I think it is getting worse.
Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2020 7:26 pm
So this is my first time posting on a forum, so I hope I dont bother anyone, but i needed to write this down and get it off my chest.
So i have dealt with depression for the past 10 years, not as a constant problem, but with intermittent episodes appearing and dissipating in time, as a badly healed ankle sprain. I tried telling my mother once. She told me therapy made people weak and dependent. We were at the mall. I cried all the way back home. The issue was never again addressed. Now 6 years later, I cut myself and take pills. I don't do it to attrack attention, that is why I am writing here and not telling anyone in my life, nor do I think anyone would listen to me. My parents have never listened to my needs; if I tell them sweetly, they forget, if I tell them angrily, they get enraged. I cannot tell my friends; they do not feel comfortable expressing feelings and have changed topics whenever I've brought up the subject. I cut myself and take pills because sometimes the feelings are just too overwhelming, and I have no one to talk to, and no where to run, and nothing to shout out to.I feel unchershid, unloved, unheard and a nuissance all together. But when the physical pain hits, for a moment, I don't feel so overwhelmed, and I can breath again. And the pills slow down my heart which also makes it easier to breath and think and calm me down. But then I get control of my emotions and my thoughts, and I feel ashamed of what I've done to myself, and of how I felt in order for me to do that to myselft. The pills are easier to forget, but the bruises remain on my arms for days, and I have to see them everytime I brush my hair. I feel ashamed when I see the bruises; I wonder if I am emotionally inbalanced and this is all a big rant. But then again, I think this is how people kill themselfs. People usually look for help, try to connect with their friends, or medicate. Suicide is not something that comes out of the blue. It is when people feel alone, uncherished and have ran out of options, that they try to end things. So I am a bit worried about this lack of control that I have. I do not have suicidal thoughts at the moment, but I also didn't harm myself some months ago. I want to get help and I want to get better but I am afraid my parents wont listen and support me.
So i have dealt with depression for the past 10 years, not as a constant problem, but with intermittent episodes appearing and dissipating in time, as a badly healed ankle sprain. I tried telling my mother once. She told me therapy made people weak and dependent. We were at the mall. I cried all the way back home. The issue was never again addressed. Now 6 years later, I cut myself and take pills. I don't do it to attrack attention, that is why I am writing here and not telling anyone in my life, nor do I think anyone would listen to me. My parents have never listened to my needs; if I tell them sweetly, they forget, if I tell them angrily, they get enraged. I cannot tell my friends; they do not feel comfortable expressing feelings and have changed topics whenever I've brought up the subject. I cut myself and take pills because sometimes the feelings are just too overwhelming, and I have no one to talk to, and no where to run, and nothing to shout out to.I feel unchershid, unloved, unheard and a nuissance all together. But when the physical pain hits, for a moment, I don't feel so overwhelmed, and I can breath again. And the pills slow down my heart which also makes it easier to breath and think and calm me down. But then I get control of my emotions and my thoughts, and I feel ashamed of what I've done to myself, and of how I felt in order for me to do that to myselft. The pills are easier to forget, but the bruises remain on my arms for days, and I have to see them everytime I brush my hair. I feel ashamed when I see the bruises; I wonder if I am emotionally inbalanced and this is all a big rant. But then again, I think this is how people kill themselfs. People usually look for help, try to connect with their friends, or medicate. Suicide is not something that comes out of the blue. It is when people feel alone, uncherished and have ran out of options, that they try to end things. So I am a bit worried about this lack of control that I have. I do not have suicidal thoughts at the moment, but I also didn't harm myself some months ago. I want to get help and I want to get better but I am afraid my parents wont listen and support me.