Let me just say that I'm 22 years old, and I've pretty well had
depression for the past 15 years of my life. I never fit in in primary
school, was constantly bullied and it only got worse in high school.
Around 17 years old it seemed like I'd finally...
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Let me just say that I'm 22 years old, and I've pretty well had
depression for the past 15 years of my life. I never fit in in primary
school, was constantly bullied and it only got worse in high school.
Around 17 years old it seemed like I'd finally overcome my manic anxiety
depression after years of feeling suicidal. Although it was always in
the back of my mind, it wasn't active. It came back last year. I'm not
sure when it started again or why, but it's back again and it's worse
than ever. But I had an amazing boyfriend who was there for me and held
me when I cried and did his best to make me happy. I always told him not
to feel trapped in our relationship because of my depression. I told him
that if it ever got too much I didn't want him to stay with me for fear
of how I'd handle it.It got to be too much,he told me in the gentlest
way he could that he just didn't love me as he used to. And now I don't
know how to move past him.My depression has always centred around my
hatred for myself. I hate everything about me. People tell me it's
stupid because I'm kind and beautiful, and part of me wants to believe
them, but usually when I look in a mirror I see a selfish, ugly bitch
that only destroys the lives of people around her. Including her family
and friends.And now I'm alone. Again. There's no warm cuddles, nobody to
sleep beside me at night and tell me they love me. I destroyed the best
thing I had because I could never believe I deserved him, and all I can
think of is how I should've done more. Been more. Tried harder.Now I'm
just tired of trying. I'm tired of pretending to smile everyday. I'm
tired of struggling to keep up at uni. I'm tired of the pain and the
loneliness and the emptiness. I'm tired of feeling. I'm tired of being.
And yet I can't end it because I know, somewhere in me, that there are
people who love me. I know I would only hurt my family more. But I just
don't know how to feel human again.I've started eating healthy, I'm
seeing a counsellor at my uni once a month (though I haven't seen him
since my split with my partner as it was just under 2 weeks ago) and
I've finally told my family that I've had depression since I was 7 or 8
years old.I've always had a normal, stable family life with loving
parents. But this only makes me feel even more guilty and hate myself
more. How dare I feel this way when I'm so fortunate.I just don't know
what to do anymore. I'm so tired of crying. I'm so tired of being alone.
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