Comments on: My mom thinks my depression is two years old…. http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/ Tell us your secret Thu, 29 Jul 2010 02:16:55 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Patrick http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/comment-page-1/#comment-10351 Patrick Tue, 20 Jul 2010 01:16:10 +0000 http://postsecretarchive.com/?p=6270#comment-10351 Deborah: You have that courage too. You, also, just told someone -Me and the other followers of Postsecret. Thank you. Patrick Deborah: You have that courage too.
You, also, just told someone -Me and the other followers of Postsecret.
Thank you.
Patrick

]]> By: Deborah http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/comment-page-1/#comment-10344 Deborah Mon, 19 Jul 2010 10:19:44 +0000 http://postsecretarchive.com/?p=6270#comment-10344 I've never told anyone...Its good to know some people have the courage to let others help them. I am still lost. I’ve never told anyone…Its good to know some people have the courage to let others help them. I am still lost.

]]> By: Eireann http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/comment-page-1/#comment-10167 Eireann Thu, 08 Jul 2010 07:59:54 +0000 http://postsecretarchive.com/?p=6270#comment-10167 I'm almost 21 and have fought with it since I was like...8. It is a long, hard, road with a lot of bumps--man it sucks. haha But ya gotta try to laugh at some of the things in life. It makes it less intense. I’m almost 21 and have fought with it since I was like…8. It is a long, hard, road with a lot of bumps–man it sucks. haha But ya gotta try to laugh at some of the things in life. It makes it less intense.

]]> By: Arkalem http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/comment-page-1/#comment-10003 Arkalem Tue, 29 Jun 2010 11:22:30 +0000 http://postsecretarchive.com/?p=6270#comment-10003 You deserve it. You deserve it.

]]> By: bridget http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/comment-page-1/#comment-9903 bridget Tue, 22 Jun 2010 01:17:31 +0000 http://postsecretarchive.com/?p=6270#comment-9903 Good for you, darlin'. I hope things keep getting better for you. The only meaning there is to life is the meaning we give to it, and it seems as though you're on your way. You'll be the next one with a dream to chase. ;) And don't worry if you start to stumble. The past doesn't matter so much. Today will always be today... And there will always be tomorrow. x crystalstaircase@gmail.com Good for you, darlin’.

I hope things keep getting better for you. The only meaning there is to life is the meaning we give to it, and it seems as though you’re on your way. You’ll be the next one with a dream to chase. ;)

And don’t worry if you start to stumble. The past doesn’t matter so much.

Today will always be today… And there will always be tomorrow.

x
crystalstaircase@gmail.com

]]> By: babysteps? http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/comment-page-1/#comment-9901 babysteps? Tue, 22 Jun 2010 00:08:12 +0000 http://postsecretarchive.com/?p=6270#comment-9901 this secret fits me so well... i've been depressed and suicidal since around age 6. i wrote up wills...tried to choke myself with pillows (but never with any real intent i think..)...cried myself to sleep. it was bad, but it was passive-aggressive- i wasn't really going to kill myself, i just wanted to die in this, if it happens i don't mind type way. and then i moved, right before 8th grade, and new people, a new place, no friends, making friends, everything just made me spiral downward. ninth grade came, my dad got laid off, my family got worse, more arguing, more money problems, more stress, and i honestly lost it. and i started wondering what the point of life was, why we even bothered living and working and trying for our dreams because it doesn't matter in the end, we all just die anyway. sophomore year (this year for me) i got worse. i honestly was going to kill myself, for real this time, but i couldn't do it without saying goodbye to my sister. i wanted to know where she was going to college (she's a senior) and i wanted to see her graduate and i wanted to talk to her one more time (she was teaching english in taiwan at the time). so i stopped. i waited. and i promised myself that at the end of this year...i'd do it. it's the end of the year. my sister is graduating tomorrow. i know where she's going to college. and i'm not going to kill myself. its been a long battle, but i'm slowly climbing my way back to a state of non-depression. i was talking to my friend in the fall and his story, his own heartbreak and sadness, it made me see- there will always be someone worse off than you. i knew this before of course, but it didn't really sink in until i knew someone personally who was worse off. i asked him later, what the point of life was, and he told me that while we all will eventually die, we have time , however brief, before that. and what we can do in that time is help others, help to try and make the world a better place for others so they don't have to go through the same stuff as us. i kept spiralling downwards for awhile, but then in march i visited columbia university. it was nothing out of the ordinary, a normal college visit like the countless others id been on. and yet...this one, this trip to my sister's dream college, to a city as alive and vibrant, and amazing as NYC, hearing about the future and the possiblities and what life could be like, it made me wake up. i've been working on my depression since then. it's not easy, i still have my stumbles and falls, the times when i cry and feel miserable and alone,and i just want to disappear...but then i think about Columbia, and college, and the future, and what my friend told me, and I smile. depression is like a rock, a weight in my stomach, pulling me down, making it hard to breathe. i have my friends and my family and with their support, i can make it disappear. i've been chipping away at it since march, and already i feel like i can breathe easier. it's a long road....but i think i can make it. =] this secret fits me so well…
i’ve been depressed and suicidal since around age 6. i wrote up wills…tried to choke myself with pillows (but never with any real intent i think..)…cried myself to sleep. it was bad, but it was passive-aggressive- i wasn’t really going to kill myself, i just wanted to die in this, if it happens i don’t mind type way.
and then i moved, right before 8th grade, and new people, a new place, no friends, making friends, everything just made me spiral downward. ninth grade came, my dad got laid off, my family got worse, more arguing, more money problems, more stress, and i honestly lost it. and i started wondering what the point of life was, why we even bothered living and working and trying for our dreams because it doesn’t matter in the end, we all just die anyway. sophomore year (this year for me) i got worse. i honestly was going to kill myself, for real this time, but i couldn’t do it without saying goodbye to my sister. i wanted to know where she was going to college (she’s a senior) and i wanted to see her graduate and i wanted to talk to her one more time (she was teaching english in taiwan at the time). so i stopped. i waited. and i promised myself that at the end of this year…i’d do it.

it’s the end of the year. my sister is graduating tomorrow. i know where she’s going to college. and i’m not going to kill myself. its been a long battle, but i’m slowly climbing my way back to a state of non-depression. i was talking to my friend in the fall and his story, his own heartbreak and sadness, it made me see- there will always be someone worse off than you. i knew this before of course, but it didn’t really sink in until i knew someone personally who was worse off. i asked him later, what the point of life was, and he told me that while we all will eventually die, we have time , however brief, before that. and what we can do in that time is help others, help to try and make the world a better place for others so they don’t have to go through the same stuff as us. i kept spiralling downwards for awhile, but then in march i visited columbia university. it was nothing out of the ordinary, a normal college visit like the countless others id been on. and yet…this one, this trip to my sister’s dream college, to a city as alive and vibrant, and amazing as NYC, hearing about the future and the possiblities and what life could be like, it made me wake up.

i’ve been working on my depression since then. it’s not easy, i still have my stumbles and falls, the times when i cry and feel miserable and alone,and i just want to disappear…but then i think about Columbia, and college, and the future, and what my friend told me, and I smile.

depression is like a rock, a weight in my stomach, pulling me down, making it hard to breathe. i have my friends and my family and with their support, i can make it disappear. i’ve been chipping away at it since march, and already i feel like i can breathe easier. it’s a long road….but i think i can make it. =]

]]> By: Holly http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/comment-page-1/#comment-9749 Holly Fri, 11 Jun 2010 19:43:11 +0000 http://postsecretarchive.com/?p=6270#comment-9749 I could have sent this secret in myself - fits me perfectly. I could have sent this secret in myself – fits me perfectly.

]]> By: Nerdy http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/comment-page-1/#comment-9717 Nerdy Mon, 07 Jun 2010 23:12:46 +0000 http://postsecretarchive.com/?p=6270#comment-9717 Unrelated: A redundant sentence is redundant. Unrelated:
A redundant sentence is redundant.

]]> By: Patrick http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/comment-page-1/#comment-9625 Patrick Wed, 26 May 2010 01:16:52 +0000 http://postsecretarchive.com/?p=6270#comment-9625 To Anonymous: Yes. It is. Congratulations on your awareness. Patrick To Anonymous: Yes. It is.
Congratulations on your awareness.
Patrick

]]> By: Anonymus http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/my-mom-thinks-my-depression-is-two-years-old/comment-page-1/#comment-9623 Anonymus Tue, 25 May 2010 14:19:23 +0000 http://postsecretarchive.com/?p=6270#comment-9623 I have been depressed since I was thirteen. I am now 17, it hasn't changed much, i'm a lot happier now than I was, but every so often I choke up about everything that has happened to me. Depression is a horrible thing to have. :// I have been depressed since I was thirteen.
I am now 17, it hasn’t changed much, i’m a lot happier
now than I was, but every so often I choke up about
everything that has happened to me. Depression is
a horrible thing to have. ://

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