Hey everyone. First of all, I wanna let everyone know how selfish I feel asking for prayer on here. I dunno why it bugs me. I think it's because so many other people got stuff going on and since i don't pray for all of them, I shouldn't be asking. With that being said, I will explain what's going on. I'm not looking for sympathy. I don't think there is anything anyone can do. I thought I hit a turning point, but I'm falling back down really fast.
I dunno how other people are able to handle things. There's a lot of people who have it worse than me that seem to find ways to cope, or ignore what's happened/happening to them and still follow the righteous path. I'm apparently not that strong. In the eyes of others my life hasn't been that bad, but from the inside looking out it seems a lot different to me.
Plagued by graphic nightmares as a kid that kept me scared of my own shadow for years. This doesn't seem like much of a problem for people who don't go through them, especially on a regular basis as a kid. My parents fought a lot my whole life, and while not always physical, it was enough to screw me up. I lost a lot of sleep and didn't manage well at school. I had trouble making friends that were of any quality. I think I have always been depressed and no one has ever noticed, or they shrugged it off and said I would get over it.
I made a lot of bad choices starting as a teenager. Drugs were one way to feel good about myself and have the confidence I needed to survive. So I stayed self-medicated constantly, all the while never realizing that when I finally stop, the depression is going to come back and my confidence is going to plummet. This last mistake was the worst by far and my depression has escalated to a severe extreme.
Lately it's been different, and I dunno what to do. I get these waves of depression, paranoia, and detachment, that completely sever me from reality. My body get's heavy, my mind slows down, and I feel like I'm dreaming. When I detach I get something called solipsis syndrome. At least that's what it seems like to me. I feel like I am the only person who exists and reality is just a fabrication of my brain somehow. My psychiatrist called it depersonalization.
My OCD has spiraled out of control and I can't keep my thoughts under control. The stuff that's surfacing is so graphic and wrong that it makes me hate myself that much more. The thoughts can't be coming from me because I'm not that kind of person. But my subconscious brings these things to mind and makes me doubt what kind of person I really am. Can this really be who I am?
I've seen a lot of doctors and none of them will prescribe me any medication that will help. They are like we think you have this and this and this so take this and this and this. Well they won't listen to me when I tell them that's not what I need. I know what I need if they will just listen to me. A mood elevator and anti-psychotic isn't cutting it. I need a combination of the right antidepressants and anxiety medicine. NARCOTIC anxiety medication.
Yes I have a history of drug abuse, but that's not why I want the meds. I just want to be better! And since I can't rely on doctors to give me what I need, I am depending on God to help. but I messed up too many times, and I don't think he is going to. I don't blame him really, but something has to give one way or another really soon before I completely lose touch. I can't stand this shit anymore.
I dunno how other people are able to handle things. There's a lot of people who have it worse than me that seem to find ways to cope, or ignore what's happened/happening to them and still follow the righteous path. I'm apparently not that strong. In the eyes of others my life hasn't been that bad, but from the inside looking out it seems a lot different to me.
Plagued by graphic nightmares as a kid that kept me scared of my own shadow for years. This doesn't seem like much of a problem for people who don't go through them, especially on a regular basis as a kid. My parents fought a lot my whole life, and while not always physical, it was enough to screw me up. I lost a lot of sleep and didn't manage well at school. I had trouble making friends that were of any quality. I think I have always been depressed and no one has ever noticed, or they shrugged it off and said I would get over it.
I made a lot of bad choices starting as a teenager. Drugs were one way to feel good about myself and have the confidence I needed to survive. So I stayed self-medicated constantly, all the while never realizing that when I finally stop, the depression is going to come back and my confidence is going to plummet. This last mistake was the worst by far and my depression has escalated to a severe extreme.
Lately it's been different, and I dunno what to do. I get these waves of depression, paranoia, and detachment, that completely sever me from reality. My body get's heavy, my mind slows down, and I feel like I'm dreaming. When I detach I get something called solipsis syndrome. At least that's what it seems like to me. I feel like I am the only person who exists and reality is just a fabrication of my brain somehow. My psychiatrist called it depersonalization.
My OCD has spiraled out of control and I can't keep my thoughts under control. The stuff that's surfacing is so graphic and wrong that it makes me hate myself that much more. The thoughts can't be coming from me because I'm not that kind of person. But my subconscious brings these things to mind and makes me doubt what kind of person I really am. Can this really be who I am?
I've seen a lot of doctors and none of them will prescribe me any medication that will help. They are like we think you have this and this and this so take this and this and this. Well they won't listen to me when I tell them that's not what I need. I know what I need if they will just listen to me. A mood elevator and anti-psychotic isn't cutting it. I need a combination of the right antidepressants and anxiety medicine. NARCOTIC anxiety medication.
Yes I have a history of drug abuse, but that's not why I want the meds. I just want to be better! And since I can't rely on doctors to give me what I need, I am depending on God to help. but I messed up too many times, and I don't think he is going to. I don't blame him really, but something has to give one way or another really soon before I completely lose touch. I can't stand this shit anymore.