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I’m so sorry. I don’t know when my depression started, but ever since it did, I feel like poop all the time and my mom doesn’t really understand why or what I’m feeling. It gets difficult, but you can do it. I’m trying too.

I had to save your image because it fit me so perfectly. For years I thought about what would happen if I just let my car drive off the side or had someone hit me. Depression is the worst. I wish things would just get easier.

When I told my mom, I said it had been for a year. She cried. It’s 5 years now. I went to a psycologist, and she told me that I should go to the psychiatrist. I told her “see you next week” and never went back.

i pray that i die in my sleep every night. when i wake up, i wish i never did. since i was 12. i’m only 15.

i can’t imagine going much longer like this.

i’m not going to say i know how you feel. i’m just really sorry anyone has to go through anything remotely close to what i’m going through.

i’m so sorry for that.

and i wish you luck. you’re not alone! you can do it.

You’re definitely not alone. And to the sadandanonymous – for the longest time the only time I was happy was when I was dreaming and every dream was a slow build up and fall from a bridge to my death. I would wake up nearly in tears simply because it was not real and that I was still alive. All I can say is to try and take care of yourself… it’s not easy, but it’s something you have to slowly work at. Find someone to confide in. Someone you trust or even a stranger on a crisis hotline because if you keep it in it will only lead to a rock bottom you never knew existed. It’s a rough road but you get to choose the path.

There is so much more help out there if you choose to seek it. I just wish I started it 12 years ago (currently 21 as well).

When I was ten I picked my lucky number. I picked four because it was the last time I could remember being happy. By 16 I could no longer remember being four – or happy. I’m turning 25 in two months. To say I’ve never been happier wouldn’t really be saying much. So instead let me say that I don’t think most of the people I know have ever been happier, either. Life is … beautiful.

I’m sixteen, and when I turned twelve I suddenly couldn’t feel anything. The closest to an emotion that I felt was anger, anger at people for not realizing that I was so down, and anger at my parents for not believing me. I felt like a robot, and the one friend that I told this to said that I acted like one too. I tried talking to my family about it and they just said “it’ll blow over.” It didn’t. I dealt with it by just acting crazy, so that people would stop bothering me about why I was so out of it. Eventually at a friend’s house, four of my best friends and I had a long discussion and we all opened up about everything that has ever gone through our minds. Sometimes, talking to someone really is what you need, and you realize that you’re not alone. I began to feel again, and I thank them for bringing me back for my darkest times. It’s been almost two years and I could never be happier.

You know..I never realized I had depression until my senior year of high school when my teacher pulled me aside and asked me what was wrong. Naturally, you want to deny anything is wrong because its so embarrassing and I felt ashamed to feel that way. I have had depression since I was probably in 9th grade and I am now 22 years old. I have learned to cope with it much better but having depression means having to slow your life down and not take too much on. I used to wonder what it would be like to throw myself over a balcony, believed that noone would miss me, and that i would be miserable forever. Then I found friends that had depression and anxiety too..we have always tried to vent to each help each other through it. Another thing that helps are forums for people with depression and trying to look deep within yourself and discover what makes you wonderful. Its a long and difficult process and its something that is a continuous journey but I hope that you find your way to make it through. Good Luck!!

My parents found out about my depression in 8th grade, I’ve been fantasizing about dieing sinse kindergarden, and I’ve felt like a weights been killing me for years and years. I’m 15 now, and in 9th grade. My first vision of dieing or finishing myself off came when I was 5 or 6. I understood death far to well at that age.

good luck.

I’ve had depression for as long as I can remember. I was diagnosed officially in my teens. It’s a mess trying all different medications and treatments to find the right one. As someone who is “Recovering” (I don’t believe in Recovery since you can always get worse again but you learn to deal with it better) I can tell you that when you find this treatment plan it makes a world of difference. Don’t give up you can do it! There is a treatment for you! When you find it believe me it will be like night and day and you’ll never go back to being suicidal again. Very sad maybe as we all have bad times but not suicidal.

Depression Sucks. But I found a really cool way of dealing with it…Writing. I write in my diary almost everyday. There used to be some days or even weeks and months that I would foregt, and it realy used to frustrate me, but I always wrote when I remembered. Now it is just habit. Writing and reading back over my writings has helped me so much and I feel so much better these days. Writing is not for everyone, but I think it just helped to have a place where I could always vent my unhappiness and frustration.

Also, I am a Christian, and I am not going to preach to anyone, but I found myself get happier as I got closer to God.

I’m in the same situation, and it breaks my heart to know that so many people suffer the way I feel I do. I’m currently 21, and I’ve been in and out of lengthy depressive episodes since i was around 12 as well. It took me up until a few months ago to finally ask for help. I’m currently in therapy and taking medication. Like someone else here said, it’s the desire to keep going that gets you through it. Sometimes I feel that desire, but I’m not giving myself a choice-I just have to keep going.
I really hope everyone here has the desire to keep going. I know it doesn’t solve any problems, but know that you’re not alone. I pray that you all find the outlet and support you all need to get through this. Never give up, your life is worth living, and you DESERVE to be happy.

I’m sorry.

I did a workshop here in my home town two weeks ago about “Mindfulness”.
It was great. I was able to get grounded and alive all at the same time. I can still feel it and the memory of that feeling makes me smile.
Tonite, I got a message from Bottom Line Secrets<BottomLineSecrets@bls.bottomlinesecrets.com with an article about Mindfulness as a way to stabilize yourself before Depression completely immobilizes you. The article mentions Zindel Segal from the Center for Addiction and Mental Health as the source for the Mindfulness information.

Patrick Hundt

It ain't easy, but anything worthwhile is worth the fight.YOU are worth it.

Just by reading this I burst out in tears. I feel the same way. No one really understands me and no one has really been there for me. At least you have your mom there, but it seems as though mine really doesnt even care i exist. Might as well jump off a bridge right?? NO… i’ll just have to keep going and become the best person I can be and shove it down everyone’s throat and show them how big i have become. No can bring you down. Life is a big fight, a daily fight.

Im seventeen.

Oh my, i thought i was the only one. i’ve been struggling with depression since i was 14, now i’m 18 and i finally told my mother… i also drive every morning and wish a truck would run me over. it’s terrible to say, but i’m glad i’m not the only one

I know exactly what you mean. I’m almost 19 now and I only really “came out” with this last year… about four years too late. Stay strong lovely <3

I’ve been here too. Since the age of 14 I’ve been dreaming of dying in my sleep. I can’t tell you why it started, I don’t know myself, but it was only when one of my high school teachers asked me what was going on. It’s nice to know I’m not the only person who felt ashamed – I really tried to hide everything I was feeling from everyone. My mum has no idea, and I can’t build up the courage to tell her. I’m 19 now, and I’m living in France and I’m really scared that I’m going to lose myself over here. What keeps me going is knowing that I’m not alone. One day, we’ll all get through this. We can do it, one step at a time x

I’m 17, and I remember thinking about jumping off really tall buildings since I was 9 – 10 years old. In some people it just comes really early, and it’s caused by a number of reasons.
I myself, had no friends at school, and at home I had two parents, one of which frequently hit me, and both of them never talked to me or paid any attention to me. I too wanted to go to sleep and never wake up again.

I just wrote a long long paragraph about what I’m going through right now but deleted all of it. Because I realize my purpose here isnt to tell you all about my story. It won’t help you. What I can do is tell you to please seek help. Thats hypocritical of me to say, because I’m too afraid to seek help myself. But please do. And know that there is ALWAYS someone out there who cares. Even if you think there is no one, I bet you there is. I know sometimes we make ourselves think that there aren’t. I have parents who care so much about me and best friends and all that, and I sometimes don’t believe any of them care. But please seek help. Think about the last time you were happy, even if it was when you were 4. Do EVERYTHING you can to get yourself back to that. Put all your efforts towards that, make that your life goal, make your life something worth LIVING. Call someone, anyone. Even if its a hotline. Just work, please, work towards becoming happy again. And remember, try and smile at strangers. It could make their day, and perhaps even save their life.

i know exactly how you feel. ever since my dad was arested in put in jail for raping my sister and me, ive been depressed. he was arrested when i was 11, now im 15. i always think of running away, and killing myself. when im in the car with my step dad .i always hope that we get in an accident, and i die, and he lives. so its his fault im dead. sounds bad right? i know, im getting hep right now. im on medicine. and im cant believeim telling the world this, but everyday seems worse. i become sad for no reason, and i want it to stop.

I dream of that too.