Depression Support Group
Depression is a real and debilitating condition that is often misunderstood by family and friends. Its meaning can range from a prolonged period of sadness to an actual mental illness with specific symptoms. Find and share experiences with others who are going through the same struggles.
I concede as always when I make a post on here that I'm not active on the depression boards much, if at all. But sometimes I have to let out how I'm feeling.
So, I finished a paralegal studies AS program this past spring, and only recently made myself put together a functional resume to try to make use of it. Said functional resume is literally as far as I have been able to go.
Because I'm really afraid to do much with it, if anything. The problem is that experience has taught me that the outside world is not a safe place to be. A scavenger hunt in high school where it was rumored I was a hogtie target, the Boston Marathon bombings, and the large number of mass shootings over the past year generally, to name a few, have all helped to make me feel like I need to hide under a rock, among other things.
It has reached the point where it doesn't feel normal anymore. I manage to work part time, as a pharmacy technician, but I'm going out of my way to keep to myself. I know I'm encouraged to join in conversations, but I always have this reaction: "When am I going to be in danger? When is the hurting to start? Must run away, must run away, must run away."
I don't want to meet new people because I am afraid that they will hurt me, to put it simply. And I don't know what it's going to take to convince myself that not everybody is like that.
Vent over...please forgive if it's a night or two before I get to any comments on this.
So, I finished a paralegal studies AS program this past spring, and only recently made myself put together a functional resume to try to make use of it. Said functional resume is literally as far as I have been able to go.
Because I'm really afraid to do much with it, if anything. The problem is that experience has taught me that the outside world is not a safe place to be. A scavenger hunt in high school where it was rumored I was a hogtie target, the Boston Marathon bombings, and the large number of mass shootings over the past year generally, to name a few, have all helped to make me feel like I need to hide under a rock, among other things.
It has reached the point where it doesn't feel normal anymore. I manage to work part time, as a pharmacy technician, but I'm going out of my way to keep to myself. I know I'm encouraged to join in conversations, but I always have this reaction: "When am I going to be in danger? When is the hurting to start? Must run away, must run away, must run away."
I don't want to meet new people because I am afraid that they will hurt me, to put it simply. And I don't know what it's going to take to convince myself that not everybody is like that.
Vent over...please forgive if it's a night or two before I get to any comments on this.
((((((HUGS)))))
So the combination of the two is what makes me not trust people. If there is anything for me to move forward to, I can't get there. I simply am sort of a hermit. I say sort of cause I live with my brother. But I don't go out except to go to the store or restaraunt.
I dont' like bars, I don't like meeting people there, I just don't trust people, cause they have always wronged me in one way or another. So I know exactly what you are going through. Were both in our little protective bubble and we feel safe. :)
I totally understand. Here are some HUGGS to make you feel better...
Ashley