I first noticed I was living with depression when......
I was told by a family member that I looked overly run down, like a shell of myself. Right around there I noticed that I could go weeks without feeling, anything really, other than broken
When I thought I should genuinely be in a psychiatric hospital. I felt couldn't live with myself any longer and needed to be taken away from people. Strapped down so I was safe from myself. Numed with drugs would make my life bearable
I knew something was wrong with me in elementary school. I'd always sit in the deepest, darkest part of the playground on this rickety old metal slide and watch everyone having a good tie. In the meantime, I was invisible.
@GingerSunshyne i remember those days myself. Being alone and watching all the others playing and having a blast. I remember feeling like an alien misfit creature, a disease, a loser. Something that just didn
@hollowman84
Exactly I was always the outsider looking in
Oh I don
My so-called "friend" said: "Nobody is interested in your problems. Everyone has them and shut up". It made me think that I should eliminate myself.
Sleeping a lot and forgetting things
somtimes it change to no sleeping and no eating
and feeling useless and negative thinking is like always on yor mind and keep blaming yorself
pretend nothing happens and cry a lot almost at anything
@Ourjourney2310 Yup. That was me.
I first noticed I was living with depression when I couldnt feel any positive emotions doing the things I loved. And because of that I have no things I love left 😕
I didn't care about anything. I would just stay in bed most of the time, wouldn't go to college. All I did was sleep, read romantic books on wattpad, basically be in front of mobile, eat(but not much. I thought i would a disease and die if i eat less and less. I'm underweight.) and lie in bed whole day. I wouldn't even shower for days.
When my last point of thought was always death. It wasn't exactly suicidal but I wanted to die and end everything but I didn't want to do it myself because my mom had committed suicide and I didn't wanted to give that pain to my family again. I wanted to die naturally.
I was at 5th grade,only when I was 11 years old.
When I started to feel strange when I feel happy
