The Black Cloud

[sirhugs]

I have posted more over on the AH about my "black cloud", which is how I picture the source of my depression.
This week it has been particularly bad. This morning it is worse.
I figure that there is a story idea about it somehow, and like a lot of things, writing fiction about it might clear my mind, but I can't see it right now. Must be the fault of the black cloud.

Any ideas?

 

[Husky_Embrace]

That feels bad man. Hope you'll do alright soon. I would rather chop off my arm than go back into a depression again. And I do not mean that lightly. If it would stave depression off, I would literally cut off my own arm without anaesthetics. That being said, light shines behind the clouds and you have people that care, even if some are online and you've never met.

I once made a largely embellished story how two women tried to get me out of it. The story featured more women, and their tries to fix depression with erotism.

From the group of people he guided in their first year at the student association one woman has decided to take action. They discussed how regular sex could help with self esteem and happy hormones, and could intervene. The woman actually does so, to the surprise of the others that didn't take it too seriously. This pushes the others to take part.

My story was a bit rambling and had a lot of days, which I never finished. It wasn't a happy story, as depression isn't suddenly cured or gone. Because multiple women are involved there's a lot of different character in the women and the scenes. A quicky at the bar of the association to fulfil the social contract, or doing their very best to make it the greatest chance of curing him. A varied palette of ideas and desires.

The end was already there, where the protagonist says no to sex as his cure. They helped him enough. The depression isn't over, but he's healed enough that he doesn't need that particular help any more.

She understands. Though instead of leaving, she offers sex because she likes it. The purpose of the sex has changed, as well as the outlook on it. Instead of clouds from horizon to horizon there's light piercing them, and it has widened so the clouds are only on the edge. A beautiful day. There might be rain later, but for now they can enjoy the sunshine.

 

[sirhugs]

Thanks, even though its off topic for the forum.
Still looking for an idea to write something that makes this pit worthwhile, by which I mean climbing out of this pit, which I just don't feel up to.

 

[Rob_Royale]

A new drug study story?

 

[sirhugs]

A new drug study story?

like the premise, not sure about writing it.

 

[Rob_Royale]

like the premise, not sure about writing it.

Understood. My wife suffers from the same condition and is well acquainted with the effects of depression meds. Which likely, you are too. This makes you singularly qualified to write a story like this. Make it a hopeful story but in the end it's not the drug that is the game changer but the person the MC meets during the study.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Sorry to hear that Sirhugs. I’ve been taking Ashwagahnda and Maca Root supplements while I look for a psychiatrist to help with my own. Has been doing wonders (also makes me a lot hornier). Might be worth trying if you need a little help.

As for an idea:

Man has been feeling depressed for weeks, it’s getting to the point where he can barely get up in the morning and feed himself. A worried friend comes over and, knowing a little magic, performs a ceremony to take the black cloud having over him and anthromorphising it into an effeminate being who is shocked at having a body but still wants to cling to the man.

Guy asks what he should do and his friend tosses him some Gatorade and a viagra.

“As my psychiatrist says: fuck depression!”

 

[sirhugs]

I have a shrink and a half (the talk therapy is provided by a resident, the certified specialist prescribes the drugs). So far I haven't killed myself is about the best I have to say for it. That and the resident's tits inside a tight tshirt.

 

[sirhugs]

My therapist asked me to promise not to kill myself before our next appointment. I said yes. The Lit story answer would have been to ask her to show me those delicious tits first...

 

[NuclearFairy]

Sex therapy stories are always fun.

 

[PennyThompson]

The music video for Orville Peck's the Curse of the Blackened Eye portrays his depression and trauma as a ghostly grey cowboy with tentacles (played by Norman Reedus) who stalks and seduces him, a possessive ex who doesn't want him making connections with other people...

I hope some rays of light break through your cloud and shine on you, because the sun is still there even if you can't see it

 

[sirhugs]

Sex therapy stories are always fun.

she is at least in theory NOT a sex therapist. Her schtick is emotionally based dynamic psycho-theray. The stand answer to whatever I say is "how did that make you feel?"

I be she's getting tired of "sad". better mix in more "anxious".
If I could have sex I'd be happy to have sex with her though.

 

[NuclearFairy]

she is at least in theory NOT a sex therapist. Her schtick is emotionally based dynamic psycho-theray. The stand answer to whatever I say is "how did that make you feel?"

I be she's getting tired of "sad". better mix in more "anxious".
If I could have sex I'd be happy to have sex with her though.

True, but you could make a fictional therapist, with a similar appearance, who is a sex therapist.

Or, have someone of a similar appearance going to a sex therapist with their partner.

 

[Husky_Embrace]

My therapist asked me to promise not to kill myself before our next appointment. I said yes. The Lit story answer would have been to ask her to show me those delicious tits first...

Good to hear you said yes. I would hate to lose the stories you write.

Maybe a drug fueled story where the reader (and protagonist) is uncertain if things are really happening?

**New antidepressant drug**
-> No side effects! <-
The man says yes. It is experimental, but the results suggest it's great. No side effects is a bold claim.

He doesn't feel different. He goes to the supermarket, hoping something normal will distract him. There he sees a gorgeous woman, and he's surprised he is even noticing. His mind suddenly kicks into gear. What he could do with those breasts in a tight shirt. The line of her back begs for white drops to follow it. Before he knows it, he experiences a disjointed picture of sex. He takes her like a steed, rocking her world on a level hitherto unheard of.

He finds himself outside of what he expects is her apartment. Did he follow her in a drug induced dazed? Why does he have his groceries neatly in his bag? He feels like he has fucked, but simply isn't sure. The sweat could be of his own drug hallucination, and the cum of the sex daydream.

Where does it go next? Maybe the cutie next door? Or maybe he should call that friend...

 

[Carnevil9]

I went to a child psychiatrist once. The kid didn't help me at all.

Seriously, though, the best way to get over something is often to go right THROUGH it. I'm a big fan of blues music. The reason blues music makes you feel good is because you get to hear someone totally WALLOWING in all their problems. Maybe you feel better because the person in the song is someone other than you, or maybe because you help them cope by listening to their woes, or whatever. At the end of it, it can make you feel better.

My point is, maybe you need to write a story about someone really, really suffering, and somehow surviving it all. Maybe you can pour your pain into the fictional creation and let them carry it, and somehow unburden yourself of it.

Just a thought. Good luck.

 

[sirhugs]

I went to a child psychiatrist once. The kid didn't help me at all.

Seriously, though, the best way to get over something is often to go right THROUGH it. I'm a big fan of blues music. The reason blues music makes you feel good is because you get to hear someone totally WALLOWING in all their problems. Maybe you feel better because the person in the song is someone other than you, or maybe because you help them cope by listening to their woes, or whatever. At the end of it, it can make you feel better.

My point is, maybe you need to write a story about someone really, really suffering, and somehow surviving it all. Maybe you can pour your pain into the fictional creation and let them carry it, and somehow unburden yourself of it.

Just a thought. Good luck.

let me guess, the MC's therapist does show him her tits?

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

I could have sworn Black Cloud was a Chief, but all I can find is Red Cloud of the Oglala Lakota.

 

[sirhugs]

let me guess, the MC's therapist does show him her tits?

... and at every juncture of the making out, she keeps on asking "how does this make you feel?"

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

'So, tell me, how do you feel about your mother's tits?

 

[sirhugs]

'So, tell me, how do you feel about your mother's tits?

I have no feelings about them at all. I wasn't even breast fed.

 

[PennyThompson]

I have no feelings about them at all. I wasn't even breast fed.

Ach, vell zere is your problem!!

 

[sirhugs]

I'm thinking that I have enough to try writing this story once i finish the current WIP. We'll see how it works out. I hope thstb the young shrink is not on Lit, and if she is, that if she is that she does not recognize herself.

 

[sirhugs]

Still open to other suggestions, as if I go for 200 stories, I need about 7 or 8 more beyond what I have in the pipeline.

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[sirhugs]

I need a name, at least a first name, maybe both, for the shrink character.
Suggestions?

 

[NuclearFairy]

I really like the name Sophia.