A student wholly dissatisfied with her life
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 4:35 pm
Hi everyone,
I've had a rather complicated time with depression and I'm still unsure as to how to feel about my experience. This is my story and the first time I have written it down. This is a kind of outlet for me and a way to look at my situation as a whole for the first time. Any comments are welcome.
I had a bout of depression, triggered by a relationship break up, the summer before university. Once at uni everything was great as I was distracted and living a whole different life.
I soon began another relationship that was very intense. He was diagnosed with a degenerative disease of the spine which causes his spine to fuse causing excruciating pain. This stopped him from becoming a a top athlete and could no longer run. I became his sole shoulder to lean on and as we worked through his problems our relationship matured drastically. After a few months I lost my faith in Christianity and lost a lot of friends and my whole outlook on life. A few months later I was suffering from severe pain in my sex life which couldn't be cured. I felt guilty that I couldn't have a healthy sex life with my bf. soon after my depression started and I needed my boyfriend for a lot of support but with both of our problems it became a big strain. He gave me an ultimatum of either going on anti depressants or we split up as it was too much to put on him (which it was but I still resented being given such an ultimatum). From then I went on citalapram.
With my depression I couldn't rationalise situations and could be very harsh on my boyfriend. We were constantly fighting but needed each other for support. After a year of a poisonous relationship we split up but it was incredibly messy. We still lived and needed each other but it was causing so much hurt. I know I was extremely mean and have felt guilty ever since that its my fault I hurt my ex so much.
As my ex was involved in my sports team and my lectures I couldn't escape him and I had to quit my team and stop going to lectures. It just reminded me of the pain and hurt he caused. My drug dose was increased so I could complete my degree and attempt my exams.
I only managed a 2:2 but because I know I'm capable of better without depression I'm gutted with it, especially as it has sopped me doing masters that I had applied for and all my friends are following the path I wanted but cannot follow.
About 8 months on now I have a new boyfriend and things are looking up yet I am not at a stage where I can go to him for support. I am still upset with my degree and feel so disappointed in myself and the fact that I had such a horrible time at uni when so many others have had the best times of their lives. I wish I had as good a time as them and had achieved as much as them.
I am still on anti depressants and am about to begin a PGCE course to become a teacher. I know it's a good job but its just not what I wanted. Also my boyfriend is a phd student and is travelling around the world on conferences which is what I should be doing if it wasn't for this horrific disease.
I still struggle with being alone, I resent that I am on drugs and can't function without them and I am incredibly dissatisfied with my life knowing that I am capable of so much more and have missed out on so much happiness.
I've had a rather complicated time with depression and I'm still unsure as to how to feel about my experience. This is my story and the first time I have written it down. This is a kind of outlet for me and a way to look at my situation as a whole for the first time. Any comments are welcome.
I had a bout of depression, triggered by a relationship break up, the summer before university. Once at uni everything was great as I was distracted and living a whole different life.
I soon began another relationship that was very intense. He was diagnosed with a degenerative disease of the spine which causes his spine to fuse causing excruciating pain. This stopped him from becoming a a top athlete and could no longer run. I became his sole shoulder to lean on and as we worked through his problems our relationship matured drastically. After a few months I lost my faith in Christianity and lost a lot of friends and my whole outlook on life. A few months later I was suffering from severe pain in my sex life which couldn't be cured. I felt guilty that I couldn't have a healthy sex life with my bf. soon after my depression started and I needed my boyfriend for a lot of support but with both of our problems it became a big strain. He gave me an ultimatum of either going on anti depressants or we split up as it was too much to put on him (which it was but I still resented being given such an ultimatum). From then I went on citalapram.
With my depression I couldn't rationalise situations and could be very harsh on my boyfriend. We were constantly fighting but needed each other for support. After a year of a poisonous relationship we split up but it was incredibly messy. We still lived and needed each other but it was causing so much hurt. I know I was extremely mean and have felt guilty ever since that its my fault I hurt my ex so much.
As my ex was involved in my sports team and my lectures I couldn't escape him and I had to quit my team and stop going to lectures. It just reminded me of the pain and hurt he caused. My drug dose was increased so I could complete my degree and attempt my exams.
I only managed a 2:2 but because I know I'm capable of better without depression I'm gutted with it, especially as it has sopped me doing masters that I had applied for and all my friends are following the path I wanted but cannot follow.
About 8 months on now I have a new boyfriend and things are looking up yet I am not at a stage where I can go to him for support. I am still upset with my degree and feel so disappointed in myself and the fact that I had such a horrible time at uni when so many others have had the best times of their lives. I wish I had as good a time as them and had achieved as much as them.
I am still on anti depressants and am about to begin a PGCE course to become a teacher. I know it's a good job but its just not what I wanted. Also my boyfriend is a phd student and is travelling around the world on conferences which is what I should be doing if it wasn't for this horrific disease.
I still struggle with being alone, I resent that I am on drugs and can't function without them and I am incredibly dissatisfied with my life knowing that I am capable of so much more and have missed out on so much happiness.