Caterpillar
Silver Member
Ever since my last trauma in January, and especially since my fiance has fallen into the depressive side of his Bipolar Disorder, I've been in a depression I can't get free from. And, frankly, I don't see any reason why I shouldn't be depressed.
My mental health isn't good enough to go through the training and stress required for a real career. I want to be a professional author, but that's mostly a matter of luck and so far my luck with that has been as crap as my luck with everything else. All the joy and humor that was such a mark of my fiance and I, that used to lift us and everyone else up, has been destroyed by trauma and a mental disorder over which I have no control. The trauma we went through in January was my fault (really, it was, this isn't just PTSD thinking). One of my close friends is falling apart mentally and won't accept real help. My other close friend has already been defeated by illnesses and life. Fiance and I used to lift her up; now we just make her sad, even if she's too nice to say so.
I'm not suicidal. I truly want to live, to do things and have fun. I want my life to have accomplishments and meaning. But at every turn, illness seems to take this away (my own problems and those of others). Just why shouldn't I be depressed?
My mother thinks fiance and I feed off each others' depression, which may be somewhat true, but I tried for weeks to be upbeat and hopeful. It didn't help and I eventually ran out of energy to pretend I don't hate my life.
I know I tend to dig the hole deeper when I'm like this. I get too depressed to find the motivation to do things like volunteer work or writing that might make me feel better. But it's still a cycle I don't know how to escape.
Before people ask, fiance and I are both in treatment for our mental problems and on medication. It's just not working. I have both pills and coping techniques which are great against anxiety, but absolutely nothing I've tried has helped the depression more than slightly.
My mental health isn't good enough to go through the training and stress required for a real career. I want to be a professional author, but that's mostly a matter of luck and so far my luck with that has been as crap as my luck with everything else. All the joy and humor that was such a mark of my fiance and I, that used to lift us and everyone else up, has been destroyed by trauma and a mental disorder over which I have no control. The trauma we went through in January was my fault (really, it was, this isn't just PTSD thinking). One of my close friends is falling apart mentally and won't accept real help. My other close friend has already been defeated by illnesses and life. Fiance and I used to lift her up; now we just make her sad, even if she's too nice to say so.
I'm not suicidal. I truly want to live, to do things and have fun. I want my life to have accomplishments and meaning. But at every turn, illness seems to take this away (my own problems and those of others). Just why shouldn't I be depressed?
My mother thinks fiance and I feed off each others' depression, which may be somewhat true, but I tried for weeks to be upbeat and hopeful. It didn't help and I eventually ran out of energy to pretend I don't hate my life.
I know I tend to dig the hole deeper when I'm like this. I get too depressed to find the motivation to do things like volunteer work or writing that might make me feel better. But it's still a cycle I don't know how to escape.
Before people ask, fiance and I are both in treatment for our mental problems and on medication. It's just not working. I have both pills and coping techniques which are great against anxiety, but absolutely nothing I've tried has helped the depression more than slightly.