interventions put you back into the world, with it's myriad opportunities, rather than inside your head and zombie routine, where everything is set. It's mindfulness.
n4r9
This feels similar to the idea behind cognitive behavioural therapy. Some psychological conditions can be greatly improved by a deliberate and gradual process of re-training how one thinks about things.
joshdavham
This sort of technique worked really well for me in my first semester of uni. I was stuck in a funk and tried many things (even including stuff like cold showers). What really worked was just changing my thinking. I consciously decided that I'd stop feeling sorry for myself and that I wouldn't blame my surroundings or others for bad things. It worked wonders at the time.
kaycebasques
Came to the comments ready to mention that laundromat in SF. Very happy to see an image of it in the post!
meonkeys
Clever trick!
Pair that with talking with someone to reflect on if/how it worked to make it an even stronger funk-escape method.
alexjplant
...and nary a mention of Extreme [1] or The Brothers Johnson [2].
[1] https://youtube.com/watch?v=IqP76XWHQI0 [2] https://youtube.com/watch?v=huzYji2OAD4
cloud8421
What an album Pornograffitti!
leptons
> my workdays began by looking in my closet for my cleanest dirty shirt.
When I catch my wife doing this (it's rare), I call it "fashion raccooning".
As someone who struggles with cycles of depression, but let's call it funk, I relate to the downward behavioral and thought spiral it can put you inside. Yet, inevitably, I DO get out of it. For me, it's been a combination of things, largely changes in the external environment that force internal action. I tried medication and eventually (after a painfully long time trying to find the right "fit") found some combination that got me through. But I didn't like what it did to my thoughts and, more importantly, to my perception of the world. Not to mention the physical side effects (including headaches, fogginess, and nausea), depression medication, as prescribed by psychiatrists, made me feel inevitably less ME. I did not like that. I do not like that.
So what did work?
When I was younger, I "solved" the issue by moving. I would move cities, move apartments, move jobs, and so on and so forth. And that worked! Such significant external changes forced a coming out of sorts, forced me into action that kicked me out of my spiral. It also lead to new experiences and a lot of learning! Great for young me. But as I get older and have more responsibility and weight outside of myself in my life (now including wife, children, dog, and house), I cannot in good conscience keep doing the same.
I know how this may come off, but I did try micro-dosing more recently and found it supremely helpful, not as a long-term solution, certainly not as a means to enhance my ability to achieve more in any particular task, but supremely helpful in terms of kicking me out of a vicious and unrelenting downward spiral. Enough to find my footing and make my way out, replacing it for a more upward trajectory. Once footing is found, I can stop and, on my own, work my way up. The last time I did this was several years back, and we'll see how the cycles go from here.
All that to say I have found no perfect solution. I still search, though not as desperately as before. And time, more than anything, has its sway.
Why write this? Perhaps I'm just feeling introspective in the new year.