George Garcia9 said:Yesterday I was in such a dark place, honestly feeling suicidal 🙂 so I did a little searching... suicide.org is actually a decent site. It basically says, "go talk to someone, don't kill yourself." So, I tried talking to my mom. Her response? "Mention that one more time and I'm going to start screaming." Ugh, zero help there. To make matters worse, I felt even more 👎
I finally saw my psychiatrist after a three-month break (summer hiatus) and laid it all out: that I want to die, that my meds aren't doing anything (Lexapro, Ambien, and Sulpiride—which is just some super mild antidepressant, right?), that I have no will to live, that I scratch myself with my nails when I lose it, and how terrified I am about starting college this year because I feel no better than I did last year....
And what does she basically tell me? That I need to "get moving" and take on some responsibilities, as if I'm just LAZY and that's why I can't get anything done. She even said no medication will work until I start "working on myself." EXCUSE ME? 😕 Isn't depression a literal BRAIN disease? I AM TRYING to live normally, to be positive, and everything, but IT DOESN'T HELP!!!
So yeah. Her advice: go to college, and that my mom should probably force me to work (basically implying I'm spoiled and allowed to have zero responsibilities at 21, which is pretty much what she said), and then we'll see each other in a month if I feel like talking again.
Basically, my psychiatrist thinks I'm lazy and that things will magically fix themselves once I "snap out of it." Why don't people understand that I HAVE NO REASON TO LIVE, that my depression is way more severe than they think, and that "responsibilities," walks in the sun, healthy eating, and other fortune cookie psychology tips aren't going to help me????😠
Do I seriously have to slit my wrists or swallow a mountain of pills just so people finally realize that I am SUFFERING and need actual, BETTER help??? I feel like an idiot because nobody takes me seriously. Not even my psychiatrist, who is supposedly educated enough to recognize when someone is in deep trouble 😢
Betty Ortiz4 thanks for the advice. I'll try not to think and just live like a robot, since that's apparently my only option. Aside from suicide, obviously...
You aren't lazy; you clearly want help, but you haven't seen your psychiatrist in three months? That seems a bit odd, maybe think about that.
Based on what you wrote, though, you really need to switch psychiatrists anyway. You need to go regularly—like, psychotherapy at least once a week. You won't solve this by taking stronger meds; you solve it by facing the problem. Even the best therapy won't work if you don't have the desire to pull yourself together. Sorry.
Actually, all that stuff helps—sunlight and healthy food included. I say that as someone who lives off pastries, but luckily I actually forced myself to get moving today... and of course, I run to my therapy sessions. Because it helps immensely. But if you feel like you have to SUFFER just to prove to everyone else how TERRIBLE things are, you're just going to keep suffering. Once you decide to change, once you realize you don't want to live like this, things will start to move. I'm sorry, but no matter how special we all think we are, the basics are the same for everyone.
It seems to me like you just want to prove to everyone around you (especially your parents) how miserable you feel right now. You're punishing yourself just to make them feel bad. Change happens when you actually want to feel better. Amen.
And I know what I'm talking about. I was in your exact position once and gained 30 pounds in a year. Back then, I wasn't smart enough to realize I should go to therapy. I finally started years later, after I had already sorted out most of my life, determined to fix things so I could feel okay in my own skin. That's why therapy worked so well for me, and I didn't even need the pills.
The choice is yours. 🙂