Here goes, never told anybody these things
Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:26 pm
Hi everyone,
I've written some things about myself in the introductions forum and now I'm here.
I started feeling depressed when I was about 11 years old, it was all very confusing and a hard time for me. At the age of 13 I had my first abusive relationship. I only saw him at school as I was only 13 years old and didn't go on dates. He would beat me up, other people saw it but did or said nothing, therefore I thought nothing must be wrong with the relationship. When I was 14 I started going out with a new guy, he was 2 years older than I was and at a different school. I transfered to that school after the following summer, my ex boyfriend severly beat me for "leaving him, because he loved me so much". Anyway, now I was at a new school, with a new guy and thought I could start a clean slate.
Well this guy did drugs, he pressured me into sex when I was only still 14. I used to hurt myself physcally, it seemed to take away the pain at frist but only hurt my family which made me feel worse. He took me places but left me in the car because he didn't want people to see me, this all added to my low self esteem and depression. When he was high he would punch me, hit me, one time he hit me across the head with a stick. At 17 years old I was still with this guy. One day we went to one of his co-workers trailer for dinner. That night haunted me for years, long story short, the 50 something year old co-worker sexual abused me while my boyfriend watched and did nothing. I have gone to therapy because of it and have completed the traumatic recovery thing.
I finally got the guts to dump my boyfriend after that.
But although that stuff happened to me, I was still depressed before any of these thing happened. And I have no idea why. My suicidal thoughts were taking over my life along with sadness, fear and anxiety. I had friends in high school and after high school, but one way or another I always push them away. 2 people I once were friends with, have commited suicide, that was so hard for me but at the same time I saw how many people were upset and it kind of helped me in a way. Plus no one saw it coming, these people were ordinary, happy people. It made me realize that I'm not the only one out there suffering, though I had to realize these things through tragedy.
As of 2 years ago I have been on Prozac, it has helped but if it cured everything then I wouldn't be on here right now. I've been with my soon to be husband for 3 years now, he presisted me to get the help and the medication I needed. He is an amazing man, but still doesn't understand my depression and anxiety. And no one in my family does either.
I no longer hurt myself since being on the prozac.
I still don't have friends.
I'm happy to people around me, am I happy with myself? not yet, but I would like to be, one day.
I've written some things about myself in the introductions forum and now I'm here.
I started feeling depressed when I was about 11 years old, it was all very confusing and a hard time for me. At the age of 13 I had my first abusive relationship. I only saw him at school as I was only 13 years old and didn't go on dates. He would beat me up, other people saw it but did or said nothing, therefore I thought nothing must be wrong with the relationship. When I was 14 I started going out with a new guy, he was 2 years older than I was and at a different school. I transfered to that school after the following summer, my ex boyfriend severly beat me for "leaving him, because he loved me so much". Anyway, now I was at a new school, with a new guy and thought I could start a clean slate.
Well this guy did drugs, he pressured me into sex when I was only still 14. I used to hurt myself physcally, it seemed to take away the pain at frist but only hurt my family which made me feel worse. He took me places but left me in the car because he didn't want people to see me, this all added to my low self esteem and depression. When he was high he would punch me, hit me, one time he hit me across the head with a stick. At 17 years old I was still with this guy. One day we went to one of his co-workers trailer for dinner. That night haunted me for years, long story short, the 50 something year old co-worker sexual abused me while my boyfriend watched and did nothing. I have gone to therapy because of it and have completed the traumatic recovery thing.
I finally got the guts to dump my boyfriend after that.
But although that stuff happened to me, I was still depressed before any of these thing happened. And I have no idea why. My suicidal thoughts were taking over my life along with sadness, fear and anxiety. I had friends in high school and after high school, but one way or another I always push them away. 2 people I once were friends with, have commited suicide, that was so hard for me but at the same time I saw how many people were upset and it kind of helped me in a way. Plus no one saw it coming, these people were ordinary, happy people. It made me realize that I'm not the only one out there suffering, though I had to realize these things through tragedy.
As of 2 years ago I have been on Prozac, it has helped but if it cured everything then I wouldn't be on here right now. I've been with my soon to be husband for 3 years now, he presisted me to get the help and the medication I needed. He is an amazing man, but still doesn't understand my depression and anxiety. And no one in my family does either.
I no longer hurt myself since being on the prozac.
I still don't have friends.
I'm happy to people around me, am I happy with myself? not yet, but I would like to be, one day.