A pretty un-remarkable story, I imagine.
Posted: May 24th, 2013, 8:33 pm
Hello all,
I'm very glad to have found this place What I've written below is fairly lengthy and thorough, so I won't be offended if no-one reads it. I just thought I'd share some of my experiences here in case someone finds it helpful to read.
I'm a 24-year-old poet and musician from the UK and have suffered from depression since I was about thirteen years old. I didn't know this until I was diagnosed when I was 22, having finally told my parents that I had actively sought to end my life for 6 months, which had culminated in taking a taxi out to a local suspension bridge and standing on the edge of it for about an hour. What stopped me was the consideration for others that has dictated most of my decisions in life, from consideration for my friends and family right down to consideration for the person who might find my body or the people who might see me jump. I'm glad to have that part of me, but I've never wanted it to leave as much as I did in that moment.
So I stepped back from the edge and carried on existing for the sake of others for a couple of months. Then a family bereavement served as the catalyst for my complete and utter mental collapse which, as you might imagine, was somewhat difficult to mask. From there, I saw my family doctor and was prescribed anti-depressants. Two years down the line, I have come off my medication and am starting to feel human again, which is nice.
I'd say my recovery has all happened in the past six months. In early December, friendless, alone, broke, jobless and struggling to see any hope in my situation, I decided to quit smoking, get to a gym regularly and works upwards from there. The increase in energy that came from those two decisions impacted everything else in my life, right down to actually having the physical strength to get out of the house and do things. I'm still in the process of trying to get my life together (aren't we all!), and although progress is painfully slow, it is happening. After a year and a half of being unemployed, I'll be starting a new job next month. I imagine some positive things will come out of that. I'm slowly starting to be able to do things for my own benefit, which is new to me as in the past I've always done things for the girlfriend I had at the time more than anything else.
I suppose the reason I'm here is to learn from your collective experiences so that I can better understand how my mind gets to the places it ends up. I think I've got a pretty good handle on things and I've already successfully averted an impending episode without meds, but I kind of fell through the cracks of the British counseling system and never received any therapy as such and I don't really intend to.
Anyway, I'll stop rambling. I hope to be an active member here and get to know you all and try to support those who need it. I might need a little help from you guys from time to time, too
I'm very glad to have found this place What I've written below is fairly lengthy and thorough, so I won't be offended if no-one reads it. I just thought I'd share some of my experiences here in case someone finds it helpful to read.
I'm a 24-year-old poet and musician from the UK and have suffered from depression since I was about thirteen years old. I didn't know this until I was diagnosed when I was 22, having finally told my parents that I had actively sought to end my life for 6 months, which had culminated in taking a taxi out to a local suspension bridge and standing on the edge of it for about an hour. What stopped me was the consideration for others that has dictated most of my decisions in life, from consideration for my friends and family right down to consideration for the person who might find my body or the people who might see me jump. I'm glad to have that part of me, but I've never wanted it to leave as much as I did in that moment.
So I stepped back from the edge and carried on existing for the sake of others for a couple of months. Then a family bereavement served as the catalyst for my complete and utter mental collapse which, as you might imagine, was somewhat difficult to mask. From there, I saw my family doctor and was prescribed anti-depressants. Two years down the line, I have come off my medication and am starting to feel human again, which is nice.
I'd say my recovery has all happened in the past six months. In early December, friendless, alone, broke, jobless and struggling to see any hope in my situation, I decided to quit smoking, get to a gym regularly and works upwards from there. The increase in energy that came from those two decisions impacted everything else in my life, right down to actually having the physical strength to get out of the house and do things. I'm still in the process of trying to get my life together (aren't we all!), and although progress is painfully slow, it is happening. After a year and a half of being unemployed, I'll be starting a new job next month. I imagine some positive things will come out of that. I'm slowly starting to be able to do things for my own benefit, which is new to me as in the past I've always done things for the girlfriend I had at the time more than anything else.
I suppose the reason I'm here is to learn from your collective experiences so that I can better understand how my mind gets to the places it ends up. I think I've got a pretty good handle on things and I've already successfully averted an impending episode without meds, but I kind of fell through the cracks of the British counseling system and never received any therapy as such and I don't really intend to.
Anyway, I'll stop rambling. I hope to be an active member here and get to know you all and try to support those who need it. I might need a little help from you guys from time to time, too