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I'm a 22 year old male, born in Detroit. My dad left when I was about 10, he suffers from severe depression and never wanted to admit it or reach out for help. I can remember being in 8th grade and remembering my first bouts with anxiety. Not know exactly what it was, but knowing that it was unusual. Now I sit here in tears, just wondering if it will ever get better. I seem to have these manic episodes. If im out drinking or something I can have a great time. But in the morning I wake up with an anxiety attack. I cant keep a job. I cant stay honest. I cant be loyal. Im very selfish. I dont think about the long term effects of a decision. I do things I know are wrong. I do things hoping I dont get caught. I cant remember the last time I woke up, excited to be alive and have a new day. I have put on about 30 pounds in the passed 2 years since I dropped out of college. I have never, my whole life, no matter how much potential, been able to succeed in anything. Baseball, I was in all star in high school. I quit the team my junior year. Never tried in school, if I had...id be at Harvard right now. Never been confident. More of a cockiness I walk around with on my shoulder. I know things will help me out...Running, Push ups..working out period. How about going out and getting a job.I will get results, but I just dont do it. I HATE looking at myself in the mirror because I know the evilness that is behind my eyes. I sold my car last week, and instead of buying a new one and paying bills...I went and drown myself in alcohol, picked up women...tried to show off something that I know deep down I am not. I think I have suffered from Depression for about 5 to 6 years now. I have been to doctors, but usually just bulls*** my way through, to get xanax and usually they give me an anti-depressant that I dont take consistantly. I have had 3 jobs since ive lived in Nashville over 6 months. I got fired about a month ago from a killer bartending job I had just because I didnt care. I feel completely numb. I feel that I will be way better off DEAD. I think about how id do it, but then think about my friend who did it last November and what my other buddy must have been thinking when he found him, how his family felt, etc... My mom thinks that the reason I feel depressed is bbecause I dont do anything. I tell her I am capable, but even if I do...I dont see an end to any of these feelings in sight. I feel hopeless, like I will not make it in life. I have ruined all my relationships with my family...basically because I dont care...but deep down I do. I have hurt, and stolen from my family...I have ruined relationships with friends. The only ones I still have are the ones who think that I am bipolar. What am I supposed to do? I have no insurance and all I want to do is commit to a facility and get the help I need. I just dont respect myself..Basically I hate myself and who I am and have become.
Johnny
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