So I have had a very rough week consisting of fear, lack of sleep, no therapy, panic attacks, depression and a lot of new things happening that are just not in my comfort zone. After all of this I went to therapy to find out my therapist was again not there and I just decided that my needs weren't being met (which isn't the therapist's fault, just a bunch of life things) and that I needed to move on to a new therapist. I have met this new therapist once and I feel so hopeful, and so positive, and so much better. I feel like I will be okay.
Now there are a lot of things I've been wanting to talk about, from the normal transition from high-school to college, to suicide, to explaining depression/anxiety/OCD/any other emotional or mental problem, to telling you guys about my bad week at the beginning of the summer when I dropped off of the face of the Earth for a bit, to my past week of hardships. And I have no clue where to start because I am so passionate about all of these subjects so it's becoming a struggle for me to process my thought. Also it's a little bit difficult for me to relive bad moments because I don't like to think about them, no one does. So I think I will start with some vague problems I face and that bad week in the beginning of the summer.
I have a couple of issues that we won't dive too deep into, but I have had a different childhood which is vaguely explained somewhere on here. Maybe one day when I am older I will decide to share it, but I would prefer not to at this moment. And I have a type of depression, which I would prefer to not go into specifically. I am sorting out whether I have an anxiety disorder or if I just have a lot of fear due to life things. Now my depression happens randomly, sometimes a lot sometimes a little, and it's something that I will always have (I plan on explaining how these things won't necessarily leave, but you learn how to cope, in the near future). Because of this I will get random weeks of sadness. I also am a terrible sleeper, so that adds stress. Now that you know all of that I will go into what I went through in the beginning of the summer.
If you suffer from any type of depression you understand how much of a different sadness it is, if you don't I will explain. I personally just lose all wants to do anything, and if I do try to distract myself I will try to sleep and just want to cry. I don't really have any triggers either, I just wake up super sad and can't shake it. I am also a very rough it and tough it gal, so it takes a lot for me to admit defeat. So what you do is bury and bury and bury and it eats you up until you just can't do anything anymore. In the beginning of the summer I had graduated, but it wasn't something that triggered it. I think graduation, while it made me happy, didn't make me too excited. Probably in the end of June, I just felt sad one day. I felt it happen, I got really pissy, I got very angry, I became extremely emotional, and I didn't want to do anything. And I felt like that for a good week or two. I didn't want to wake up to an extreme extent, I didn't want to talk to anyone, I didn't want to work, I didn't want let anyone near me, I just wanted to hide in my bed and cry. And it is a sick, horrible, desperate cry. I didn't cry because I was sad, I cried because I just wanted it to stop. I cried because I wanted life to stop. And that is what depression is, a lost of hope and joy, and even in those few moments where you feel hopeful and joyful, the second it's over you plummet. You hit rock bottom. I got to a point where everything just seemed like it had no purpose, I had no purpose, my life had no purpose, the Earth had no purpose. I personally, will stop eating, and sleeping, and it becomes a battle for me to eat and I have to wait until I pass out to sleep. I don't know why it happened, but it did. And it continued for quite some time and became a really sh*tty time.
After about a week I slowly came out if my trance of sadness and I re-adjusted into my normal, remotely bubbly, very sassy, bit smart-assy, self. And if you are going through it I know it sucks. I know how sh*tty it can be, and I don't even have full on depression. And it will get better, you will most likely never be perfect, BUT you will get better with time. You will keep fighting and trying as hard as your little heart can, and I will be fighting right along with you. Your big black dog will start to get smaller and stop biting at your heals, and you will be happy. Maybe you will even be able to tell the dog when to leave and it will remotely listen. Good lucky little fighters.