Want Answers...***Trigger***
Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:13 pm
Ok...why do I do this? Why keep going? I can tell you the classic answer that I believe one day it will get better, and I'll feel happy. I can't even say again here because I've been dealing with depression and anxiety since before I can remember(literally, from childhood abuse). I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.
I function through my life with school, work, volunteering(ironically for mental health awareness) and friends when I manage to talk to them. But I feel worse all the time, and any time that I start to feel some joy it disappears again. Saying this makes me feel incredably weak, and like i'm searching for pity but I'm not. My volunteering is to talk to kids about mental health issues and about how it gets better and there is hope you just have to keep going. But inside I dont believe it for myself. I hurt all the time, and I hate that I'm admitting this but I have to keep talking myself out of suicide. I'm not going to do it because I would be the worlds largest hypocrit, and it scares me so don't worry. But I can't get my mind away from these thoughts, and the resounding voice that I'm a huge failure in trying to beat this.
I've been in counceling, and therapy and different psychologists for different things at different times since I was 16. I take meds that are ok with my heart, and I actively work on being ok. Healthy eating and exercise, counceling, positive self talk, things that bring me joy. I am honestly giving my all here and just keep slipping backwards. I don't know what to do anymore. And I know its keep goin, one foot in front of the other adn wait for it to get better...but what if it doesnt. I pray and I work for this, why can't I feel the change. I'm scared that one day I'll wake up on no longer care what other people think, or be scared of what would happen if I'm not here anymore. I dont liek to admit things like this, but I am not ok.
I function through my life with school, work, volunteering(ironically for mental health awareness) and friends when I manage to talk to them. But I feel worse all the time, and any time that I start to feel some joy it disappears again. Saying this makes me feel incredably weak, and like i'm searching for pity but I'm not. My volunteering is to talk to kids about mental health issues and about how it gets better and there is hope you just have to keep going. But inside I dont believe it for myself. I hurt all the time, and I hate that I'm admitting this but I have to keep talking myself out of suicide. I'm not going to do it because I would be the worlds largest hypocrit, and it scares me so don't worry. But I can't get my mind away from these thoughts, and the resounding voice that I'm a huge failure in trying to beat this.
I've been in counceling, and therapy and different psychologists for different things at different times since I was 16. I take meds that are ok with my heart, and I actively work on being ok. Healthy eating and exercise, counceling, positive self talk, things that bring me joy. I am honestly giving my all here and just keep slipping backwards. I don't know what to do anymore. And I know its keep goin, one foot in front of the other adn wait for it to get better...but what if it doesnt. I pray and I work for this, why can't I feel the change. I'm scared that one day I'll wake up on no longer care what other people think, or be scared of what would happen if I'm not here anymore. I dont liek to admit things like this, but I am not ok.