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.
There was a time... Maybe when I was ten, that I felt something other than total apathy.
I remember lying down on a bed reading "Waiting for Godot", with my cat purring next to me. There, at that time I was serene. However, Godot never came and my cat became old and eventually dead.
I wish I'd die...
For some reason this abundancy of will to do so does not compare to my cowardice. Everyday I have a desire to put a bullet through my head, "fall down the stairs", crack my head on this really sharp edge of my dinner table. Maybe smoking pot made me lazy and now I don't want to do it... But I'm making apologies as I go.
My sister came by the other day with her daughter... That girl looked at me with a blank stare as if I wasn't there and it made me cold. I might have to get drunk tonight... Throw these leering thoughts in with a broken bottle of Jack... Maybe smoke pot again because why not. Go to sleep... Wake up the next morning... Repeat.
Dream, wake up, delete, repeat.
I remember lying down on a bed reading "Waiting for Godot", with my cat purring next to me. There, at that time I was serene. However, Godot never came and my cat became old and eventually dead.
I wish I'd die...
For some reason this abundancy of will to do so does not compare to my cowardice. Everyday I have a desire to put a bullet through my head, "fall down the stairs", crack my head on this really sharp edge of my dinner table. Maybe smoking pot made me lazy and now I don't want to do it... But I'm making apologies as I go.
My sister came by the other day with her daughter... That girl looked at me with a blank stare as if I wasn't there and it made me cold. I might have to get drunk tonight... Throw these leering thoughts in with a broken bottle of Jack... Maybe smoke pot again because why not. Go to sleep... Wake up the next morning... Repeat.
Dream, wake up, delete, repeat.
I think that we hold on to things...and it is irrational for me because that is life...and I just don't ever get it...why me? And I have a drinking problem...and when I drink...everything is 10x more depressing..so drinking I don't think is the answer either.
Intense therapy and for me learning how to live life on life terms.
I'm sorry your sad...it sux...and I'm quite sick of being depressed as well.