Thanks intothelight, paranoid10, simplekindofgirl, srain and sandra.
I am seeing a psychiatrist once to twice a week, I have been through numerous counselors since I was 12 and until now none of them have really made a great impact. My current psychiatrist is fantastic, although its about an hours drive and mum's paying $200 an hour which again makes me feel even more guilty.-.-
She has been using a method called EMDR and CBT, these treatments have been extremely useful and so far the first type off treatment that has really worked for me. I have changed medications ALOT! But hey I guess that's a common theme here.
My mum has been so supportive, she has trouble understanding PTSD, but I know she would go to any length to help me. I guess this is why I feel all the more guilty I have a loving family, great friends, I'm doing well in school and yet it's such a struggle to stay happy. @paranoid10 thats exactly my view of things, why should i be so miserable, when there are children starving in third world countries? I just can't seem to comprehend the reasoning behind it, I SHOULD be happy, I have so much to live for, so much ahead of me, and yet all I seem to do is either attempt or contemplate suicide. I guess that's maybe why I was first diagnosised with depression, but I tried telling them (this was early in the aftermath of my traumatic experiences as a child) that I wasn't crying all the time, I wasn't upset all the time, I just felt numb, like nothing in this world matter, it was like I was in some sort of a dream in which I was pretty much saying "f*** everyone".
Whilst first staying at this hospital, they put me in the high dependency unit, which I thought was a little unnecessary because I wasn't even in that bad a state. I actually didn't mind being in there it was nice and quiet in there, which was quite the contraire of what I originally perceived the place to be like; all I saw were the other kids doing activities and I wanted NONE of that. So when they asked me to leave the H.D unit I simply refused, eventually they convinced me that it was better on the other side, which I still believe was wrong. When I left the H.D unit that's when I went out of control throwing chairs, plates, cups, etc, smashing my head against walls, punching, kicking, yelling and just smashing stuff in general. I knew at that point that they has misdiagonised me, they put me on the wrong anti-depresents and I thought to my self these guys are the professionals they should be able to understand what I'm going through. I guess 3/4 weeks isn't enough to work out the problems, I realise that isn't very long at all considering there were kids in there that had been in there on and off for a year or two. Thank god I eventually came across my current psychiatrist, the first that's managed to understand me properly, use effective methods for treatment. I just hope I manage to make it through all of this.
I've changed meds again this time to level out my mood, which has reached some extremely high and extremely low points, (up until then I hadn't had much issues with mood just anxiety and anger.) Now it's leveled out again, but having some serious problems with anger, It would be nice if i could soundproof my room and get myself a straight-jacket so I can yell, punch, kick, etc, without damaging anything. I've damaged a lot of things and I continue to hold in my anger which I know is no good, but no amount of releasing it will change my anger levels for good. Sometime I go for walks but my asks me 20 questions before I leave, ensuring my phone's on, she is a real worry wort, but hey she has plenty of reason to, after all not too long ago I went for a walk sitting on the train tracks waiting for the next train. There's also the boxing bag in the garage but I have to ask mum to back out her car every time, which makes it incredibly hard. When I'm in that state of mind it's so hard to speak, I feel like I can't move or talk. i just want to be able to release my anger without having to give a long explanation.