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've been trying for the past two weeks to post something in this group, but couldn't bring myself to do it. I've been too tired to write anything.
Let's see....um.... I feel dead. Yeah, I guess that's it. I feel dead inside, and it's starting to show on the outside.
I've been battling depression for a decade, and then some (I'm 24). I'm taking Cymbalta (60mg), but it seems to have stopped working. For the past few months I've been more depressed than ever. And now I'm having vivid suicidal thoughts. It's always that same way that I kill myself (slit my wrists).
I'm not a murderer, so the idea of killing myself is off-putting.
I feel so alone, even though I have friends and family who care for me. I feel alone in my head. I feel like my brain is turning on me so badly.
I have no time for anyone now, because all I do is sleep and go to work and drink every other night. The drinking keeps the bad dreams away, and it puts me to sleep at a decent hour.
I don't feel like myself. I don't like this new person. She's bringing me down, and I don't like it.
I wish I had a brain that worked with me, instead of against me.
If I have to live like this for another month or two, I think I will have to make it stop permanently.
Let's see....um.... I feel dead. Yeah, I guess that's it. I feel dead inside, and it's starting to show on the outside.
I've been battling depression for a decade, and then some (I'm 24). I'm taking Cymbalta (60mg), but it seems to have stopped working. For the past few months I've been more depressed than ever. And now I'm having vivid suicidal thoughts. It's always that same way that I kill myself (slit my wrists).
I'm not a murderer, so the idea of killing myself is off-putting.
I feel so alone, even though I have friends and family who care for me. I feel alone in my head. I feel like my brain is turning on me so badly.
I have no time for anyone now, because all I do is sleep and go to work and drink every other night. The drinking keeps the bad dreams away, and it puts me to sleep at a decent hour.
I don't feel like myself. I don't like this new person. She's bringing me down, and I don't like it.
I wish I had a brain that worked with me, instead of against me.
If I have to live like this for another month or two, I think I will have to make it stop permanently.
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I gave my 2 week notice last Friday 13th. Now to join you fine people in a life of leisure and nothing else to do but to look out for myself....is it just me or does that sound pretty boring? My goal was to live to retire and I guess having to take early retirement because of health reasons wasn't exactly the way I had planned things. I just can't stay in that building that is reeking mildew...
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I'm trying to exercise daily. I was doing fairly well until I sprained my ankle 2 weeks ago but now I'm getting back on the horse. Today I walked over a mile with my arm weights that are about 22lbs total. I was out of shape and it was hard on my arms. I also did my 30 situps. I'm also going to drink a lot of water and try to eat healthy. I do tend to have a sweet tooth but I'm cutting...
pixie is right, we all have been there, or there now, & we all understand what we r going thru.
Talk to ur pdoc, u need a change in meds. either an increase or something added along w the cymbalta. Get a therapist. TALK TALK TALK & keep talking till someone hears u.
Merry Christmas
Cathy
I thought I was over it, but I'm not.
I'm now remembering that I didn't just think I was going to die that day... I KNEW I was going to die. I remember my body preparing itself to die. And I believe that part of me did die that day.
I can't put into words what it felt like to prepare to be murdered, but it was horrible. My body felt really light, like I was really dying.
Now, I'm experiencing that feeling again, and it's really scary. I'm trying to get through it, and I'm going to talk to my mom about it when I get home. She's been pretty helpful lately.
I'm really tired right now so apologies if this seems rubbish. I had a near-death experience a couple of years ago, and I can really relate to what you're saying about that. Basically, I'm just adding my support. I also hope you'll be ok until you can see your doctor - you're going the right way about it. *hugs*