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Olivia Rivera77 said:Look, I totally get it. Telling people is brutal. It took me until I was 24 to finally open up to my family. And honestly? Most people who haven't dealt with this stuff don't think it's some huge, terrifying deal, which can be frustrating. You can actually go to a doctor without even telling your folks if you want to, though it’s usually better to be open. Just a heads-up: be careful who you vent to. Since they don't "get" it, they might make jokes at your expense, and while they think they're being funny, it's actually killing you inside. From my own experience, I really recommend seeing a psychiatrist. It makes life so much more livable. I used to think I’d never have a normal life because of the depression and the compulsions, but look at me now...😍Be Brave and hang in there; things will get better. And hey, if you end up needing antidepressants, don't sweat it. They aren't scary. It just takes a minute for them to kick in. It can be a bit of a struggle at first because I had to cycle through a few different types before I found the one that actually worked for me.
My parents are actually great, they just aren't exactly progressive. We don't really have an adult relationship; they still treat me like I'm five years old. The problem is, I live in a tiny rural town and I have zero clue where to find a clinic or anything like that. I'll definitely make the move once I've moved out on my own, especially since I want to head off to college. Trying to survive university with this weight on my shoulders would be nearly impossible, let alone trying to fit in. Honestly, talking to someone who’s been through the exact same thing has already made me feel lighter. It's weird, but it works. Regarding the psychiatrist—did you actually go to therapy sessions, or did they just hand you a prescription?