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⌈ Secret Post #2364 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

the other night i broke down and told my mother how depressed ive been the past few years and that i need some form of medicinal help to get me through the next year or two. she got really angry with me, saying i was disrespectful and that i just need to "go out and smell a fucking flower," verbatim. i don't think i'll ever forget that. for the rest of my life i'm going to remember that in my most vulnerable state, my mother yelled at me. and i really wish i could forget, because i'll only get better if i leave my memories of toxic people behind.

[(Anonymous)]

Shit... I'm so, so sorry, anon. That's the worst outcome to that sort of confession. I hope treatment works for you and that you can overcome your depression however you need to.

[deenaa]

I went through the exact same thing with my Dad - I told him I was depressed, and he laughed and mocked me and told me that I need 'crazy pills'. When I got upset and said I actually might, he lost his shit and I have never forgotten it.

Anon, it sucks that you don't have the support of your family, but please don't let it discourage you from getting help on your own. I wish I had gotten help sooner, tbh - a lot of things would've been different.

[(Anonymous)]

yeah, my folks had similar reactions when I came out of the Prozac closet.

I think they felt like I was accusing them of failing me in some way. I put it down to them not knowing how to process the information that their son was not a happy little boy.

Ofcourse, I reacted to the bollocking in much the same why you are, felt like the biggest betrayal that could have done. I handled it poorly. It did not help them to cope any better having to wash a couple of pints of blood out my bedding.

[(Anonymous)]

THAT WAS NOT A RECOMENDATION.

I'm saying that depression is a difficult thing to deal with when you have it, finding out that someone you love is suffering from it is a whole other thing. It's not an easy thing to get your head around if you don't have experience with it. My reaction to their reaction was the worst thing I could have done.

[light_shade]

That's absolutely terrible, anon. My mom and dad actually try so very badly to help and understand, and even on my worst days when I wonder why they even care, I'm glad to have them around. Sometimes, I'm glad depression runs in my family, because at least then I know everybody is going to take me seriously when I start spiraling down.

Your mother, or anyone else for that matter, is never going to understand exactly what it feels like to know what you are going through. It suck and it is terrible and one of the worst experiences of your entire life. But the important part is to get help. So even if your mother isn't supporting you, you gotta do it. Make the appointments to see someone yourself, do what you gotta do.

[(Anonymous)]

My mother was pretty... accepting yet helpless when I told her I was depressed and while she meant well, I really could do without the "look, there are so many people in the world who have it so much worse than you, you have no problems" speeches. She's not doing it on purpose, in my case, but still. I know that other people have it worse. That only makes me feel shittier about myself, knowing I don't really have the right to complain, wasting my life away in a stupor.
I hope you feel better soon. I haven't gotten to the point where I'm sure I need or want medication yet, so you're actually a step ahead. Just remember, people not suffering from depresseion often lack the empathy to understand what you're really going through and can't grasp that just a bit of "positive thinking" is enough to make you better just because it works for them.