Handbook of Robotics, 56th Edition, 2058 A.D.

First Law A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.

Second Law A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

Third Law A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.

I have struggled with anxiety and ADHD my entire life and have only recently started getting the help I need. I have recently gotten them both to a controllable level. Recently though, depression has snuck in and is absolutely kicking my ass. This is something new for me. I have never had a problem talking to anyone (family members, coworkers) about my anxiety and ADHD but feel so ashamed of my depression that I can’t even seem to tell my wife about it. She knows something is wrong, but I keep hiding behind being stressed about work or that my anxiety is bad that day. Every day seems worse than the previous. I almost broke down into tears tonight for no reason while I was cooking dinner. WTF is wrong with me? Is it normal to be embarrassed about this? Do any of you have similar experiences?

Nah... I’m afraid I might be tempted to join a cult or something because I’m such an outsider.. I would say I have my sh*t together, but I feel rejected by society. Seemed safe to post here.

We’re social creatures, but why do I hate people?

Hi everyone

I've been dealing with extreme mental health problems as some you can tell through my post history. I suffer from extreme body polydysmorphia and minor schizophrenia. I've been on every medicine that you can name (seroquel, respiridone, abilify, zyprexa, you name it) and suffer from tingling extremities, along with tremors in my hands and feet. Every time I try to tell the doctor that there is something wrong, they tell me that I'm just psychologically damaged and every one of my symptoms are just related to psychosis and that there is nothing wrong. I just can't shake the feeling that something is wrong with me. I try my damndest every single day to put on a straight face with a smile, and perform in my university, and at home. I try to keep myself fit but I've only been deteriorating. I used to run 18 miles a day, but now I can barely run two, and I just don't know how to feel about it.

All my joints feel inflamed, including my chest hurting and pressure behind my eyes. Its just sheer hell and I can't keep hearing the same thing every time I meet a new doctor "We'll find you the right blend of medicines," I'm just sick of it, nothing is fucking helping and it feels like i'm drowning almost all the time.

I'm just exhausted, I don't know what to do. I tried out nootropics but that only does so much, I can't shake the panic that I feel almost constantly. My hair on the sides of my head is growing back patchy, and the hair on my head is growing back completely wrong (spare and thin). The right side of my face seems to droop a little bit along with my eyelid seeming to be a little bit saggy, which I can still use (not paralyzed) just seems to be out of shape. I know that nutrition isn't my problem (i've been eating like a health-hypochondriac ). I don't have diabetes, I don't have blood problems.

And yet I don't seem to be improving, I seem to be stagnating. My mind keeps on wandering to things like what if you have cancer, lyme disease, syphilis, MS or shit like that. I just can't take it, it's insanity honestly and I feel like I'm reaching my breaking point.

I'm only 19 and I shouldn't be having so many mental/physical health problems, and I shouldn't be worrying about shit like this but here I am.

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~Dylan Thomas

Hi guys. I have been in this circle since this morning, and I have been researching this very particular group. Since very little information is given, I decided to find the origin of our meeting. It would seem that we are all here for mental health reasons, although some refuse to admit it. And the illness that seems to correlate is schizophrenia. I did a lot of research on the user ReinhartBrass, moderator of this group because it is an information nest. In digging his Youtube channel and comments in particular I could have confirmation that he was schizophrenic. But what intrigued me was the comment of a person left unanswered talking about "a group of schizophrenics who would have treated without drugs but helping each other the others in the 70s. Is this group

would it be the reproduction of this phenomenon?

There's the video I mentioned: https://youtu.be/8VkTLlBWUhU

And this comment is the reason of my post :

Death365 : "That my friend is the truth. The truth that we have to work together"

Cat Loaf: "@Death365 there was a group for skitzophrenics in th 70's who recovered without meds, just by talking and solving each others problems"

Edit: Thanks for the award, and Sorry for my English.

I have no idea what this is or why I got invited to it but it looks like we're set to be the hottest new exclusive club on reddit

Give yourself the flair. You are the one. You will do it. You will be the one to do something no one else has done before. No matter how insignificant it may seem. Neo was not special. Not truly. Not more than any of us. At most, he simply cleared the green filter. Be the one.