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!”