| The Downward Spiral: This is my story
I'm new to this message board, so I figured I'd post a thread explaining why I'm here. Although I was just recently diagnosed with severe depression, I feel as though I have been suffering from depression for the majority of my life. I never met my father and spent a good chunk of my life bouncing around from house to house with my mother and whomever she was dating at the time. I had a very rough and lonely childhood to say the least. When I wasn't in school, I was alone, most of the time hiding in a closet crying while I listened to my mom get the crap beat out of her. If I lucked out, he would leave me alone. After countless trips to the hospital, my mom finally escaped the abusive relationships, but only after having her neck broken and my eye blackened..and I was only seven. She got married about a year later to a man she barely knew, who despised me, and who she is still married to today. He wasn't physically abusive, but was emotionally abusive, especially towards me. By the time I was 10 ,I can honestly say I hated myself. I could barely look at myself in the mirror. I felt alone, ugly, isolated, and unloved. My little brother was born in 1997, but died shortly after birth, which only caused a bigger rift in this so called family. My grandfather came to live with us shortly after and it was such a relief to have him here. He was my best friend and the only person I felt I could confide in. He died on my fourteenth birthday. After his death, I became severly depressed. My depression combined with my lack of self esteem set the stage for many painful memories during my high school years. When I was 15, I began cutting myself. I wasn't sleeping or eating and my hair was falling out from the stress and anxiety. When I was sixteen I went to the doctor and he diagnosed me with depression, but my mother doesn't believe in psychiatric medicine and refused to pay for treatment. (To this day she's still living in denial) Not too long afterwards, I began using drugs. When I met my now ex boyfriend, I thought that I had finally found the light at the end of the tunnel. I quit using drugs and cutting myself and for the first time in my life I was happy. We broke up about eight months ago, but not after he cheated on me. I tried to pretend that I was okay by hiding behind a mask of self destruction. I quickly began the downward spiral towards a life of alcohol, drugs, and promiscuous sex. I began dating an abusive, alcoholic who only catered to my soul crushing lifestyle. I felt like I was a zombie: I couldn't function without drugs. Since then I have seen the error of my ways and have attempted to straighten myself out. However, I'm still forced to live a life filled with anger, sadness, and regret. I struggle everyday to pick up the pieces...I began taking Celexa and Trazodone for depression about 2 weeks ago. I've seen some changes but I still think it's too early too tell. I also plan on going to therapy, if I can afford it. I'm trying to start a new path but I don't really know where to begin. I'm not going to give up hope though, afterall, I am only 21. One day I hope I can find the light at the end of the tunnel...
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