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I've had depression for ten years now and I'm still depressed. It started when I entered high school. I hated it so much, yet there wasn't anything that I could do about it. Failing numerous classes and my teen-frustration phase bordered on eventual apathy and almost dropping out. I somehow still managed to get my diploma, but all of my college years were pretty much the same way because of my depression. I'm also a loner, so by the end of the day, I realize that I'm still the only one without a circle of friends to call my own which makes the depression worse. Because of depression, I started avoiding people, thinking no one really cared anyway (something I still believe today) and used to stay in my room talking to myself. After ten years though, I feel that I can't return to the my old self where I had a more positive outlook. I really don't know how to cope with depression. I just repress myself, because I know people will only tell me "there are others suffering more than you." That's not what I need to hear.
Before going to bed every night, I just wish that I never woke up again. It always feels like everyone else's lives are so much better than mine. Everyone is productive and responsible and have dreams and have friends that encourage/support them. I don't have any of that, so I feel worthless every day. I pretend to be positive, just so I can hide the fact that I'm a loser. I've thought of suicide many times and attempted it twice. Now I just feel like overdosing on sleeping pills or something. Many times I think, if I were someone else and had a positive attitude, the reasons for living would be abundant. I can't do that. I can't change the way I feel even if people told me to change my attitude. I've tried many times, but the grief just resurfaces again. I've also tried exercising, going outside for walks and going to the movies once in a while, but that's only temporary relief for me. As for psychiatrists? I don't like taking the same redundant advices as it only discourages me more for some unexplainable reason. Jam it back in, in the dark. |
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |