No roommatesDo you have a roommate? And how big is the school, in terms of number of students.
I may not understand how depression affect oneself, but i woyld advice against any sort of medication as solution.
Go clear your head in nature.
Meditate, accept and move on.
A pill will never solve your problems.
... And that is why you're not a doctor or a therapist. Pills do help people. Perhaps not everyone, but for some it can mean the difference between life and death. Telling people to go against their doctor's advice is dangerous and irresponsible. The sentiment of "Just go meditate in the woods for an afternoon" or "Do yoga on the beach at sunrise" will not solve anyone's problems. It also comes across as being insensitive towards people suffering from depression.
I may not understand how depression affect oneself,
Prior to seeing the doctor, you should consider the natural ways of treating yourself if you havent already done so.
I had severe depression in 2003, not gonna get into it now as its late and I'm in bed. But how I got out of it was by asking myself why I felt the way I did, what was my problem, it was nothing physical I could grab. I kept telling myself no matter how bad things got, how bad I felt, it couldn't last. I would feel better at some point. Long story short, I decided to accept everything in my past as my story, the first chapter in my book, which was written, moulded by everything around me from the day I was born. But now I would start a new chapter and I would write it myself.I have tried taking some anti depressant's and mood stabilizers in the past before and they just made me feel worse so I just stay away from them.
Anyways I actually haven't been feeling depressed in a while even though I'm still in the same situation with no job. I noticed how everyone I know is kinda having trouble finding a job besides a few who went into the military so I don't really worry about it as much.
Agree, my depression was compounded by the fact that I felt I could not talk to anyone, I managed in my despair to pluck up the courage to open up to my mom, she interrupted me whilst I was started talking. Needless to that would be the last time I ever had that idea again. When I was offered counselling I knew I had to take, it felt like a break through. I didn't even go to the doctors that day for my depression, but the doctor seamed to know I was not in a good place, I could tell she was wasn't giving me guidance just because it was her job. She seamed genuinely concerned and looking out for me.Clearly.
Please anyone dont follow this, talk to whoever you need to, hidden disabilities or illness do not need for you to feel alone. Talk to loved ones, talk to doctors, talk to friends.
Thank you, i kinda need this right now, i'm barely holding it together these past months since i crashed and burned last year. Things have been up and down, i avoided all depression related stuff to see how long i can keep walking and finally i crashed again this week. Sucks so bad.It is really sad when you feel like you can't be trusted or loved among others no matter how hard you try. It is as if all you have is yourself; and sometimes, you can't even love yourself trying to put up with other people in your life. I think it is worse if those around you who you can't trust are your own family. I heard of the expression of "friends are family you choose." But even then, it feels like a losing cause when even those people can't be trusted all that much. So who do you turn to in these times? Who do you love and care about? Again- some people have nobody. When you have nobody to lean on or care for you, life just gets that much more depressing.
All I can say to those of you in this situation is to try to tough things out as best as you can. It won't help make life better, but it is sometimes all you can do to slowly get to a point where life can be enjoyable again for you. I sometimes keep saying that you folks on GTPlanet are like family to me. I don't say that just to be nice; I say that because I know what it feels like to have caring and respectful people. Also, it proves that there are good people in the world with good hearts. Maybe individuals do not always do and say the right things all the time, but at least there are those worth being thankful to know and love and respect. Even before I joined GTPlanet in 2003, the last such message board devoted mostly to racing/driving games was where I felt disrespected and felt like a chew toy to others. I hate feeling like I don't belong or that I don't mean anything to anyone. So I sympathize with those of you who are in this sort of situation with the people around you. I also hope for happier times for you in these situations.
You all take care and be well.
Just to let you know that I read it all. Keep fighting, bro.Alright, it’s time I opened my mouth about this, enough is enough, I just want someone to know, someone to believe, someone to hear, and someone to remember, this is what has been happening to me right now.
I am sick, I am sick of something right now and I don’t know what it is, It started three months ago truest, all I have been is a terrible survivor, a hermit stuck in his room all day. Doing nothing but play video games, eat and sleep late, doing whatever, and now it’s taken it’s toll on me, I woke up one day sick with something, the feeling of being unable to breathe and inability to eat properly, I didn’t know why, and I was going to the bathroom a lot, I went to the ER, it was the first week of July, a Monday, I got checked out, It was little dehydration and that was that, but I noticed that I was nervous, I was starting to get really nervous, I was also going to Mexico on the last week of July and that was when it peaked the second time, the days before the trip, my eating habits were affected, I had trouble eating once again, but I didn’t have to go to the bathroom to do number 2, I felt sick and felt like I was dying pretty much, all the energy was faded, I am a pretty skinny guy mostly cause I get sick often due to me not taking care of myself properly, but I held my own even in the worst of times, especially when I was trapped in that mental ward a year before, but I knew I had limits in this frail body, and the limits was broken, In Mexico I felt worse, I couldn’t eat at all in the first day, and I was eating late due to moving from place to place and from hotel to hotel since we had to switch over for reasons I can’t remember, I was hungry but the nausea I got from not eating made it unbearable for me to put anything in my mouth, I felt like garbage, it wasn’t until the 2nd week when I went to my mother’s town that I felt worse, and note that I am on Lexapro 30 MG’s and have been taking it everyday at that time and I have metal bars in my body due to a ribcage deformation, and yeah I got sick with a stomach infection and got meds for it over there, of course irresponsiblity took over and I only took the medications for the stomach infection for 5 days only because I was leaving back home the next week, just remembering how stupid I was and should’ve just told my parents I was unhealthy and It was a bad idea for me to go but of course, me being old and not wanting to go outside unjustified my feelings, I ate poorly everyday pretty much in general and was doing a lot of no.2 daily either way, I was pretty much killing myself, the day I got home, I didn’t eat jack the whole day, and drank very little, It was my fault but at the same time, I couldn’t do enough to stop it, either way I went to the E.R again, got checked out and I was just dehydrated again, I was noticing something, my medical history with my mental problems, was always present when I got checked out and since my history with that hospital isn’t very good, I wasn’t getting proper care, so I was on my own, I started eating again like normal but I knew deep down, It wasn’t enough and I was near death once again and one cared,
Three weeks ago, I woke up sick once again, I couldn’t eat and drinking liquids was giving me problems, even bloody water, and I went to the E.R again, again my mental history didn’t make the doctors care about my pain but they did check my blood and urine and it showed up fine, somehow, and I went cold turkey on my Lexapro that day by accident mostly out of fear for my stomach, I was given Zantac for the stomach acidity that I expressed to them and that was that, I was stuck in that damn E.R from 12:00 am to 4:00am and I felt like absolute death, I was dying I knew I was, but again no one seemed to care, I went to another doctor on Tuesday the next week and had blood and urine done, again same thing happened, nothing showed up but I gotta get a CT scan for whatever reason, and I still felt like garbage, I was eating but not enough and my options were limited due to my stomach, I went to a natural doctor, a Lyme disease survivor, and I got checked out and found my nerves are in a frenzy, and got a natural remedy for it, I started taking it and vitamins but the feeling of a hole between my chest and stomach was getting to me, I felt like I wasn’t getting air and I was getting skinny by the day, and cut to right now, I got a sore throat out of nowhere around three days ago, and I went cold turkey on my meds again, I am tired and I am done, but I don’t want to die, I am afraid, very afraid right now, I have no where to go or do, I can’t do anything, every morning I feel like my brain doesn’t have oxygen going to it, and I wake up with saliva coming out my mouth like a worm, cold sweats, sweaty palms, soreness all over, desperation, anger, agony, hatred, rage, hunger, trouble breathing, stomach pain, nausea, fast heart rate, increased urination, increased no.2, and a bunch of other symptoms I just don’t know,
Of course research on the internet hasn’t made me feel better, and I don’t know what I am dealing with, All I know is I am dying and it’s too late to stop it, It doesn’t matter anyways but I don’t want to die, I don’t want to, I don’t want to suffer anymore, I just someone to listen, a friend, a real friend, but I don’t know, typing all of these has worn me out, I don’t know, the unknown is what scares me the most, and death is the easy way out but I don’t want that, all of this is my fault, but I acknowledge that it is, it just feels too late to change anything, it doesn’t matter how much water I drink or how much healthy food I try to eat, it just feels too late.
Trust me I am, I am just on high fear levels right now, mostly cause my body is frail with hell knows what disease has stricken me this time and since there’s the abnormalities in my symptoms, I am not sure if it’s something physically in the body eating away at me or my mind’s just dead at this point and giving me problems in general, the unknown, so many diseases, so many things that exist in the human body, right now I don’t know, I am just wanting to survive right now, I went cold turkey twice in a row, this is the second time, and it’s been 4 days without it, I nearly get mental breakdowns and almost start crying, I am not sure if it’s my body telling me that it’s in pain because of my physical symptoms or it’s playing tricks on me mentally, it’s basically making me overthink, and I hate it.Just to let you know that I read it all. Keep fighting, bro.
Honestly, i don't know what to say. I'm not good at giving advices or motivational words or something like that.Alright, it’s time I opened my mouth about this, enough is enough, I just want someone to know, someone to believe, someone to hear, and someone to remember, this is what has been happening to me right now.
I am sick, I am sick of something right now and I don’t know what it is, It started three months ago truest, all I have been is a terrible survivor, a hermit stuck in his room all day. Doing nothing but play video games, eat and sleep late, doing whatever, and now it’s taken it’s toll on me, I woke up one day sick with something, the feeling of being unable to breathe and inability to eat properly, I didn’t know why, and I was going to the bathroom a lot, I went to the ER, it was the first week of July, a Monday, I got checked out, It was little dehydration and that was that, but I noticed that I was nervous, I was starting to get really nervous, I was also going to Mexico on the last week of July and that was when it peaked the second time, the days before the trip, my eating habits were affected, I had trouble eating once again, but I didn’t have to go to the bathroom to do number 2, I felt sick and felt like I was dying pretty much, all the energy was faded, I am a pretty skinny guy mostly cause I get sick often due to me not taking care of myself properly, but I held my own even in the worst of times, especially when I was trapped in that mental ward a year before, but I knew I had limits in this frail body, and the limits was broken, In Mexico I felt worse, I couldn’t eat at all in the first day, and I was eating late due to moving from place to place and from hotel to hotel since we had to switch over for reasons I can’t remember, I was hungry but the nausea I got from not eating made it unbearable for me to put anything in my mouth, I felt like garbage, it wasn’t until the 2nd week when I went to my mother’s town that I felt worse, and note that I am on Lexapro 30 MG’s and have been taking it everyday at that time and I have metal bars in my body due to a ribcage deformation, and yeah I got sick with a stomach infection and got meds for it over there, of course irresponsiblity took over and I only took the medications for the stomach infection for 5 days only because I was leaving back home the next week, just remembering how stupid I was and should’ve just told my parents I was unhealthy and It was a bad idea for me to go but of course, me being old and not wanting to go outside unjustified my feelings, I ate poorly everyday pretty much in general and was doing a lot of no.2 daily either way, I was pretty much killing myself, the day I got home, I didn’t eat jack the whole day, and drank very little, It was my fault but at the same time, I couldn’t do enough to stop it, either way I went to the E.R again, got checked out and I was just dehydrated again, I was noticing something, my medical history with my mental problems, was always present when I got checked out and since my history with that hospital isn’t very good, I wasn’t getting proper care, so I was on my own, I started eating again like normal but I knew deep down, It wasn’t enough and I was near death once again and one cared,
Three weeks ago, I woke up sick once again, I couldn’t eat and drinking liquids was giving me problems, even bloody water, and I went to the E.R again, again my mental history didn’t make the doctors care about my pain but they did check my blood and urine and it showed up fine, somehow, and I went cold turkey on my Lexapro that day by accident mostly out of fear for my stomach, I was given Zantac for the stomach acidity that I expressed to them and that was that, I was stuck in that damn E.R from 12:00 am to 4:00am and I felt like absolute death, I was dying I knew I was, but again no one seemed to care, I went to another doctor on Tuesday the next week and had blood and urine done, again same thing happened, nothing showed up but I gotta get a CT scan for whatever reason, and I still felt like garbage, I was eating but not enough and my options were limited due to my stomach, I went to a natural doctor, a Lyme disease survivor, and I got checked out and found my nerves are in a frenzy, and got a natural remedy for it, I started taking it and vitamins but the feeling of a hole between my chest and stomach was getting to me, I felt like I wasn’t getting air and I was getting skinny by the day, and cut to right now, I got a sore throat out of nowhere around three days ago, and I went cold turkey on my meds again, I am tired and I am done, but I don’t want to die, I am afraid, very afraid right now, I have no where to go or do, I can’t do anything, every morning I feel like my brain doesn’t have oxygen going to it, and I wake up with saliva coming out my mouth like a worm, cold sweats, sweaty palms, soreness all over, desperation, anger, agony, hatred, rage, hunger, trouble breathing, stomach pain, nausea, fast heart rate, increased urination, increased no.2, and a bunch of other symptoms I just don’t know,
Of course research on the internet hasn’t made me feel better, and I don’t know what I am dealing with, All I know is I am dying and it’s too late to stop it, It doesn’t matter anyways but I don’t want to die, I don’t want to, I don’t want to suffer anymore, I just someone to listen, a friend, a real friend, but I don’t know, typing all of these has worn me out, I don’t know, the unknown is what scares me the most, and death is the easy way out but I don’t want that, all of this is my fault, but I acknowledge that it is, it just feels too late to change anything, it doesn’t matter how much water I drink or how much healthy food I try to eat, it just feels too late.
Counterpoint:
I may not understand how depression affect oneself, but i woyld advice against any sort of medication as solution.
Go clear your head in nature.
Meditate, accept and move on.
A pill will never solve your problems.
Go breath fresh air.
Resort to art...
Help yourself by helping others first...
And if you are anti social, thats ok too, go hug a tree.
There is solace in enjoying the beauty that nature has to offer.
You will be refreshed.
Stay positive... Love yourself, love others, love nature.
Love.
Good luck to all being affected by this, you can get through it.
We are here for you.
Love.
To all here affected by mental illness (whether you know it or not), pardon my ignorance, but my earlier suggestions came out of good intentions.
I never said i am better than a doctor, or that i know more than a doctor or that people should not listen to their doctor.
What i was trying to say is that:
Prior to seeing the doctor, you should consider the natural ways of treating yourself if you havent already done so.
I just dont think pills only solve your intended problem, they would add more to it in the long run.
I am just saying. Of course everyone here is more than free to ignore my non-senses.
Peace to all.
Its expensive. It has side effects, some have very bad ones. Its always better to be able to help yourself than to be dependent on meds, or people.Agreed. For me, talking did nothing but medication practically fixed everything, and that isn't an exaggeration. I can understand the mentality behind self-help and stuff, but I don't get why people are so against medication of any kind.
Did you suddenly stop taking these meds? Or did you did you reduce/lower the dosage gradually over a period of time?It’s been 1 1/2 weeks since I last took my Lexapro pills and I feel like complete death, I can’t eat even though I am hungry and want to, I am sensitive to everything with all my senses crippled, I feel nauseous 24/7, I gagged earlier today for no reason and now I feel like I am being squeezed together by something, I get tremors every so often, I can seeing my hair and hands shaking over and over, My stomach is still bothering me even though it’s been a month since this whole mess started, I just feel terrible, the problem is, I have no where to go to get help.