A Hellish Quagmire - How Do You Even Begin to Make A Big Life Decision If You Are Cognitively Impaired and Have No Feeling's or Emotions Towards Anything??

Symptoms Neurological
#1

Gentlemen.

Are we ship’s without a rudder and lost at sea, and made to simply drift in the direction the tide and wave’s move us?

What if any decision is meaningless - or devoid of meaning?

I personally am placed in a situation, where I need to make a career decision or big life decision - BUT - I feel nothing and my ability to choose, for the right and logical reason’s is compromised. Are we all ship’s lost at sea - Have our soul’s been removed and we walk the earth now as men who are hollowed out completely? Is it simply a life where the flow of outside life and people, dictate your decision and direction in life - or - is it simply a decision to not do anything, because nothing feel’s like anything at all, and a big decision mean’s nothing either to you.

For example: A man with brain fog, who is cognitively impaired and lives a changed life now(like myself and many of you) Do we simply choose anything at all to just simply live - what if you have no ability to choose anything, because nothing feel’s like anything? Do I simply join the army, because I lost the ability to take care of myself and, because of brain fog, I cannot feel or tell the difference if my decision was the right or wrong one, because all feel’s meaningless?

Have we lost out capacity to choose a life, job, marriage, love, because we no longer feel anything or passion towards someone or something?

How do we make any decision whatsoever if confronted with one, like a career choice, marriage, love, etc…? What do you do? Wait to get better, or simply choose anything, just to choose?

Please share your thought’s.

#2

Grape seed extract…and autohemotherapy…i you will get your emotions back. just like i did.

#3

Thanks braziliandude, will look into this, but this forum topic, was meant to represent an open discussion regarding this stifling and limbo like predicament. Making any decision, is meaningless to many of us here. I’d like to hear other’s opinion’s on what people have done to deal with this difficult predicament. Propecia has somehow changed our brain functioning, and has post usage, literally made zombie’s out of many of us. Has life any meaning left after propecia? Is any decision better than not making one, even if making one or not making one, is meaningless to you? What if your faced with having to choose a career path now after propecia, and yet your decision making is compromised, because there is no real value or significance in the decision itself?

It’s as if we have a severe catatonic cognitive response towards making decisions…is life meaningless?

#4

For what it’s worth i completely empathise with you, i’ve made some decisions post fin where i’ve looked back and have been literally unable to understand what i was thinking, very nearly lost my gf, who is really the best thing that ever happened to me, almost quit my studies on a whim, i’ve come to the conlusion that you have to be really rational and sit down and write out pros and cons before you make any decision of any note, cos something has really gone wrong with the ‘instinct’

#5

Thank you kindly for your response and honesty. A couple months before getting really sick, from propecia usage, I was an aspiring artist and thought of going back to school towards becoming an art professor, or a high school art teacher. This was at the tail end of 2007, and before the economy completely tanked. Since getting sick, I have lost the ability to feel like an artist and think, or feel creatively. I feel literally soul less with no direction. My health issue’s have totally consumed me, and I can barely hold onto menial jobs. The economy is really bad here in my area, and I seem to only focus on job security, in order to potentially preserve myself in such a miserable sickened state, for health purposes. Your right, life does change and our instinct is gone. I guess preserving myself and trying to keep a roof over my head, and holding on till I might get better. The old self is gone sadly thanks to our dreadful mistake, which many would say was our fate in life. I have already declared, that I am not one of ‘God’s favorite’s,’ but nonetheless have to trust God, and keep going…

Exactly the same time I became ill from proecia usage…this happened.

My mother was diagnosed with cancer and passed on in May.
I was unemployed for years, and incredibly sick myself from propecia usage.
My mind was forever changed as a result, and have been terrified and never the same since.
My father has been threatening to throw me out of the house.
I can barely hold onto even crap jobs, due to my propecia illness.
The economy is terrible.
I’m broke as fuck and still fucked in the head with bad cognitive problems, barely hanging on to my sanity.

I say Army, for the job security…shit, thanks propecia, so much for my dream’s and aspirations.

#6

Anyone here have parent’s or are living with parents, that do not believe you and the brain fog illness?

Please advise, because my relationship with my entire family now is completely ruined, because of this fucking drug!
I am now seen as a ‘lowlife’ loser bum who is just depressed, lazy and is loafing about making excuses.
I am a son of two old school, conservative, quiet, hard working immigrant’s. Like some of you on here(i’ve noticed), I don’t come from an American yuppie upper class liberal home. Any explanation has so far been doomed.
I am just seen as a lazy depressed fuck who is making all this shit up, or just simply mentally ill - depressed…FML.

If I was a weaker man, I would just admit myself to an asylum and just say I’m nuts.

I envy all you dude’s who have a supportive family. You are extremely lucky to say the least in these lean times being sick. Rich or poor, your lucky to have that love, understanding and support. Peace.

#7

I have very supportive parents.

I can relate to be detached, but it’s a secondary side effect, not primary. When something bad happens to you, naturally frivolous things matter.

I still dream of being a barrister however, and further, still love music, watching tennis, and when i have energy to do it, sport/exercise. If anything i love classical music more, because i can feel the emotions on a level i could not prior to experiencing adversity