I am 38 years old and have just been diagnosed with Dysthymia. For the longest time I felt there was something wrong and I couldn't figure it out. I went to church, self-medicated, engaged in very risky behaviour. I have felt very hateful as well as nothing at all and lied about it almost every day. Most of my relationships have been unhealthy and the ones that I should have kept, I trashed. I felt nothing. I had no motivation to do anything. I thought that there was something wrong with me because that is what people told me. I now have no friends. I don't want to deal with things that might go wrong and most of the time they seem to.
In the last four years I have been admitted to a psychiatric hospital twice. The first time it was for drug treatment. I had given up on being responsible because life seemed so worthless. After treatment I tried again. I lasted four years and then I just couldn't take anymore. I felt the most miserable I have ever felt in my life. I wanted to give up, but I just couldn't. It wasn't fear of death.
I had felt I only had two choices. More pain before I ended it all or more pain in living. I felt ashamed of myself and my self respect was almost non-existent. I have managed to build myself up somewhat with help, but I always seem to fall back. I don't think that recovery is a short term thing for me. I have lived with this for so long it has become so much a part of me, but I often get frustrated with myself and others. I just wish I could have found help sooner. It doesn't surprise me that it took so long to discover what I have.
I have seen social workers, other doctors, psychologists, psychiatrists and none of them did anything for me except give me medication which at times only made my life worse because of the side effects.
It wasn't until I got hooked on crack and was admitted to the hospital that I found any real help. So now after being admitted for the second time for depression I am working on recovery and I can say that there are still weeks on end where I just don't feel like doing anything. I have no motivation. I just do it because I have to. That's when things start to fall apart again. I know I feel miserable, but I am not sure if it is a medical issue or a psychological one. Perhaps both. I do find that is hard to get help.
I have to say that everything I just said makes me feel pathetic. Asking for help makes me feel pathetic. Whenever someone asks me how I am and I lie about it, it makes me feel pathetic.
What I would like to do is erase all of this and just forget about it, completely. Yet, I know that wouldn't help either.
In the last four years I have been admitted to a psychiatric hospital twice. The first time it was for drug treatment. I had given up on being responsible because life seemed so worthless. After treatment I tried again. I lasted four years and then I just couldn't take anymore. I felt the most miserable I have ever felt in my life. I wanted to give up, but I just couldn't. It wasn't fear of death.
I had felt I only had two choices. More pain before I ended it all or more pain in living. I felt ashamed of myself and my self respect was almost non-existent. I have managed to build myself up somewhat with help, but I always seem to fall back. I don't think that recovery is a short term thing for me. I have lived with this for so long it has become so much a part of me, but I often get frustrated with myself and others. I just wish I could have found help sooner. It doesn't surprise me that it took so long to discover what I have.
I have seen social workers, other doctors, psychologists, psychiatrists and none of them did anything for me except give me medication which at times only made my life worse because of the side effects.
It wasn't until I got hooked on crack and was admitted to the hospital that I found any real help. So now after being admitted for the second time for depression I am working on recovery and I can say that there are still weeks on end where I just don't feel like doing anything. I have no motivation. I just do it because I have to. That's when things start to fall apart again. I know I feel miserable, but I am not sure if it is a medical issue or a psychological one. Perhaps both. I do find that is hard to get help.
I have to say that everything I just said makes me feel pathetic. Asking for help makes me feel pathetic. Whenever someone asks me how I am and I lie about it, it makes me feel pathetic.
What I would like to do is erase all of this and just forget about it, completely. Yet, I know that wouldn't help either.
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