Postby Sachi » Fri Aug 26, 2016 3:31 am
I need to seek help.
I hate to sporadically pour my soul here in the FML thread, so I think I'm eventually going to join a depression forum, or some shit like that so that you guys don't have to listen to me complain. In the last three days alone, I've gone from happy-go-lucky, to wanting to kill myself, back to happy, and then back to wanting to kill myself (currently still in that latter state). Recently, my old roommate reached out to me; if any of you guys remember some of the drama involved between her and I a couple years ago, then you'll know that my relationship with her is quite complex. We hadn't talked in months, because I let my depression destroy our friendship and I pushed her away. I'm convinced that I'm a piece of shit, and that she shouldn't drag herself down by associating with me, particularly since we were once romantically involved and she has a boyfriend. Well, she reaches out to me, letting me know that she's been going through a tough time, and informs me that her boyfriend had cheated on her LONG, LONG before she ever cheated on him with me and he only just now told her; what makes this so terrible is that we were honest about it as soon as it happened between us, and he lied about it for three years (why he didn't confess it when we made our confession, IDK; seems like that would have been a good time). Needless to say, I was pissed, because I spent so long convincing myself that I was a piece of shit for interfering with his relationship, and I had done everything I could to make him seem like a good guy and have her stay with him. Anyways, since she has reached out to me again, we've started talking, and I'm starting to remember what it's like to have a friend. For the last several months I've been so detached that I've been numb to the fact, and now that I've tasted a bit of positivity, it's making my mood swings worse. I still believe that I'm a piece of shit, I still believe that I don't deserve to have any friends, and I still believe that I'm going to be alone forever. This is making speaking to her again difficult, because it was because of these mood swings that I had pushed her away before.
So, in short, I'm in a weird place where I can either sink back into the numbness of depression and have no friends and no direction, or I can confront these mood swings. So, after the first time she had to listen to me having a break down again, I decided that I need help. I really have not been happy in a long time. All I do is go to work 40 hours a week, go to school full-time, and I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. I always need to keep myself busy, because whenever I'm alone my depression catches up with me. However, by constantly staying busy with work and school, I've forgotten how to live and I've lost sight of why I work so hard. Again, I have no friends, and so I never go out. I haven't dated or been in a happy relationship since I was fifteen (and does dating at fifteen really count?), because I'm thoroughly convinced I'm not worthy of love, and so I don't pursue it. I'm wasting my life hating myself, and I've held myself back from so many opportunities. I've always been against prescription medicine, particularly anti-depressants, but at this point I think I should seriously consider it as an option. My friend is going to provide me with some information and a place to start looking for therapy, and I'm hoping to make an appointment in the next two weeks or so. It's a strange feeling, but hopefully it's better than continuing to leave my depression untreated.