konoko_5
06-04-2003, 07:56 PM
It just occurred to me that I should probably introduce myself. Here's a some background information (sorry if I run on too long).
Depression runs in my family. It's difficult for me to say when it started for me... I can remember being suicidal as a child, but most of the time I was perky and happy. Go figure. I was a ballet student from the age of six, a hobby that would later become a means of self destruction for me. I'm convinced it was the trigger for the eating disorder I developed at 13 (which I still have). By the time that happened, I was definitely depressed. A year later I lost interest in ballet and quit. That was very significant for me, because dancing ballet was my identity. I had been preened for a professional career in it. It was most literally my entire life up until that point. I quit because I started having panic attacks before class. And each second in class I felt so completely numb... it was the only way I could deal with all the criticism (real or imagined).
So, anyway. Year after that, at 15, I went to college. Even longer story there... I let myself become a loner at college. Everybody was a good 4 - 5 years older than me, so I found it hard to relate. I made plenty of acquaintances, but I never let anybody get close to me.
During all of this my depression got worse and worse. My eating disorder became an outlet for my fears, anger and sadness. It got so bad that I dropped out twice (each time only a single semester). It was just like with ballet. I felt so judged and inadequate, even though I had a 4.0 and was well liked. After a while just the eating disorder wasn't enough, and I started to injure myself.
Of my own free will, I sought out therapy. I was put on meds and screened for an eating disorder clinic. I was desperate to get better. Um yeah, that didn't work out exactly.
So here I am, 19. I'm going back into therapy. I really doubt I'll be able to go back to school unless I do. I just have one semester left until I can transfer to another college, and move out. I want this so badly... the majority of my problems are family related, and moving out would be good for me. Hell, having my own life devoid of my parents would be good for me.
This is me in a nutshell. Hello everybody.
[This message has been edited by konoko_5 (edited 06-05-2003).]
Depression runs in my family. It's difficult for me to say when it started for me... I can remember being suicidal as a child, but most of the time I was perky and happy. Go figure. I was a ballet student from the age of six, a hobby that would later become a means of self destruction for me. I'm convinced it was the trigger for the eating disorder I developed at 13 (which I still have). By the time that happened, I was definitely depressed. A year later I lost interest in ballet and quit. That was very significant for me, because dancing ballet was my identity. I had been preened for a professional career in it. It was most literally my entire life up until that point. I quit because I started having panic attacks before class. And each second in class I felt so completely numb... it was the only way I could deal with all the criticism (real or imagined).
So, anyway. Year after that, at 15, I went to college. Even longer story there... I let myself become a loner at college. Everybody was a good 4 - 5 years older than me, so I found it hard to relate. I made plenty of acquaintances, but I never let anybody get close to me.
During all of this my depression got worse and worse. My eating disorder became an outlet for my fears, anger and sadness. It got so bad that I dropped out twice (each time only a single semester). It was just like with ballet. I felt so judged and inadequate, even though I had a 4.0 and was well liked. After a while just the eating disorder wasn't enough, and I started to injure myself.
Of my own free will, I sought out therapy. I was put on meds and screened for an eating disorder clinic. I was desperate to get better. Um yeah, that didn't work out exactly.
So here I am, 19. I'm going back into therapy. I really doubt I'll be able to go back to school unless I do. I just have one semester left until I can transfer to another college, and move out. I want this so badly... the majority of my problems are family related, and moving out would be good for me. Hell, having my own life devoid of my parents would be good for me.
This is me in a nutshell. Hello everybody.
[This message has been edited by konoko_5 (edited 06-05-2003).]

