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Originally Posted by Keith kind of cliche to say this, but I genuinely think I'm depressed. Anyone who talks to me is probably shocked since I hide it from everyone, but for the past year I've felt pretty crappy, but this past month or so I have had a near constant horrible feeling, and more than once I've felt physically sick from it and I have thrown up from it.
I just really wish this would go away. I can't sleep consistently any more, I'm constantly tired, I'm incredibly forgetful except for trivial things and I constantly doubt my memory. I've looked at symptoms and I'd probably relate myself to bi-polar disorder, since I do sometimes have highs where I'm distracted by random things. |
Eh, maybe. Depression doesn't mean you can't ever feel happy; it just means that your "base" mood is depressed and, as a consequence of that, it's also much harder to be happy.
Bipolar disorder means that you'll be spending roughly similar amounts of time full-to-bursting with energy and completely drained.
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This sounds really weird, but I just feel this like... flame inside my chest. As if I'm physically being burnt inside my chest, like being sick but so much worse. I can't escape it and it's just such a disgusting feeling to be almost harbouring this thing inside me. I just can't seem to get a moment away from it, even on my "high" moments it still pops in every couple of minutes and ruins my fun.
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Interestin', I had roughly the opposite feeling: A yawning pit in my gut. Still, the cropping up all the time fits depression to a 'T', much less so Bipolar.
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What exactly can I do about this. Therapy is expensive and I'm probably too young to be prescribed drugs which I really don't want anyway, because I've heard nothing but ♥♥♥♥ about the side effects changing people. I've genuinely considered self-harm before, though I've never allowed myself to do it since I try to keep logical and I know there's nothing behind it, it's just a distracting and it's only going to cause more hurt for people around me.
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Drugs. Seriously. I'm on anti-depressants right now, and they literally saved my life.
The way society treats drugs for mental disorders is abominable. They don't change who you are, they aren't the weak way out, etc. They're no different from drugs for cancer. Yet no one ever says "That cancer is part of who you are, so you shouldn't treat it!", despite it being as much truly you as any mental disease.
As for self-harm: that's similar to me. I did some small cutting with a knife, but never more than scratches (it's surprising how much it hurts), but I also thought the whole while how stupid it was.
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I just wish I could get away. What the hell can I even do about this. Even writing this now I'm having to fight back vomit because I just tried to sleep and felt so bad that I couldn't lie still.
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Yep. It's hard to talk about, isn't it? Every mention just makes it worse; like you've got it on a leash and with every statement it lunges forward. Even now I find the best way to destroy my mood is to talk about this stuff.
That said, I'm glad you have. It's not easy, and in the short term you'll feel awful, but if you never talk about it then you'll never get treatment, and while depression sometimes vanishes by itself it's not something anyone should have to live with.
I've got a semi-canned speech that I like to give now, but the fact that I've used it before doesn't mean it isn't true, or that I didn't find it very helpful to myself:
You have worth. Real, true, value. No matter how stupid it seems for me to say that, no matter how corny and fake, it's true. You were forged in the heart of a star, did you know that? Everything that exists, save Hydrogen, was fused together in the core of a star, most of which then exploded and scattered them to the edge of the universe. What's more, you were then woven together over billions of years. Every step adding complexity and trying out new ideas.
And, in all the universe, you are unique. There will never be another you. Even a clone wouldn't have the same experiences, thoughts, and memories. You are literally irreplaceable, and that gives you value, even if you feel nothing else does.
We are all bits of the universe made sentient. We are bits thrown from the heart of a star that can, unlike our parent, look back and observe that. Think about how amazing that is. The very fact that we can stand here on this rock and talk to each other is the closest thing to a miracle I can conceive of.
But we star-children weren't woven perfectly. We have flaws. One of them is a tendency towards depression. Our wonderful, amazing, brains turn on themselves and try to corrupt our emotions. This is not a sign of weakness, or stupidity, or anything other than a disorder that is not your fault. Fortunately, there is treatment. Go see a doctor about this, they'll recommend people you can see for therapy and drugs you can take to help.
What's more, while those drugs aren't perfect, they are far better than most people think. Odds are the first ones you try won't be quite the right fit, most people have to try several different ones, and that's not pleasant, since they do have side effects. Still, you really have to ask yourself if they're not worth it, to be rid of your depression. You honestly don't realize just how much it distorts things until it's gone. You know, on one level, that things aren't as bad as they seem, but trust me when I say that they're so much better than you can probably even conceive of at this point.
As a final note, we're here. Again, trite and cliche, but I do mean it. There are lots of people here who have been, or are going, through what you are, and if you need someone to talk to we're more than happy to listen and give advice.