My Battle With Depression, And Why I Won't Let It Win

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My Battle With Depression, And Why I Won't Let It Win

Depression is a bummer.

And what some people don't realize is that depression can come in all shapes and sizes. For me it begins with inexplicable anger at myself that I take out on others. I shut myself away and literally live in my head. I don't even realize that I'm depressed until one day it hits me and I don't want to get out of bed to go to college or work. But I have to so I get up and get on with my day. But I'm exhausted all the time and close to tears over the tiniest things.

Then I go through phases of extreme happiness where I think I must have been overreacting or faking, but even as I think that I realize my happiness isn't real. I'm putting it on for the people around me.

I walk down the street and imagine just walking in front of a car. I purposely avoid talking to anyone or being in a crowd because then I start to get scared. I get panic attacks randomly, at work, college, karate, on a bus, in bed.

Then they are over and I feel weak and pathetic.

My Battle With Depression, And Why I Won't Let It Win

I keep powering through the days, weeks, months because I always have that hope that it will get better. I'll get over it. I won't be like this when I older. I'll be a confident beautiful girl who rules her little world. I live inside my head telling myself it will all be alright. I'm safe in bed surrounded by empty dishes, dirty clothes, chocolate wrappers and chocolate milk cartons.

Then when I finally stop thinking and start sleeping, it's such a relief. But I know that I'll have to wake up and fake my way through another day. That's when endless sleep sounds so inviting. When you haven't had a proper night's sleep for going on six months, you start to go a bit mad! Short temper, overly emotional and anti social.

And seeking help is one of the scariest things you do. I did and I don't know if it helped. By the end of my counselling sessions I was just lying to stop seeing her.

So once again I begin this endless cycle of hate and anger turning to despair and sadness then back to hate.

I still live in hope I'll learn to live with it because I'm not letting it hold me back. If I let it beat me.... If I stepped in front of that car or decided to go to sleep what would I have achieved? I would have missed out on so much and hurt so many people that love me and put up with my shit. I refuse to back down. I refuse to give up because that tiny bit of hope is still there forcing me to get up every morning and hold back the tears and get on with my little life.

My Battle With Depression, And Why I Won't Let It Win

My Battle With Depression, And Why I Won't Let It Win
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