Really, this is just whining compared to the legitimate grievances most
people on the forums have, but it's been frustrating me for a while and
I feel like venting. And who knows? Maybe it'll even be pertinent to
others out there. I've had depression...
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Really, this is just whining compared to the legitimate grievances most
people on the forums have, but it's been frustrating me for a while and
I feel like venting. And who knows? Maybe it'll even be pertinent to
others out there. I've had depression for a good portion of my life.
Almost half, in fact, although at my tender age that only rounds out to
10 years or so, give or take a few depending on where you draw the
diagnostic lines. To give a little context, I had my first MDE and
suicide ideations at 8, and it's been an on-again, off-again tale of
whirlwind abusive romance with depression ever since. I spent the
majority of those years undiagnosed; as a child I didn't really have the
option, as a teenager I hated and feared everyone too much to drag
myself to therapy (not to mention that damnable pride), and my parents
are from a different age and place, where the entire concept is foreign.
I was finally forced to cave two years ago when the 3rd MDE hit during
my HSC. It was probably one of the best things that could've happened to
me. Thanks to a few lifestyle changes (university is several thousand
times less tedious than high school and regular exercise is pretty
fantastic as well) and a decent therapist, I've been making progress
ever since. Sluggishly, slowly, yes but progress nonetheless. I'm still
bonded to the black dog, but rather than trailing in its wake, I'm the
one who chooses where I go now. It's still there, but at least this time
round I'm the one doing the dragging. It can (and does) slow me down,
but at least I'm moving forward now. I've seen the light of the tunnel
and have for a good two or so months. I don't know if I'll ever get
there, if I can ever get there, but I'm closer to it than I've ever
been. So why "fish out of water"? I've been pushing my life forward and
recently it seems to have shifted in a big way. I've always been on top
of things academically and where professionalism is required, my
perfectionism keeps me up to par. Like so many others, the social sector
is where I falter. Yet these recent changes are forcing me to work on
precisely that. I've had depression for a long time. Anxiety too. They
are old, malevolent companions, and I know how to deal with them. I know
how to endure their influence and the pain they cause. I can move
forward despite the burden they present, slowly but surely. For the sake
of my goals, I can do anything. Will do anything. But friends? I haven't
the foggiest where to begin.