being a sufferer myself all I can offer is some insight to how I've "personally" dealt with Depression.
No I will admit it is certainly not a fun place to be but it can be an addictive place to be.
the professionals describe my condition as:
"personality disorder, displaying dramatic mood swings of depression and elevated mood with sleep disturbances"
I've had talk therapy and an attempt at cognitive therapy (which by the way is total crap)
I've been prescribed several anti-depressants most of which have either not worked or made my state of mind alot worse, I've also had anti-pyschotics which also did bugger all lol.
I have been described as a "victim of cercumstance which is common of most depressives.
I dealt with it myself for a long time before seeking help and found creative outlets very useful. things such as painting and creative writting, music is very effective for me I cant explain why.
I tried to spend more time with friends and less time at home I keep busy and tried to avoid anything that allowed my mind to wander.
I found thinking about the problem makes it worse as it leads to self-blame and I ended up getting very lost in myself which resulted in painic attacks and blackouts.
I also had night terrors which lead to a fear of sleeping which in itself became a nasty cycle, I couldnt sleep because I couldnt stop thinking and then when I did sleep I had the most horrific dreams you ever imagine.
but in order to change the pattern you have to change a few things in your life what ever they may be that make you feel worse and replace they with some thing you enjoy or find theraputic or relaxing.
I'm currently still suffering insomnia and have been on Lofepramine for the best part of the year at the moment things are ok but now the dark weather draws in my mood darkens with it. I deal with that by making the most of the daylight hours where I can.
I hope this has helped
Originally posted by Lara
being a sufferer myself all I can offer is some insight to how I've "personally" dealt with Depression.No I will admit it is certainly not a fun place to be but it can be an addictive place to be.
the professionals describe my condition as:
"personality disorder, displaying dramatic mood swings of depression and elevated mood with sleep disturbances"
I've had talk therapy and an attempt at cognitive therapy (which by the way is total crap)
I've been prescribed several anti-depressants most of which have either not worked or made my state of mind alot worse, I've also had anti-pyschotics which also did bugger all lol.I have been described as a "victim of cercumstance which is common of most depressives.
I dealt with it myself for a long time before seeking help and found creative outlets very useful. things such as painting and creative writting, music is very effective for me I cant explain why.
I tried to spend more time with friends and less time at home I keep busy and tried to avoid anything that allowed my mind to wander.
I found thinking about the problem makes it worse as it leads to self-blame and I ended up getting very lost in myself which resulted in painic attacks and blackouts.
I also had night terrors which lead to a fear of sleeping which in itself became a nasty cycle, I couldnt sleep because I couldnt stop thinking and then when I did sleep I had the most horrific dreams you ever imagine.
but in order to change the pattern you have to change a few things in your life what ever they may be that make you feel worse and replace they with some thing you enjoy or find theraputic or relaxing.
I'm currently still suffering insomnia and have been on Lofepramine for the best part of the year at the moment things are ok but now the dark weather draws in my mood darkens with it. I deal with that by making the most of the daylight hours where I can.
I hope this has helped
this could of helped me a while ago but im fine now
i think the best way to get over depression is weed 😄
Originally posted by Lara
being a sufferer myself all I can offer is some insight to how I've "personally" dealt with Depression.No I will admit it is certainly not a fun place to be but it can be an addictive place to be.
the professionals describe my condition as:
"personality disorder, displaying dramatic mood swings of depression and elevated mood with sleep disturbances"
I've had talk therapy and an attempt at cognitive therapy (which by the way is total crap)
I've been prescribed several anti-depressants most of which have either not worked or made my state of mind alot worse, I've also had anti-pyschotics which also did bugger all lol.I have been described as a "victim of cercumstance which is common of most depressives.
I dealt with it myself for a long time before seeking help and found creative outlets very useful. things such as painting and creative writting, music is very effective for me I cant explain why.
I tried to spend more time with friends and less time at home I keep busy and tried to avoid anything that allowed my mind to wander.
I found thinking about the problem makes it worse as it leads to self-blame and I ended up getting very lost in myself which resulted in painic attacks and blackouts.
I also had night terrors which lead to a fear of sleeping which in itself became a nasty cycle, I couldnt sleep because I couldnt stop thinking and then when I did sleep I had the most horrific dreams you ever imagine.
but in order to change the pattern you have to change a few things in your life what ever they may be that make you feel worse and replace they with some thing you enjoy or find theraputic or relaxing.
I'm currently still suffering insomnia and have been on Lofepramine for the best part of the year at the moment things are ok but now the dark weather draws in my mood darkens with it. I deal with that by making the most of the daylight hours where I can.
I hope this has helped
thanku. but what if you were in a situation where you cudnt do/wudnt do. any of that or any of the things that spearofdestiny mentioned. what if you were in a place where your very existance/core/atma/conciousness{whatever you wanna call it} cud be invalidated as well as all you beleived in. what if you were in a place where your very existance were conflicted/ at a parallel? also, what if you didnt wanna delude yourself about the situation {to CHANGE YOUR "PERSPECTIVE" OVER IT} to make yourself feal better. what if you were unwilling to "forget" it{even partially} ti "move on", because if you did that you would forget forever who you really were...
{i know im not making a lot of sense. n no, im not hyteric when i said that 😆 . just incase sum1 starts worrying}
Well......I just wait for my depression to go. It works but it is very bad for my mental health.
You see, in the beginning of the summer, I started training my ass off to make the varsity team. I was really determined and thinking up of many ways to get my skills together.....But when my Mom told me I had to move away to NY, it really kicked me in the balls hard. I have to live with my sister and her husband for the entire year until senior year (Theirs chances I might not return.) And that is not it. (Yes guys, theirs more.🙁) As I had to move away, I have gone through very terrible humiliation just having to move away and having to get help from such arrogant people who are really my Cousins friends. My mom was being a *****, yelling at everyone and I was going through a tough time, having the thought in my head that I might not be able to attend my old school and play for a team.
So, my birthday comes and it seemed the whole universe forgot about me that day. Very pitiful if you ask me. On that day, I get a few happy birthday calls that sound very shitty, and then I was getting yelled at in the storage for messing up a few times. It was such a stressful week. All I did was carry stuff in the storage and getting yelled at. Anyways, I finally go to New York and we make it to my Sisters unfinished apartment and it really shot me when I see the place unfinished. Yes, I was homeless. So for the next three months, I had to sleep on a mattress in my brother in laws parents house. The question is, why couldnt I just live with my father? Because my mother hates him, since he is obviously creating excuses to not paying child support.
So I had to go to back to Stamford with my mother to help her with some stuff and here we go again, my mother rambling about my father, his family, You are all going to leave me, BULLSHIT! It really hurts me how my mom just never understands that I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR IT, but she says an utter shit excuse to keep talking by saying that she is only telling me this so that I know. I stayed over my fathers house that day and me and my little sister try to hide our very vague emotion from what just happened because if finds out what just happened, he is going make an ass out of himself and report it to the court that my mom is being mean. My mom returns and we spend the rest of the day with her, helping her with some crap, and then she talks to us calmly after speaking to a friend. We kiss and make up and once my mom left, me and sister go to sleep as it was 12 am.
And here comes the shitty, sad, and up part. I get an anxiety attack in the middle of the night. I suffocated, and I could not breathe. At first, everyone in the house thought I was sick, but that was not the case. I go over my dads house to stay over, and the same shit happens again. My dad insisted I go to the hospital the next day. But as me, my sisters, and my dad were in Home depot buying stuff for the apartment, I get once again another anxiety attack. I was sent to the hospital as I regained my breathing. They found my case of anxiety attacks rare since I was not a diabetic nor do I have asthma. So the doctors spoken to me in private and I TOLD THEM EVERYTHING. That I am suicidal, I don't want to live, and that all my plans were all ruined thanks to a few people who told me Don't worry about it. Finally, my Dad actually feels for me and my sisters say "OMG REALLY?" Later that day, I was told by my mother to watch out what I say to any doctor I encounter when such a thing happen. Great, so if I get anxiety attacks due to extreme depression for the rest of my life, I can't tell doctors my problems? Bullshit....Very huge bullshit
This month, my parents have to go to court and my Dad is going to use the situation as an excuse for me to live with him. That just affects everything. At the moment, I am still depressed and I just need help, but my sisters, my mother, and everyone refuse to give me any....So I will just wait until the day I am old enough to make my decisions and never see none of these again. They have all caused me too much pain, so you know what I do to face depression, just wait until the depression fades away and things will be much worse..That¡s how it is for me. At the moment I am living in the apartment, since they just finished it a couple days ago.
Oh and by the way, they promise I'd play for a team in New york.....Guess how that came out. Anyways, right now I am scared out of my ass finding out that they are thinking of sending me and my sister to new orleans and live with my mother.......Seriously, I am ****ed. financially, we are doing very bad, just because my father never pays support, and that my mother and sisters can't do anything. I don't know what to do.......
For now.....I'll just go on with my life and when summer comes, i'll start training my ass off, and hopefully i'll play for the team I want....But i have high doubts.......Why does this happen to me? I'm only 16. Just two years more and I just want to get the hell outta this area. Away from CT, NY, LA (louisiana), And just go somewhere far away from what depressed me my entire childhood.......I want to speak to someone but if I do, I get into terrible trouble.......I am going to go take a walk......right now they are arguing (My sister and mother) and it is crap I do not want to hear at all.......
My little sister is over their crying, feel very bad for her. she has so much too live for. I only have two years left.....Don't know if I want to live in the real world either. I would probably still be bugged by the ****tards.
For now, I'll just get out of the way......And once my hopes and dreams go down the shit, it won't me my fault.....No matter how I fail at trying to be what I want, it will obviously not be my fault, and no matter how I die, it won;t be my fault. My famly is my worst enemy.....unfortunantely. Now magine living a life where you don't feel any love from anyone, as life is all about money and arguments....I don't know if I can go on......But whatever, i'll be ok......
Originally posted by JacopeX
Well......I just wait for my depression to go. It works but it is very bad for my mental health.You see, in the beginning of the summer, I started training my ass off to make the varsity team. I was really determined and thinking up of many ways to get my skills together.....But when my Mom told me I had to move away to NY, it really kicked me in the balls hard. I have to live with my sister and her husband for the entire year until senior year (Theirs chances I might not return.) And that is not it. (Yes guys, theirs more.🙁) As I had to move away, I have gone through very terrible humiliation just having to move away and having to get help from such arrogant people who are really my Cousins friends. My mom was being a *****, yelling at everyone and I was going through a tough time, having the thought in my head that I might not be able to attend my old school and play for a team.
So, my birthday comes and it seemed the whole universe forgot about me that day. Very pitiful if you ask me. On that day, I get a few happy birthday calls that sound very shitty, and then I was getting yelled at in the storage for messing up a few times. It was such a stressful week. All I did was carry stuff in the storage and getting yelled at. Anyways, I finally go to New York and we make it to my Sisters unfinished apartment and it really shot me when I see the place unfinished. Yes, I was homeless. So for the next three months, I had to sleep on a mattress in my brother in laws parents house. The question is, why couldnt I just live with my father? Because my mother hates him, since he is obviously creating excuses to not paying child support.
So I had to go to back to Stamford with my mother to help her with some stuff and here we go again, my mother rambling about my father, his family, You are all going to leave me, BULLSHIT! It really hurts me how my mom just never understands that I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR IT, but she says an utter shit excuse to keep talking by saying that she is only telling me this so that I know. I stayed over my fathers house that day and me and my little sister try to hide our very vague emotion from what just happened because if finds out what just happened, he is going make an ass out of himself and report it to the court that my mom is being mean. My mom returns and we spend the rest of the day with her, helping her with some crap, and then she talks to us calmly after speaking to a friend. We kiss and make up and once my mom left, me and sister go to sleep as it was 12 am.
And here comes the shitty, sad, and up part. I get an anxiety attack in the middle of the night. I suffocated, and I could not breathe. At first, everyone in the house thought I was sick, but that was not the case. I go over my dads house to stay over, and the same shit happens again. My dad insisted I go to the hospital the next day. But as me, my sisters, and my dad were in Home depot buying stuff for the apartment, I get once again another anxiety attack. I was sent to the hospital as I regained my breathing. They found my case of anxiety attacks rare since I was not a diabetic nor do I have asthma. So the doctors spoken to me in private and I TOLD THEM EVERYTHING. That I am suicidal, I don't want to live, and that all my plans were all ruined thanks to a few people who told me Don't worry about it. Finally, my Dad actually feels for me and my sisters say "OMG REALLY?" Later that day, I was told by my mother to watch out what I say to any doctor I encounter when such a thing happen. Great, so if I get anxiety attacks due to extreme depression for the rest of my life, I can't tell doctors my problems? Bullshit....Very huge bullshit
This month, my parents have to go to court and my Dad is going to use the situation as an excuse for me to live with him. That just affects everything. At the moment, I am still depressed and I just need help, but my sisters, my mother, and everyone refuse to give me any....So I will just wait until the day I am old enough to make my decisions and never see none of these again. They have all caused me too much pain, so you know what I do to face depression, just wait until the depression fades away and things will be much worse..That¡s how it is for me. At the moment I am living in the apartment, since they just finished it a couple days ago.
Oh and by the way, they promise I'd play for a team in New york.....Guess how that came out. Anyways, right now I am scared out of my ass finding out that they are thinking of sending me and my sister to new orleans and live with my mother.......Seriously, I am ****ed. financially, we are doing very bad, just because my father never pays support, and that my mother and sisters can't do anything. I don't know what to do.......
For now.....I'll just go on with my life and when summer comes, i'll start training my ass off, and hopefully i'll play for the team I want....But i have high doubts.......Why does this happen to me? I'm only 16. Just two years more and I just want to get the hell outta this area. Away from CT, NY, LA (louisiana), And just go somewhere far away from what depressed me my entire childhood.......I want to speak to someone but if I do, I get into terrible trouble.......I am going to go take a walk......right now they are arguing (My sister and mother) and it is crap I do not want to hear at all.......
My little sister is over their crying, feel very bad for her. she has so much too live for. I only have two years left.....Don't know if I want to live in the real world either. I would probably still be bugged by the ****tards.
For now, I'll just get out of the way......And once my hopes and dreams go down the shit, it won't me my fault.....No matter how I fail at trying to be what I want, it will obviously not be my fault, and no matter how I die, it won;t be my fault. My famly is my worst enemy.....unfortunantely. Now magine living a life where you don't feel any love from anyone, as life is all about money and arguments....I don't know if I can go on......But whatever, i'll be ok......
wow, that is truly TERRIBLE! 🙁
a word of advice, try and get yourself and your sister in a serious martial arts course{as in one with an expirienced/not so young teacher, and oriental martial arts, not boxing/american styled self defence}. i dunno, but it might make you feal and understand that your powerlessness comes more from within you rather than the things around you.
{i know it seems kinda unrelated , but it think it can help}. do NOT listen to your mother {or whoever else} if she tells you not to tell anything to the doctors or teachers or coaches or counsellors. that is the WORST thing you can do. trust me, u sudnt accept crap like that. as for moving, try to not put all you hopes into sports. i know it can be hard but try and put your energies into sumthing else, {martial arts is good u see. you feal acheivement and development without having to play for organised teams. n you can do it reguardless of where u move} u cud also try working out a gym or sumthing, that always works.
understand that neither of your parents are acting in a very GROWNUP way. so you shudnt feal like they have rightful control or authority over you, or that their instructions carry the authority that it used to carry when they were actually BEING ur parents. in short, dont feal guilty about telling em to shutup or stop being childish{really, the fealing of bondage to authority is a *****, specially when the things u r following are not any more important than a 3 year old's tantrums}. you are not to blame. just be an individual and stop mentally relying on your parents, ud feal better.
hope this helps.
Bit of a drink, bit of ganja.
I've only had a proper bout of depression once and I went about dealing with it in utterly the wrong way, I basically just went on a massive binge and nearly died.
The trouble is, for me anyway when I was in that depression, things couldn't be rationalised. I would do things that in my normal state of mind I'd never do, because nothing seemed to have any real meaning anymore.
Re: how do you deal with mental pain/depression?
Originally posted by leonheartmm
simple. how do you personally deal with mentalpain or depression. how well do you deal and what are the causative factors for it{in ur case/oppinion}.
In my case...drepression? I may have my downs but not to actually getting drepress.
I just look for things that make me feel good. My hobbies and activities are my little escapes from reality.
Re: how do you deal with mental pain/depression?
Originally posted by leonheartmm
simple. how do you personally deal with mentalpain or depression. how well do you deal and what are the causative factors for it{in ur case/oppinion}.
When I had clinical depression, I fought it by coming to terms with what depressed me, and trying my best to overcome it. It is very hard to combat, most people just give in to it 🙁
Originally posted by KingTech
When ever I feel depressed I drink a lot just to get rid of my depression.But I feel that it is not working for me.I am thinking of getting rid of the stuff which cause me depression.
that only make the illusion you feel better
then you go downhill when the affects wear off