In the begining...
Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 4:33 pm
Hello all. This is my first time using a forum of any kind. I thought it would be good to reach out for guidance since I'm very lost, plus, it might help me from the pent up anger and sadness of everyday life.
I'm 23 and I first noticed that I might suffer from depression when I was in high school. I got up the nerve to go tell my mom, but she told me it was all in my head and I'd get over it. After a few years of telling myself that and denying how I really felt I found myself sitting home alone more and avoiding social activities of any kind. Then my boyfriend would go to work and because he didn't understand depression, or how I felt, I'd stay quiet and pretend everything was okay until he went to work, then I'd run into the room and get underneath the blanket and cry until he got home.
I finally got sick of being sick and reached out for help. I started going to acupuncture which really helped a lot. But in order for me to get better I needed to express what was going on in my life and my acupuncturist referred me to an awesome councilor. On a scale of Zero, being fine and average, and 40 being most extreme, I rated a 44 on the depression scale. I started going to Al-anon for my co-dependency and I was put on medications but can't seem to find one I like. I'm settling with what I'm on now. I've been trough 2 kinds of meds, this one I'm on now, being the 3rd. I quit asking my doctor for help. Because they only get frustrated that I'm asking about anti depressants.
I feel like I'm unfixable like I'm just a burden. But I know there's more I can do to help myself. I was told if I didn't stay on an anti depressant that it would be extremely possible that I may never overcome it and it will become a chronic illness. I stopped going to counseling because it was 40 minutes away and I couldn't afford it. I also stopped going to Al-anon because...I actually really don't know why I stopped going. Then a doctor referred me to a councilor and it wasn't the same. It was just a "so what's been going on" and not helping me to solve or at least guide me with my issues. I can never get too deep in conversation about how I feel because I start crying. I cry because I'm mad. And I hold it in every chance I get. Even when I'm alone, its hard to let it go.
That's why I play the drums. It helps me for how ever long I need it, but I still hurt. And recently I havn't had the desire to play or practice. I feel like I've lost my spark. I feel my life is dull and run down, nothing spartks my interests.
I don't have any friends I can talk to. My best friend ditched me my junior year of high school when my mom and stepdad were going through a divorce. Another good friend I had let me down too. I confided in her and told her some things I would only tell a friend. Well, come to find out she was telling her boyfriend everything and exaggerating it. I was kicked out of the house on my birthday. And since then I've never trusted anyone enough to get close, nor do I want to waste my time just to be let down again.
I find it extremely hard expressing how i feel when I'm sad or blue. I feel like no body understands and then that makes me feel even more alone and more sad. And when I feel that way I want to go far far far away. Sometimes I'll just go to sleep watch cartoons, play video games or day dream about running away to where no one knows me and I can start fresh. I wish things were easier.
I'm 23 and I first noticed that I might suffer from depression when I was in high school. I got up the nerve to go tell my mom, but she told me it was all in my head and I'd get over it. After a few years of telling myself that and denying how I really felt I found myself sitting home alone more and avoiding social activities of any kind. Then my boyfriend would go to work and because he didn't understand depression, or how I felt, I'd stay quiet and pretend everything was okay until he went to work, then I'd run into the room and get underneath the blanket and cry until he got home.
I finally got sick of being sick and reached out for help. I started going to acupuncture which really helped a lot. But in order for me to get better I needed to express what was going on in my life and my acupuncturist referred me to an awesome councilor. On a scale of Zero, being fine and average, and 40 being most extreme, I rated a 44 on the depression scale. I started going to Al-anon for my co-dependency and I was put on medications but can't seem to find one I like. I'm settling with what I'm on now. I've been trough 2 kinds of meds, this one I'm on now, being the 3rd. I quit asking my doctor for help. Because they only get frustrated that I'm asking about anti depressants.
I feel like I'm unfixable like I'm just a burden. But I know there's more I can do to help myself. I was told if I didn't stay on an anti depressant that it would be extremely possible that I may never overcome it and it will become a chronic illness. I stopped going to counseling because it was 40 minutes away and I couldn't afford it. I also stopped going to Al-anon because...I actually really don't know why I stopped going. Then a doctor referred me to a councilor and it wasn't the same. It was just a "so what's been going on" and not helping me to solve or at least guide me with my issues. I can never get too deep in conversation about how I feel because I start crying. I cry because I'm mad. And I hold it in every chance I get. Even when I'm alone, its hard to let it go.
That's why I play the drums. It helps me for how ever long I need it, but I still hurt. And recently I havn't had the desire to play or practice. I feel like I've lost my spark. I feel my life is dull and run down, nothing spartks my interests.
I don't have any friends I can talk to. My best friend ditched me my junior year of high school when my mom and stepdad were going through a divorce. Another good friend I had let me down too. I confided in her and told her some things I would only tell a friend. Well, come to find out she was telling her boyfriend everything and exaggerating it. I was kicked out of the house on my birthday. And since then I've never trusted anyone enough to get close, nor do I want to waste my time just to be let down again.
I find it extremely hard expressing how i feel when I'm sad or blue. I feel like no body understands and then that makes me feel even more alone and more sad. And when I feel that way I want to go far far far away. Sometimes I'll just go to sleep watch cartoons, play video games or day dream about running away to where no one knows me and I can start fresh. I wish things were easier.