I’m always told I’m such an upbeat man, so I must be doing something right. My words of advice:
* Drink very sparingly
* Don’t do drugs
* Don’t smoke
* Cut down on sugar (but fat food is ok if it’s quality food)
* Join a gym
* Take a walk every morning
The bottom line: it’s matter over mind — if you feel bad, the answer to your woes shall be found in your physical health.
yes very good advice. i've given it and taken it.
but... just for the sake of telling it because it's so fucking intense... of course a special case, an exception... true story:
my ex had a roomate 2 years ago: a beautiful california blonde. just finished UCLA, and was working as a textile designer. all my friends that have met her are like HOLY SHIT she's hot. but her personality was even more sunny. she used to brighten up every room she entered. pure positive energy. funny and kind. the 3 of us had some good times. she used to excercise all the time. my ex tells me every time she was a bit down, she went jogging on the beach (they lived in Santa Monica, 5 minutes from the surf, sun, and sand). one thing though: she hated "depressing music". every time my ex would put on Portishead or whatever she would get annoyed. she dated only rich, handsome, and charming men. the last boyfriend she had owned several flower shops in the city.
3 months after she moved out and got her own place, the flowers guy came over and found her in her best dress, lying in the bathtub, dead. with an empty bottle of whiskey and a bottle of sleeping pills with exactly 15 or 20 or how ever many is necessary for an effective overdose missing, and a note beside her, which was addressed to her family and friends. it basically said: "please don't blame yourself. it's not your fault. i just can't stand the pain any longer."
we were all absolutely gutted. she was 26 years old.