Depression @ MindSay



 

   
I don't know
There was a time in my life when I thought I knew what I was doing and where I was going. A time when I was strong. Independent. A time when I knew who I was, or at least thought I did. Not anymore. I'm clueless. I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing, where I am going or even who and what I am.

Depression sucks.

It sucks the life out of you. It sucks the life out of the ones you love and that love you. It shuts you off from the world.

I have no idea how I got here and what's worse is I have no idea how to get out. I have had to cry my heart out and beg for help assuring them I would be dead if I did not receive help. They help until they feel you can move on but you can't. You want to talk, you need to cry and vent and yell and scream. You want the pain to stop and go away, leave you forever with no chance of it returning. You want to hear yes, it happened and no, it was not your fault. You need and want someone that really understands. You want your sister back because she was the only one who knew and understood.

No one understands that.
 
 
   
 

how it began
i close my eyes sometimes n i wonder...i wonder where it all started... than i realized it started when i left the womb. when they refused to get that abortion....when they refused to give me up.i remember to this day...those horibble years that only got worse n worse....when i was about 3 i lost all contact with my parents. they didnt care what i did or where i was at anytime.....i remember having nothing....feeling so lonely so unloved. my family consisted of me n my older friends. they were all 16 n basicly lived on the streets. they took care of me they cared if i lived or died. i close my eyes n thank them, thank them for caring to a degree. i remember i got a dog when i was 4 he was a good dog he was my protector, he was my mentor...but it went down hill none the less. i started smoking when i was about 7 years old n i had been drinking little by little since i was 5. when i was bout 6-7 my mom had my little brother... i loved him so much..he was my blood he was who i was suposed to be. i took good care n mad sure he wasnt me. we soon moved out the 2 family house we rented into a bigger house we owned. my mom was home more often but i didnt care. she was never there for me when i needed her so she doesnt need to be there now. she tried to make it up to me by buying me toys n showering me with my every want, but what i had needed was a mother what i needed was a father, a mother who loved me who was there for me, i father who loved me n was there for me. as they began to realize i wasnt accepting there apology they became frustrated. n decided to take offense n take it out on me. this is where my drug addiction began... n where i became suicidle....



Tomarrow ill have another post to continue my story....please if anyone has any advice for me please let me knw ive reached the largest depression of my life right now n i need some guidence n help

Raph
 
 
 

   
Entry 88. [Depressed] --- JUNE IS PATCHY AS FUCK.

Dixie currently feels:

Smiley Depressed

 

...Very fucking depressed.

 

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Here is a numbered list of why Dixie is depressed today:

 

  1. - I had to watch my daddy holding someone else's baby again. I hate it.
  2. - I've been thinking about college and how terrible it will be.
  3. - Watching Big Brother has made me realise my social phobia even more.
  4. - I miss Emily so fucking much now. I'm crying at nighttimes when I can't sleep because I think about her.
  5. - June is patchy as fuck, I really don't have anything to blog about anymore.
  6. - I'm constantly bored now.
  7. - I still can't write anything.
 
 
   
 

Going Home Is Daunting.

   Guess I have been out of country and out of touch too, too long.   Now, into my fourth year of self-imposed-exile from A United States part of North America [AUSPONA], I am truly knowing some angst over my pending return. I am sure I will, at times, find myself dumbstruck by some of the lunatic Republican idiots I will encounter when I get back. I believe a crucible awaits me back home. Therefore I will be seeking here, on MINDSAY, some help in making my perceived difficult re-immersion back into a western "civilized" society and environment.

 

In 1992 I experienced debilitating cultural shock when I returned home after only one year of teaching English in the Manchuria region of Northeast China.

 

Indeed a great depression overtook me and I lived for a year in one of my older brother's basement before I received psychological help.  Prior to that intervention I had not been diagnosed with clinical depression.

 

Here, now, for the most part, being removed from the oppressiveness of the lunatic neoconservative-retrograde-racist-Republican regime, here, now I can function fully for the most part most of the time.

 

Truly, I am fearful of my return to my beloved country, AUSPONA, as I call it here in my effort to educate my students that The USA does not equate to America and America does not equal The USA.

 

Yes, I am fearful of my return to my beloved homeland.

 

Sincerely in pursuit of happiness and freedom from insane fudking tyranny of whatever political strip in AUSPONA,

 

Mr. David Tecumseh Schmidt, MSW '82 University of Michigan   Tecumseh High School '59

 
 
 

   
How to cope with PTSD and Rape

I was a rape victim on December 15, 2006.  I was at work when it happened and I do not know who he was-he wore a mask, gloves, etc...  I just want to speak to others who have been through this humilating nightmare and hope to be able to help someone through it and them help me as well.  I have good days but when I have bad, they are really "bad".  The flashbacks are getting worse as I try so hard not to think or talk about it but my doctor tells me to join an organization and talk to others, I am just not willing to do it face to face.  I am still too hurt and embarrased to look at anyone or anyone look at me that "knows." 

 
 
   
 

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