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I have been depressed for the past 5-6 years now.
A little backround....
At one point much earlier on, I told my mom how I was feeling and that I had thoughts about ending my life sometimes. She felt hurt and guilty, but promised that she would take me to get help or at least see a doctor. She never did- maybe she was ashamed of my problem. Over a year later, I admitted to being depressed/suicidal on a routine check-up questionaire. The doctor saw this and told me that extreme moods and emotions are just part of adolescence and nothing to worry about.
I feel like I've been watching someone else live my life through a darkened screen that I can't remove. Sometimes I think this will just have to be how my life is- no joy, constantly exhausted, dull, and painful when the numbness wears down to much. But I want so much more! I want to really live my life.
Does anyone have ideas about how and who to ask for help? Advice? Stories?
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