{DEPRESSION}
Hi there,
God, why do you make us suffer
I find hard it a bit hard for me to write about such a topic, because depression is a part of me. A part of me that will stay forever. A part that is alone forever. A part that will give me sadness and a part that I will worry about.
What's depression?
This is what I think:
It's when you choke so hard, and when you want to run away because you feel so unhappy, isolated, empty, tired and hungry. Depression is when you choke on your every word. When you cry without music. When you think about God. When you dream of nightmares.
Real definition: feelings of severe despondency and dejection.
Why are you depressed?
Let's start with the first one. Why am I depressed? I'm depressed because I'm stressed out. Because I'm anxious and very very sad.
I have a part of me that is determined to do all of the work and to do everything. And the other part of me just wants to sit down and look at the four walls.
So the second part of me usually wins. Every time. So since that part wins I am always stressed out about homework. Because I didn't do it the night before. So I'm in a constant state of anxiety, stress and the star of the show, depression. Not handing in the necessary homework leads to detentions and caution slips (a method my school uses to warn the kids. 3 of them = detention). So since my English teacher loves me, she thinks I learn by receiving detentions. (no one likes you Mrs).
Not just because of certain teachers or certain parts of my homework. It's the environment that gets me anxious.
So to rest my case. One of the reasons for my depressions is school.
Look, I'm going, to be honest. I hate school, I don't like it. I've never liked it.
Why would you make a thread like this?
My sister was depressed. My sister the one who matters to me the most. Had depression.
I remember the day, Thursday it was 4:36 pm. When I heard a knock on the door, it was the police. The ones who run tests on you and the ones who take care of depression. I was very clueless because I didn't know she was depressed. I didn't know that she needed help. An hour went by. She got taken to the hospital by an ambulance.
I never said goodbye to her that night.
It wasn't until the next day I opened her computer to find depression help lines and sights. She wrote a note about what she feels. We visited her often. Sitting there on a hospital bed next to a guy singing along to his music telling the nurses about his many travels.
With a drip attached to her arm, telling me that it was a struggle because she couldn't text properly. After that, I saw the most heartbreaking thing ever, a sign saying "The Mental Health Intensive Care Unit". I walked in, to see that my sister was somewhat better.
For this to happen to someone who is so close to me is truly heartbreaking. For this to happen to anyone is heartbreaking.
I want each and every one of you to know that you are not alone and that as hard as it is you will get through it. No matter what
I'm Zack and I struggle with depression and anxiety every day I have bad weeks when all I do is cry and I feel like I'm helpless and alone. My panic attacks and depression go hand and hand with each other and it sucks I'm very happy right now and I hope it stays this way because I don't think I can go through this again
Whatever you do I life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it, because nobody else will. Like when someone comes into your life. And half of you says "You're nowhere near ready", but the other half says, "Make her your forever". Michael, Hannah asked me what I would say if I knew you could hear me. I said I do know. I Love you. God, I miss you.
Hi there,
God, why do you make us suffer
I find hard it a bit hard for me to write about such a topic, because depression is a part of me. A part of me that will stay forever. A part that is alone forever. A part that will give me sadness and a part that I will worry about.
What's depression?
This is what I think:
It's when you choke so hard, and when you want to run away because you feel so unhappy, isolated, empty, tired and hungry. Depression is when you choke on your every word. When you cry without music. When you think about God. When you dream of nightmares.
Real definition: feelings of severe despondency and dejection.
Why are you depressed?
Let's start with the first one. Why am I depressed? I'm depressed because I'm stressed out. Because I'm anxious and very very sad.
I have a part of me that is determined to do all of the work and to do everything. And the other part of me just wants to sit down and look at the four walls.
So the second part of me usually wins. Every time. So since that part wins I am always stressed out about homework. Because I didn't do it the night before. So I'm in a constant state of anxiety, stress and the star of the show, depression. Not handing in the necessary homework leads to detentions and caution slips (a method my school uses to warn the kids. 3 of them = detention). So since my English teacher loves me, she thinks I learn by receiving detentions. (no one likes you Mrs).
Not just because of certain teachers or certain parts of my homework. It's the environment that gets me anxious.
So to rest my case. One of the reasons for my depressions is school.
Look, I'm going, to be honest. I hate school, I don't like it. I've never liked it.
Why would you make a thread like this?
My sister was depressed. My sister the one who matters to me the most. Had depression.
I remember the day, Thursday it was 4:36 pm. When I heard a knock on the door, it was the police. The ones who run tests on you and the ones who take care of depression. I was very clueless because I didn't know she was depressed. I didn't know that she needed help. An hour went by. She got taken to the hospital by an ambulance.
I never said goodbye to her that night.
It wasn't until the next day I opened her computer to find depression help lines and sights. She wrote a note about what she feels. We visited her often. Sitting there on a hospital bed next to a guy singing along to his music telling the nurses about his many travels.
With a drip attached to her arm, telling me that it was a struggle because she couldn't text properly. After that, I saw the most heartbreaking thing ever, a sign saying "The Mental Health Intensive Care Unit". I walked in, to see that my sister was somewhat better.
For this to happen to someone who is so close to me is truly heartbreaking. For this to happen to anyone is heartbreaking.
I want each and every one of you to know that you are not alone and that as hard as it is you will get through it. No matter what
I'm Zack and I struggle with depression and anxiety every day I have bad weeks when all I do is cry and I feel like I'm helpless and alone. My panic attacks and depression go hand and hand with each other and it sucks I'm very happy right now and I hope it stays this way because I don't think I can go through this again
Whatever you do I life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it, because nobody else will. Like when someone comes into your life. And half of you says "You're nowhere near ready", but the other half says, "Make her your forever". Michael, Hannah asked me what I would say if I knew you could hear me. I said I do know. I Love you. God, I miss you.
