*lands fabulously in the thread with a victorious attitude*
My dear BlueJay! Come and see this pigeon, who owns the secret to geet rid of depression : communication! Let me explain you : since I entered elementary school I've dealt with people's cruelty toward me, first because I was a small fatty with glasses, then because bullying turned me into an awkward immature creep. Physical bullying in elementary school (I almost got killed once, but can't remember it), moral bullying in middle school/highschool, betrayal, living with my homosexuality, no friend, etc etc, the usual bullshit, got me into the biggest depressed loner possible.
When I went to college for the first year, I've just hit rock bottom for more reasons (first best friend in highschool turned into my first male crush, got abandoned by him for very mean reasons). I was aimless, without friend, hated myself deeply and...well, I was desperate.
But one day, I just realized this couldn't keep going. I have a therapist right near my house : half-a-minute walk and here it was, pretty convenient indeed. So, I decided to go and see her. At the beginning it was pretty weird, didn't know much to say, mostly answering her questions about me and my past... And I decided to go back the next time. And again. And again. Slowly in my daily life I started understanding my problems, why I was so depressed despite not being bullied anymore. 2 years later (now), I'm a happy guy that lives with who he is, is way less shy that he used to be, lost over 60 pounds (depression made me eat a lot), and, even if he is still lonely, knows he can befriend people again.
A lot of people think therapists are shit, but they're just ignorant. It cost me a lot of money for over 2 years but happiness is priceless.
The lesson here? Find a therapist, or someone neutral you can talk very often about you, your past, your problems, to help yourself see where the hidden problems are.
My dear BlueJay! Come and see this pigeon, who owns the secret to geet rid of depression : communication! Let me explain you : since I entered elementary school I've dealt with people's cruelty toward me, first because I was a small fatty with glasses, then because bullying turned me into an awkward immature creep. Physical bullying in elementary school (I almost got killed once, but can't remember it), moral bullying in middle school/highschool, betrayal, living with my homosexuality, no friend, etc etc, the usual bullshit, got me into the biggest depressed loner possible.
When I went to college for the first year, I've just hit rock bottom for more reasons (first best friend in highschool turned into my first male crush, got abandoned by him for very mean reasons). I was aimless, without friend, hated myself deeply and...well, I was desperate.
But one day, I just realized this couldn't keep going. I have a therapist right near my house : half-a-minute walk and here it was, pretty convenient indeed. So, I decided to go and see her. At the beginning it was pretty weird, didn't know much to say, mostly answering her questions about me and my past... And I decided to go back the next time. And again. And again. Slowly in my daily life I started understanding my problems, why I was so depressed despite not being bullied anymore. 2 years later (now), I'm a happy guy that lives with who he is, is way less shy that he used to be, lost over 60 pounds (depression made me eat a lot), and, even if he is still lonely, knows he can befriend people again.
A lot of people think therapists are shit, but they're just ignorant. It cost me a lot of money for over 2 years but happiness is priceless.
The lesson here? Find a therapist, or someone neutral you can talk very often about you, your past, your problems, to help yourself see where the hidden problems are.
