Well for starters, what would be that form of depression that you have?

I know how it feels, It got so bad My grandma has been putting me through therapy and it's been helping a little. maybe if you tried therapy it might help you a bit and I think if all goes well she'd be willing to get back with you. =)

I'm sorry about your relationship problems, that really sucks.

I've had small bouts of depression here and there since childhood. I had a very unhealthy family life for many years, which in time have worked themselves out. Now I suffer from pretty mild anxiety and depression, but I'm on a very low dose of generic Prozac and it's enough that it's just a little boost. Smooths over the little bumps in my emotions that show themselves every few days. Talking to your doctor wouldn't be a bad idea.

But if you're thinking more along the lines of less that you want to change your tendencies and more you just won't to work through this patch in your life, I'd definitely see about some counseling. Depression sucks, but it's common and nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. I'm in chat almost every night, if you ever want to talk. Just take some time, sit down, and think about yourself and your issues. Figure out what's bumming you out, what you want to change, and figure out where you want to go from there.

I am sorry to hear about what has happened. Depression really... umm imma use the word.. SUCKS! Depression SUCKS!. Its very common and I wish it wasn't, but it is. I know u want her back, but you need to take care of your self before getting into a serious relationship. Make sure you are talking to your counselor's and talking with your friends. THEY CARE. I promise. Some days it may not always seem like it.. But they care. I hope this helps. I also was in a relation ship and was depressed. I would cut my hand. Everyday he was with me he would look at me hand and have the saddest look on his face. Your " partner" cares about you and wants you to get help. LOVE YA BUDDY!


Sincerely... HELLGIRL0307

Have you been referred to a psychiatrist for an official diagnosis yet? It sounds like your counselors at school have a pretty good notion, but they should refer you to a professional to confirm it and help you either via therapy or antidepressants.

Depression isn't easy, and there is a good chance she left because she couldn't watch you do this to yourself anymore. It is something that you really need to learn to adapt to, and there are decisions that you need to make. Firstly, do you want medication or not? Meds can help if it is clinical depression because it will balance out your hormones and allow you to live a more normal life. I don't know how it will help with the situational depression, it may or may not... therapy might help better with that. It is a major choice that you are going to have to make though.

What helps a lot of people is, of course, talking. It could be with school counselors, friends, family, a therapist, or your acquaintances here on Vizzed. I know that for our part, there will always be people here to listen and help the best they can, but the rest is going to have to be up to you.

gamefreak0814 : Man. Sounds like you're in a huge pile of crappy messes. Can I tell ya a story? I hope you'll have enough time to read it. If its at all possible that you could get into trouble because you might be late for something, then DO NOT READ YET. Ok. I'm a 24 yr old college guy. I was just minutes away from shooting myself in the head with this heavy little .45 pistol that I got at a trade shop. This was in April 2010. I was then put into a crazy people house (or mental institution) for 3 weeks. That was the scariest time of my life. Never again! lol. Well, since then I have been on medication for my clinical and suicidal depression. I mean, yeah the docs had to figure out which meds worked best for me, so I've changed my meds around a few times. And if you have good enough insurance, they can be cheap (like $10-20). And, I'm not assuming that you're just wanting to die, but its better to figure out how to get better, rather sooner than later. And maybe your folks (even drunk dad) just think you're broken-hearted becaus of a breakup. But, if you've been like this even b4 dating her...keep trying to convince them of that.

Since I was 12 I've wanted to die. I prayed for death all the time. I thought it was just a phase because it [kind of] went away for a couple years. Then it came back, then I pushed it away (and building it up). My issues? I didn't really think of anything else except for being that "scared, little and sad child quivering in the corner with tears rolling down his chin" who would always get bullied and beat up, locked in lockers, or called multiple vulgarities--fag, queer, freak, needle di**...they thought I was gay because I wasn't interested in the girls at my school (they were mean, and some were just whorish). I also thought out my possible future: 40 yr old virgin still living with his folks and playing games 24/7. But, that wasn't true, and I had to fight that quitter's theory. The depression kind of settled again for a while until I got into college and every time it came back, i just pushed it back. Then, 3 yrs later, while hardly passing classes, 2010 came. I decided: I would wait until taxes came back, then I would do it--I would shoot myself. Early in the semester I had some friends who told me I should see the school's psychologist/therapist. I did. I faked being ok. . . Then, I got my money, bought the gun, paced around my little apt for awhile, and then I had visitors. Had to hide the gun and talk to them (I think maybe they were some neighbors, or maybe angels. idk). Anyways, after some time of talking, one of them asked if I was alright (i couldn't fake happy anymore)...and I brought out my loaded .45 and told them I was gonna kill myself while sticking the gun to my temple. Something happened...a weird feeling...As they were talking to me trying to get me to stop, I spaced out. I thought about the things that didn't suck, the things I still need to do...something I couldn't think on my own. I regained focus, unloaded the clip, put the gun down, and told them that I need help.

So. To make a looooong story short: therapy isn't bad, medicine isn't bad. Sometimes I joke with friends and tell them that I'm crazy for doing this or that (not actual crazy things. Just me being goofy). But it doesn't mean someone's crazy for seeking help when we finally admit that we can't fix it on our own. Honestly, I think there's a lot more people out there who need to talk to a therapist/counselor/psychologist and get their negative thoughts out...Your parents just need to understand that: everyone has some problems--you just want to get yours fixed!! Anyways, I'm usually always on. Message me sometime if you want. Later!

~Jack

My now ex boyfriend was diagnosed with seasonal affective disorder and depression about halfway through our relationship. (At this point we are not together anymore because he fell out of love with me, it was unrelated to his mood problems.) For a period it felt like no matter what I did, or how hard I tried to make him feel happy, he would always be miserable. It not only made me sad to see him feeling this way, but it made me feel useless and helpless, both as a friend and a partner.

He was always anxious and sad about most things in his life, including our relationship and me. Even if he realized it made no sense to be so worried over it, it would somehow cause him stress. If I was able to calm him down, he would find something else. As time went on, it made me very frustrated that he constantly
complained about feeling depressed but never took any action to do
something about it. He would ask me ridiculously paranoid questions that made me feel like he didn't trust me.

Eventually there was a breaking point. I threatened to break up with him. I told him, "I'm not able to do this anymore. I can't offer you the help you obviously need, I'm not a psychiatrist." I felt so terrible, but I wanted him to get help. It was my last resort. For about two weeks we were not seeing each other. During that time he finally made an effort to visit a counselor, and then a doctor. After that we got back together. It was not really a breakup, but it made him realize how much his depression was affecting us, and that he needed to do something about it. He was given prescription anti-depressants. Eventually things improved enough to the point where he doesn't take them anymore. Because of that, personally I don't think the improvement is from the drugs, it's because he was able to change his depressed mindset. We are still friends and I'm pretty proud of him for making that achievement.

gamefreak0814 : Is there any way you can talk to an adult at your school
about your current situation? First explain what your parents are doing, and then tell
them you want to seek help.