[ SECRET POST #3548 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3548 ⌋

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[Dark Souls 2]


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[Ouran High School Host Club]


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[Darren Criss]


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[Great British Bake Off, Sue Perkins, Mel Giedroyc]


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[The 100]


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[Death in Paradise]


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[Xena Warrior Princess]

















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rant/depression

[(Anonymous)]

I don't think I can ever explain to people how bad my depression is because I can truthfully say I don't think I would ever kill myself. Or maybe my friends are just too polite to comment?

I can't answer the door anymore unless I know exactly to expect someone, I think it's been more than two months since I ventured farther than my supermarket, there are parts of my flat that haven't been cleaned in half a year and there's loads trash lying around, time has literally lost all meaning to me so that statement about the month is a wild estimate at best. I haven't talked to my mother or my best friend who were the only ones I kept offline contact with, I was a single letter away from applying to a day clinic for my depression but literally could not bring myself to write three lines to finish it. I haven't been outside in a week. I don't read my mail. I (deliberately) missed my last appointment with my psychiatrist and haven't made a new one. I can't recall the last time the shit I kill my time with (video games and roleplaying mostly) actually brought me joy. I feel physically heavy when I try to do anything.

I am a genuine mess. I'd just like for someone to recognise what a shitshow I am at the moment but when I talk to people about it it seems like they're either not getting it or trying not to freak me out by admitting it's bad.

Re: rant/depression

[(Anonymous)]

I am not a mental health professional, but I have depression, and it sounds a hell of a lot like you have depression.

Whether or not you should be diagnosed with depression, though, it sounds like you're in a really tough place and I know how that feels and I'm sorry.

Re: rant/depression

[(Anonymous)]

That is definitely depression. You should talk to someone about that, even if it's hard to make yourself do it. Just talking might be able to help if you don't feel like going on medication for it.

Re: rant/depression

[(Anonymous)]

I'm sorry. That sucks. I'm sure your friends sympathize with you, but they just don't wanna make you feel like shit and so they may come off as indifferent. I assure you, friends notice these things. Maybe they're too scared to say anything because they'll think they'll make it worse.

Just because you don't want to kill yourself, doesn't mean depression can't be debilitating.
Please please please, get in touch with your psychiatrist and explain your situation like you explained it here.

Re: rant/depression

[diet_poison]

If your psychiatrist is halfway decent they will be happy to see you back. Please make the effort, even though it sounds very hard. I won't tell you your situation doesn't sound bad because it definitely does. :( But I would still like to offer you my encouragement, if it helps. Hang in there. You don't have to do it all at once or fix it all at once. Take a step. :)

Re: rant/depression

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, sounds like depression to me. I was in a very similar situation... not suicidal exactly, but very detached from life in general. No social life because I just couldn't reach out to friends and family, my apartment was approaching hoarder level mess and I spent all my time in brain-numbing activities so I wouldn't have to think about how depressed I was.

Find someone you trust and ask for help, anon. You don't have to hit the rock bottom of suicide attempts before you're worthy of the label "depression".