Well hey, I'm new to this thread. I've talked about my depression a few times, but not too much. I currently see a therapist every week in addition to the drugs I have to take.
While I have felt better since getting out of High School...I'm still not cheery at all. This is most likely due to still living with my verbally abusive mom. I threatened to kill myself the other day after she told me she hated me.
That's about it, I think.
edited 22nd Jun '11 10:15:47 PM by snailbait
"Without a fairy, you're not even a real man!" ~ Mido from Ocarina of TimeHi, I have been diagnosed and taking medication for Major Depressive Disorder for nearly 3 years now. And was also recently diagnosed with Avoidant Personality Disorder.
While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds.I'm officially diagnosed with depression. Most of the time, I just ascribe it to being too pessimistic for my own good.
"Stealing is a crime and drugs is a crime too BUT if you steal drugs the two crimes cancel out and it’s like basically doing a good."I'm Bipolar, though I don't know if that counts. My periods of depression are less "sadness" and more "not giving enough of a fuck to do anything".
My name is Cu Chulainn. Beside the raging sea I am left to moan. Sorrow I am, for I brought down my only son.I'm not diagnosed with depression or any other mental problem... though that's because I refuse to see a therapist of any kind. I'm a depressed, apathetic and misanthropic person. Not sure if I belong here.
Misanthrope SupremeHi, I've been depressed for about 2 years. It became more pronounced last year.
Official Diagnosis: Long Term Depression, Avoidant Personality Disorder, possible schizophrenia, OCD.
Unofficial Diagnosis: Schizophrenia, Manic-Depressive Disorder.
Refused help until recently (against my will). Also don't give a fuck about anything.
Sanity? Why would I need a useless thing like that? Now posting as Motor-Runner.K then. Nice to meet you.
Misanthrope SupremeI guess you could say I'm depressed, although it's dialed back a bit over the course of the last year. Right now, it's more of a feeling of wanting something more, you know? I feel unfulfilled in life.
Me depressed. Me like thread. Me speak like caveman for no reason. *grunt*
On a serious note, I'm Bipolar and have Asperger's... It's Like the Mall cop of autism.
And if anyone reading this thinks they may be depressed, I highly encourage the seeking of the professional helpfulness. Because it really can help.
I'd like to say that symptoms of depression aren't specifically sadness, and can include apathy or rage.
There are two states of depression, yeah—agitation (which is more like stress/irritability/anxiety) and lethargy (sadness and/or apathy, what most people think when they say "depression.")
I can't believe I had to look up my own TV Tropes page to remember that.
...Oh, hai guyz. Another on/off depressed troper here.
edited 10th Sep '11 9:42:31 AM by Sharysa
I'm sad/worried right now.
something^ same here.
Misanthrope SupremeMajor depression disorder patient here. I've been receiving treatment for something like five years now, but in hindsight, the symptoms have been present all my life. Hospitalized twice, one suicide attempt. Been on more medications than I can remember, but I've been on 120 mg of Cymbalta for a while now and it keeps me relatively stable.
Hey. Present for the uniting, I guess.
Been depressed since I was a child.
I can't remember the last time I actually believed in myself, to be honest.
Switch FC code: SW-4420-1809-1805Hello. I have not officially been diagnosed with depression, but intermittently suffer from it nonetheless.
The background was this: I was born to a family filled to the brim with mental illness, addiction, and turbulence. Occasionally genius as well. And I'm no exception: Obsessive-compulsive (but not germophobic) antisocial, hyperactive, anxious, and having a 140+ IQ.
My parents, though terrific in their rearing of me, are absolutely toxic to each other. I can't remember a significant event in my childhood that didn't involve at least one fight. My siblings weren't any better. In short, I lived in a house of poison and fire.
I became afraid of people. Seriously afraid. Being asked to speak directly to a waiter or neighbor was like the death sentence. I was afraid of their hatred and stupidity and judgement, traits I assigned to everyone I wasn't confortable with, which was most of everyone.
This got worse as I became older. My mind worked in different ways then other children, and that dichotomy sent my previous anxiety and fear into spiralling phobia. Meanwhile, my family tried to push me to socialize: cut my hair, put me in nice clothes, tell me what not to say to people, force me into social situations. All they succeeded in doing in the end was surpressing my individuality, which I both hated for the friction it caused and fully embraced in order to seek refuge in audacity. My antisociality and obscenely "different" behavior led people to believe I was socially inept, including myself.
So here I am, 15 years old, afraid of people but dying of loneliness, suffocating from my family's expectation but starving for belief in myself, and trying to be myself while trying to understand what that is. My mother has been studying cosmotology, and said that she wanted to fix my hair. It has a beveled cut, she says, that's for girls. I won't take any length off, I promise. I know you like to grow it out.
She chopped off about three inches. I cried uncontrollably.
edited 9th Oct '11 5:49:48 PM by Aniventerie
Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.I've been on antidepressants, but I'm not currently on them. I'm not sure whether or not I should be—when several things go wrong in quick succession (which happens at least once a month), I quickly descend into despair, but it never lasts longer than a day.
That's Feo . . . He's a disgusting, mysoginistic, paedophilic asshat who moonlights as a shitty writer—Something AwfulHooray for Wellbutrin XL. It's nice to want to kill myself only some of the time as opposed to all of the time—even that emotional vacuum that happens sometimes is an improvement. I started seeing a psychiatrist a month back, and he was astute enough to prescribe some antidepressants on the first meeting, and he wants to help me change my thought patterns without resorting to "because Jesus" or guilt, so I think I like this guy.
Now if only I could find a way to turn down the anxiety and obsessiveness a few notches...
Sounds like you found a good therapist. How expensive is it?
Misanthrope SupremeI'm most likely coming into or already in a low phase. I'm listening to sad songs over and over, one-off mistakes that I normally shake off are starting to reassure that nagging voice in the back of my head, and I once more feel the urge to sleep until everything goes away.
Oh please. You're fine, comparatively. I've been contemplating suicide and mass murder every day or two for the last few weeks, I'm in physical pain from how intense my anger is, I struggle to form complete sentences, I'm making typing errors, I'm lashing out at people, I feel severely incompetent and I can't fricking stop thinking about it. I'm on the verge of a breakdown. You just need someone to come cheer you up, and you actually have the resources to get that. Go find someone.
Misanthrope Supreme
This thread in OTC inspired me to start this thread.
So I've noticed there's an abundance of depressed tropers. Why not join together in an official group?
I have little hope for this thread though... Still starting just for the heck of it.
"Had Mother Nature been a real parent, she would have been in jail for child abuse and murder." -Nick Bostrom