Folks,
Now, I know some people here don't think much of me, and that's cool. So, to those people, just ignore this thread.
I'm struggling a fair bit to deal with my depression. Some of you may know that it hit me late last year, mid October, and I got on the anti-dez to help me out.
A week and a half ago, I stopped taking the anti-dez. The week and a half since has been a bit weird. I'm constantly feeling light-headed, I feel quite pessimistic about stuff. This is not like...how do I explain it? I don't feel like I have a ball on a chain attached to one of my ankles dragging me down, but I honestly really feel lost.
I stopped the anti-dez soley because I didn't want to become reliant on them. I hate not being in control of myself. And sometimes I'll feel like I'm just painting over the rust when I take this stuff.
This depression is turning me into a ****. Honestly, I feel so numb towards people that I just could not give a shit what they think of me. And it's unhealthy, because I should in one format or another be seeking some kind of approval so I can feel established and "belonging" within friendship groups, communities etc.
My depression started because of a break up with a girl, and I believed that once I moved on, I'd be ok. But it's fucking four months later, I've moved on, and it is becoming more of a concern to me that this depression seems to be going deeper. What should I do?
This is not a cry out for attention. This is me, just like how it's me in every post I write.
It's to the point now where Dad says to me, "Henry, you seem so lost at the moment," but instead of his trademark advice that he'll offer me, he can't offer anything. He doesn't know what to do. Mum doesn't know what to do. I'm being consumed by this shit, so much so, that I've stopped going to work. I've lost my enjoyment for life, and I've lost my spark. Anything that motivated me to better myself beforehand seems more like a hassle now, and I can see it quickly getting the best of me.
I've shut off close friends simply because I see them prosper and I stand still, trying to figure out why I can't get it together. Envy, jealousy, all those words come to mind. And I fucking hate it.
My eldest brother and I have always shared such a close relationship, but now, it could easily be mistaken that we are strangers.
I hate not being Henry anymore. And even moreso, I hate my parents not seeing Henry anymore. They see a stranger, and as each day passes we become more foreign from one another.
At 22, I can almost ask myself, "Is this all life has to offer me?"
Gay with aids.
-Xionking
Now, I know some people here don't think much of me, and that's cool. So, to those people, just ignore this thread.
I'm struggling a fair bit to deal with my depression. Some of you may know that it hit me late last year, mid October, and I got on the anti-dez to help me out.
A week and a half ago, I stopped taking the anti-dez. The week and a half since has been a bit weird. I'm constantly feeling light-headed, I feel quite pessimistic about stuff. This is not like...how do I explain it? I don't feel like I have a ball on a chain attached to one of my ankles dragging me down, but I honestly really feel lost.
I stopped the anti-dez soley because I didn't want to become reliant on them. I hate not being in control of myself. And sometimes I'll feel like I'm just painting over the rust when I take this stuff.
This depression is turning me into a ****. Honestly, I feel so numb towards people that I just could not give a shit what they think of me. And it's unhealthy, because I should in one format or another be seeking some kind of approval so I can feel established and "belonging" within friendship groups, communities etc.
My depression started because of a break up with a girl, and I believed that once I moved on, I'd be ok. But it's fucking four months later, I've moved on, and it is becoming more of a concern to me that this depression seems to be going deeper. What should I do?
This is not a cry out for attention. This is me, just like how it's me in every post I write.
It's to the point now where Dad says to me, "Henry, you seem so lost at the moment," but instead of his trademark advice that he'll offer me, he can't offer anything. He doesn't know what to do. Mum doesn't know what to do. I'm being consumed by this shit, so much so, that I've stopped going to work. I've lost my enjoyment for life, and I've lost my spark. Anything that motivated me to better myself beforehand seems more like a hassle now, and I can see it quickly getting the best of me.
I've shut off close friends simply because I see them prosper and I stand still, trying to figure out why I can't get it together. Envy, jealousy, all those words come to mind. And I fucking hate it.
My eldest brother and I have always shared such a close relationship, but now, it could easily be mistaken that we are strangers.
I hate not being Henry anymore. And even moreso, I hate my parents not seeing Henry anymore. They see a stranger, and as each day passes we become more foreign from one another.
At 22, I can almost ask myself, "Is this all life has to offer me?"
Gay with aids.
-Xionking