You know the team well. They all travel together. One feeds into and strengthens the next. And getting away from them feels inescapable. It's a Traumatized Motherfucker's worst friends; rumination, shame, and depression. Which cognitive hellhole comes first? Current models aren't certain. All we know is, this horrible-thought-horrible-feeling cycle is one hell of a ride.  

"The end result of trying to “put ourselves in our maggoty, scum-filled place” is sitting at home alone, isolating ourselves, and engaging in self-destructive behaviors while we try to pass the excruciating hours of the day, which are broken into even more terrorizing individual seconds of the day spent with our least favorite person on the earth." 

Today, we're taking the neuro-psychological view of clinical depression... and discussing how their common "low energy vibe" might be the best tool for noticing, naming, and not-falling-for-their-shit next time.  

Ready for more of this conversation? There are options. Hit up t-mfrs.com to see the blog post and visuals that go with this talk. Jump into the backlog of episodes available through patreon.com/traumatizedmotherfuckers when you're ready for deep, dense, posts on similar topics. Or hit up the private discord community, also gated through the patreon page.  

Got a story or perspective of your own? Hit me up any time at traumatizedmotherfxckers@gmail.com. Send in your voice or your written word, and make a difference for MFs who need to hear they aren't alone.  Cheers friends.  Jess