Skiing as an outlet for depression, anger, stress.

youre so agro

I feel the same way

Do you feel like you could cope with those emotions without being able to ski?

Idk, I used to ski in the moment to get away from the bullshit. That said I don't think I would ever intentionally try and dwell on stuff when I'm skiing. I skied to get away from it.

Def was great that the local hill was open nights when I was in school. Had plenty of problems with school and my parents then. Spent a lot of time at the hill, nice and quite, many times close to or completely alone. I remember my english teacher yelling at me from the chairlift once because I didn't have my homework done but was snowboarding. The mountain was the place that tied everything together and kept me sane.

Angry riding is kind of dangerous though, which is why I try to avoid it.(other than not wanting to be angry in general) If you don't give a fuck you'll ride hard but imo it's not the best idea. I try to ride and move away from the bullshit and just have a good time.

yea, i think about all the haters in my life and tap into my inner psycho and go ham on the mountains sometimes. usually only happens when im mad before skiing or if im really frustrated WITH skiing

theabortionatorIdk, I used to ski in the moment to get away from the bullshit. That said I don't think I would ever intentionally try and dwell on stuff when I'm skiing. I skied to get away from it.

Agreed, I have always found skiing as a way to escape from the real world and being completely at peace.

Definitely see skiing as more of an escape. The moment I click into my skis life’s problems disappear for a couple of hours and I’m completely at peace.

I agree with this, For me personally, whenever I ski I feel free and escape from anything shitty going on around me. It makes me happy and refreshes my mind.

**This post was edited on Dec 2nd 2017 at 10:07:13pm

skiing is my oulet for every emotion I have.

Deepskierskiing is my oulet for every emotion I have.

At first I started skiing with my friends when I was having fun. Then I started skiing when I was sad. Sometimes I would even ski if I felt completely indifferent. It got to the point where I was skiing all the time. Tired, energized, happy, sad, cold, warm, it didn't even matter.

I even started sneaking in laps before or after work. Over time some of my good ski friends just quit all together. You would think that might have been a wake up call for me, but it didn't even stop me.

It got so bad even when I couldn't ski I was thinking about skiing. I woke up one morning in my bed with all my ski gear on(boots included) that was a real low point for me. I was just trying to survive the summers in hopes for a good winter. The food began to taste the same, the drinks tasted bland, without skiing what was the point?

Finally I came downstairs for breakfast late one summer morning and my entire family were sitting down along with some of my good friends. My mom had tears running down her face as she sniffled and tried to give a light smile. I shuffled through the kitchen in my ski boots and grabbed a seat in the corner. Possibly overdressed for the weather but in boy scouts we were always told to be prepared. A freak 3' snowstorm in July might be unlikely, but you never know right?

They had pictures and stories filled with memories of when I was young. How I was always such a great kid and they never could have seen this coming. Then one day me and my friends tried skiing. It was just one time at the sledding hill. What could possibly happen?

This went on for quite some time, and I really did try and listen, but the more they talked about skiing the more I just wanted to go. I craved it, I longed for it. Finally I just couldn't take it any more.

I stood up and walked toward the fridge, my boots knocking of my boots tore through the awkward silence like gunshots. As I opened the freezer door I turned to them and said "Mom, I know you care about me but this is something I love and you can't stop me" I grabbed 2 full trays of ice cubes and a 3/4 full bag left over from my brothers camping trip and shuffled toward the door.

I could hear their muffled cries through the window as I crunched down the ice and dragged out my rail. I almost felt bad for a second as I was nearing the top of my drop in. Then I clicked into my skis and all of that bullshit instantly fell away. A warm summer breeze began to pick up as I dropped in without a care in the world.

i'm always more positive during the winter because i can get my mind off all the bs in my family and neighborhood. my dad always has something bad to say and it pisses both my mom and me off. i have many alcoholics in my neighborhood. and my grandma died of an overdose on pills. so i don't really have a good relationship with drugs overall. many of the kids in my school started going to parties and drinking alcahol when they were 13. i don't fuck with that. because don't have many friends in school so i usually sit at home playing shredsauce and watch edits here on NS in the afternoons. i have friends at my local that come from the closest city and that is mostly who i ski with. no one from my town really skis in the park except from one, and he is home every other weekend from school.
Skiing=Therapy

**This post was edited on Dec 3rd 2017 at 1:47:02pm

First day of the season was lapping the hike park. Landed the smoothest fucking 2 pretz 2 and right after found myself screaming "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT DAD".

Skiing is my therapy. My family tends to piss me off so I'll wake up on the weekends and go skiing by my self I use to ski park with kids at my high school but it wasn't fun cause they were always making fun of me cause Im not good at park but I always tried and ate shit. Most of the people in my grade are fake as fuck and I get made fun of quite a bit so what I use to let go of those feelings that make me feel like shit or mad or just plan old sad is I ski doesn't matter if it's shredsauce or actual skiing it makes me feel better idk if that's called therapy or if it's my outlet but it makes me feel better

I had depression + anxiety for about a year or so after a pretty bad breakup and fucking up my life real bad in 2016. getting up on the mountains was a good a way for me to get out of the city. I realised I always felt great afterwards so decided to go every weekend. I spent 30 days on the slopes last winter and by the end of it, I felt great. really cleared by head (and my bank account) but I feel so much better. skiing is definitely a stress relief for me, especially doing gnarly sutff like massive jumps and dropping in off huge ledges etc, it makes me feel alive again. I work hard all week and play hard on the weekends. Everyone needs a hobby

**This post was edited on Dec 4th 2017 at 1:01:08am

yeah but unlike other shit i do, like music, it's kinda an escape, like a few other people said. i'm not really thinking about the bad shit and i can completely block that stuff out of my head. it's a nice break to have that once or twice a week