CrocMother
Banned
Feel like spilling my guts a bit...
Bi-polar/depression/anxiety runs in my family. My family doesn't know but I've been battling mood swings/depression since I was 19 (I'm 24 now). My family sees me as a super-productive go-getter but the reality is that I've been "self-medicating" by living as crazy a life as possible, basically to distract myself with new environments.
This past year I've lived in Hawaii, spent five weeks as a vagabond (sleeping outside) walking (yes walking) over 400 miles up the coast of California, lived in San Francisco and Alaska supporting myself working odd-jobs. My family sees me as a super adventurous go-getter and since I'm in grad school as very successful...My sister lives at home because of anxiety/depression, and I have a cousin who killed himself at about my age... I just feel like whatever is afflicting me is getting worse. I can't imagine living a life depending on a medication and telling my family that I need to see a psychiatrist and get medication just like my sister...I just can't imagine ever bringing myself to do that. I think I'd end up homeless in a gutter before I took that step.
I feel like I just keep self-medicating by making my life as crazy as possible and keep getting lucky but one day I'm going to get unlucky and my whole life will come crashing down. It's a pattern of severe depression, followed by a manic period where I plan all these insane grandiose things and keep myself together by just being determined to accomplish them no matter what.
Days like this I can't even bring myself to leave my apartment to get food. I'm supposed to be at a conference related to my field but I saw that between each session there is a "networking" period and damn near had a panic attack imagining that. I'm going to tell my advisor that I woke up sick...
I have no idea how to be a "normal" person at this point. I've been in my apartment for almost a month and am still sleeping on the floor. I've gone out for groceries once. I have one piece of furniture (although some of that is due to not having much money).
I have only really talked about this with one close friend (which i am so lucky to have). Sorry for the incoherent rant but right now it actually makes me feel better...many days I wake up and just ask myself what the hell am I doing...
Bi-polar/depression/anxiety runs in my family. My family doesn't know but I've been battling mood swings/depression since I was 19 (I'm 24 now). My family sees me as a super-productive go-getter but the reality is that I've been "self-medicating" by living as crazy a life as possible, basically to distract myself with new environments.
This past year I've lived in Hawaii, spent five weeks as a vagabond (sleeping outside) walking (yes walking) over 400 miles up the coast of California, lived in San Francisco and Alaska supporting myself working odd-jobs. My family sees me as a super adventurous go-getter and since I'm in grad school as very successful...My sister lives at home because of anxiety/depression, and I have a cousin who killed himself at about my age... I just feel like whatever is afflicting me is getting worse. I can't imagine living a life depending on a medication and telling my family that I need to see a psychiatrist and get medication just like my sister...I just can't imagine ever bringing myself to do that. I think I'd end up homeless in a gutter before I took that step.
I feel like I just keep self-medicating by making my life as crazy as possible and keep getting lucky but one day I'm going to get unlucky and my whole life will come crashing down. It's a pattern of severe depression, followed by a manic period where I plan all these insane grandiose things and keep myself together by just being determined to accomplish them no matter what.
Days like this I can't even bring myself to leave my apartment to get food. I'm supposed to be at a conference related to my field but I saw that between each session there is a "networking" period and damn near had a panic attack imagining that. I'm going to tell my advisor that I woke up sick...
I have no idea how to be a "normal" person at this point. I've been in my apartment for almost a month and am still sleeping on the floor. I've gone out for groceries once. I have one piece of furniture (although some of that is due to not having much money).
I have only really talked about this with one close friend (which i am so lucky to have). Sorry for the incoherent rant but right now it actually makes me feel better...many days I wake up and just ask myself what the hell am I doing...