brokenchild
Gold Member
It seems since I don't present with what people regard as depression (so bad they can't get out of bed) that I am almost never taken seriously. My depression has NEVER been the kind where I have trouble getting out of bed in the morning. I am still working full time and going through the actions dance and in the gym. But it's NOT the same.
It's more the I can't eat, can't sleep, losing interest in things that I once loved (dance and lifting weights), extremely tired (even if well rested), can't concentrate, and spend way to much time thinking I should be dead and how to make that happen.
Currently, all the the above is applicable and I am close to be where I was last winter, which was way to close to OD'ing. I had gotten the pills in my hand, all I had left to do was take them. No one seems to notice or care though. I've even self injured, which I hadn't done in almost 10 years. I just don't know how to cope right now.
I keep reaching out, in real life and online, but I am getting little to nothing in return. It just validates that I don't deserve to get better and that I deserve to suffer like this. On other forums, my posts go unanswered while other people get tons of support. I've emailed the Polaris Project, which works with survivors of human trafficking, and they never responded. While I was at the doctors, my doctor tried calling and there was no answer.
I see a psychiatrist on Aug 16, but I've never been to one that actually listens, just gives you medications. I don't think I can afford therapy right now and wouldn't know what to say if I was there anyway. Sometimes I think I am too broken to put back together and I wonder why I am even trying.
It's more the I can't eat, can't sleep, losing interest in things that I once loved (dance and lifting weights), extremely tired (even if well rested), can't concentrate, and spend way to much time thinking I should be dead and how to make that happen.
Currently, all the the above is applicable and I am close to be where I was last winter, which was way to close to OD'ing. I had gotten the pills in my hand, all I had left to do was take them. No one seems to notice or care though. I've even self injured, which I hadn't done in almost 10 years. I just don't know how to cope right now.
I keep reaching out, in real life and online, but I am getting little to nothing in return. It just validates that I don't deserve to get better and that I deserve to suffer like this. On other forums, my posts go unanswered while other people get tons of support. I've emailed the Polaris Project, which works with survivors of human trafficking, and they never responded. While I was at the doctors, my doctor tried calling and there was no answer.
I see a psychiatrist on Aug 16, but I've never been to one that actually listens, just gives you medications. I don't think I can afford therapy right now and wouldn't know what to say if I was there anyway. Sometimes I think I am too broken to put back together and I wonder why I am even trying.