I have had depression (diagnosed) for the last two years but, it only got diagnosed because I started seeing a professional. There is a pretty good chance I have had depression for far longer.
That whole “not grieving” and the “I can do this myself” stuff is finally cathching up in the worse was possible.
As far as I know, I have been hiding my emotions well.
Apparently I looked like something was wrong on Tuesday.
My friend/clinical coordinator noticed something was wrong. She pulled me aside and asked me how I was really feeling and was I ok.
I was NOT ok but I am sure you figured that out by now.
We talked for an hour about my depression and how bad I have been feeling. It upset/hurt her that I had been holding so much in and felt like I had no one to talk to. It wasn’t that I had no one to talk to, I just feel like I would be a burden on people. I also have it hard wired in me to just do it all myself. I don’t want people worrying about me, I feel like people have enough on their plates and my mental health would just add one more thing.
My depression is now considered “severe” and I have to now do “intensive outpatient treatment”. I carry a tremendous amount of guilt with me that I can’t seem to let go of. I feel like I don’t deserve happiness. I don’t know how to ask for help. I feel like I am failing at life. I feel empty and alone. I’ve had several days where I woke up asking “why am I still here?” or my mind is telling me “If I were gone no one would really notice.” and “Is it worth it?”.
I am in a really bad place and I have been for a while. I know how to put on a happy face and put my emotions away. My CC was apparently having none of this and asked me to tell the truth to my therapist. She also told the other CC (who also happens to be one of my mom’s close friends) to have her have a talk with me. I’ve known this woman for years, even before I started working in that department. We talked the next day and she made me realize how bad I have gotten and made me make an emergency apointment with my therapist. I didn’t want to but I did a I was told. Turns out I really needed that session because I started telling him the truth about how I really feel. That emergency appointment is what led to the “intensive outpatient treatment” decision.
So now here I sit after finally telling my parents. I’ve cried a lot today. I’ve also talked about a lot today, especially about the guilt I carry over my mom’s death when I was 16. I feel…weird after talking so much about my feelings today. It makes me feel awkward that they know their child is crazy. I’m not sure if I will ever get used to talking about how I truly feel to someone.
Not sure about this place I am in right now,