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Originally Posted by seesaw
Okay here's my take:
You made some bad decisions as a kid, which we all do. You have depression, and many of us do, including me. But you can work through this. You can develop coping skills. If you have insurance ask for a Therapist to do CBT with you (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy). I think your plans are great. Go back to school, get your education, get a job, and have the life you want. You CAN have the life you want, you just have to dig in and work for it. And it will be tough with depression tagging along. There will be struggles and you will need to go easier on yourself and pace yourself maybe slower than colleagues, but it can be done.
I think if you go through with your plans you would be an inspiration and role model to many.
Seesaw
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im clean off all drugs and alchohol
I've gone to therapy before and i don't see a point in it. I mean I already KNOW whats wrong with me. I try to fix it myself.. My brain is just ****ed up or something idk... Like i said, My personality is dead, I'm anxious and stress myself out, I have anger issues, My problem solving skills are gone, my humor.. I would've thought medication would be enough for that.. I can't even afford this stuff WITH insurance, because people are greedy ****ers, And I REFUSE to pay for one to talk to me and tell me stuff I already know.
I've often thought maybe i'm in hell. It seems everybody is against me, And i don't give them any reason to be.. Idk maybe its hopeless. Maybe this is life telling me to leave. It seems only great looking people thrive in life. They get people interested and they don't even have to say anything.. To give you example, lets say Im at work and one of my coworkers pulls a prank, Other people would laugh at it, But If I did the SAME EXACT thing I would probably get fired.
I'm too mentally and physically tired to keep dealing with this, Its BEYOND this slow help. These stupid pills are USELESS and only giving me side effects so far. These things are ****ing DANGEROUS and i've never read one story of them actually working and do what they were supposed to do. i didnt itch as bad as I did last night when I had the chicken pox.