I'm a mental health nurse, and in some ways that really worked against me when I first got sick. I recognized that I was experiencing the symptoms of major depressive disorder, and while self-diagnosis generally doesn't work very well, I knew that if I were to see a health care provider that's the diagnosis I would end up with. As ridiculous as it now seems, I thought that because of my professional role I should be able to deal with it on my own. I was wrong, of course.
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I didn't know what was wrong with me, so I decided to reach out to my friend and he suggested me to consult with a psychiatrist, and I did so. I was diagnosed with depression. My depression could've been diagnosed early, but there was no one to support me in this regard.
I have been depressed since I was a child. I can remember feeling like I did not belong. I had very high anxiety and depression. I was very quiet and shy and I could not socialize very well. Eventually, I learned to socialize somewhat, but I hid my anxiety and depression. It's a long road for someone born depressed, but you must learn to channel your positive thoughts and try your best to let go of the negative. Realize that this higher power has given…
I have had moments where I was feeling so bad, so low, and so down. I thought of suicide or just let myself perish inside. Unfortunately for the devil, I stand strong by the grace of God. My pain was caused by others, especially by the people I loved, liked and appreciated. I was so naive and kind that I would just love them without condition not knowing that this world is made of evil people and that not everyone will love you the way…
After finally being diagnosed with fibromyalgia, the depression I gained from the effects only worsened. I tried many different regimens of medication hoping to control all of those symptoms. I felt as though my life was ending fast and that is what I wanted to happen. No one, including my extended family, could understand what I was going through. I would never have imagined my spunky past to have come to this lifestyle of such misery. Depression is something you just can't cover up.
I had heavy, sad feelings and anxiety for several years. A call to a clinic resulted in the person I wanted to make an appointment with being busy. I didn't leave my name, a message or callback number, so the effort went unmet. Three years later I went in for a therapist appointment. I recall bursting into tears as soon as the therapist opened the door to enter. After two years, I decided that I didn't want our children growing up with a sad mom…
I went to the doctor in 1997 for chest pain and anxiety. After filling out a questionnaire that exposed that I was having suicidal thoughts, I was then diagnosed with depression. It's hard to make any changes when you have no will to live and when depression consumes you. Even in my darkest times, I still heard what people were saying I need to do. I didn't care, but I heard them. When you're living with depression try to remember who you are.
My childhood was like a storybook. I was a happy, healthy, smart child never a care in the world. Then at age 12, my parents got divorced, and my whole world exploded. In my twenties I went to a psychiatrist she prescribed Prozac. I went through a cycle of being super happy, being ok and then going into a deep depression. I would then have to dig myself back to life. I will never give up, but it has been so hard to live. I…
It was a caring, father-like boss who sat me down in 1995 and said that he and other people had become concerned about me. He said he didn’t know what was going on but that I needed to get help… or maybe lose my job. That was the start of a journey of peaks and valleys, sharp curves, tears and, most importantly, learning! I am not sure when I was specifically diagnosed. Most professionals suspect that I have been depressed most of my life, but…
I grew up in a family that moved around a lot, my stepdad was in the Army so we were moving every few years. In my early years I was too young to really notice or be affected that much but after spending many of my developmental years in Alberta, a big move back to Ontario felt devastating. This combined with the years following puberty made for a very moody teenager. My family has a history of depression and mental illness, so thankfully my parents…
I had a rough childhood and when I was in my early teens I felt like something was not right with me. My mother kicked me out of the house at 16. I got pregnant later that year and experienced an awful feeling inside – depressed and wanting to cry one minute and then feeling out of control and angry the next. I found out I was pregnant and felt like that was what was making me feel this way. I made a decision, which…
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