lily00 said:If you ever had depression, you might understand that it is vital to take it one step at a time. A tumor can't be located and removed in a day.
I understand that. Believe me, I do. But please don't mistake what I was trying to say. (I sometimes have problems expressing myself in only a few words.)
I'm not necessarily disagreeing with the notion of easing your pain right now. All I'm saying is that the underlying cause needs to be identified and then a process needs to be undertaken whereby it is removed. That's all.
I went through such a deep serious depression years ago that I literally didn't bathe for days on end. I stayed in my pajamas all day, and ate the whole day while watching television. I saw absolutely no hope for my future at all, because I literally was expecting the future to not arrive. (A lot of this was due to a fundamentalist Christian position I held.) I wanted to have myself committed to a psyche ward, but I couldn't afford it. And I couldn't talk to anyone, because everyone would just tell me to pull myself up by the bootstraps and "get over it". So I know it's not something that can just be gotten over in a day. At the time I was suffering from the depression, I was also going through one of the worst periods of my OCD. I was very big into cleanliness issues, which was odd because I wasn't showering much at the time. However, if I was doing laundry and dropped an article of clothing on the floor as I got it out of the dryer, I had to completely rewash it. If I put a clean blanket on my bed, and someone touched it or sat on it, I had to take it right back off and rewash it. I was so bad that I had to touch things a certain way, and a certain number of times. I had to be precise. If I messed up, I had to start all over again. It even transferred into my prayer life, because I felt if I didn't say my prayers just right, that God wouldn't hear me. So I would start all over again. If I so much as messed up one word, I would ask for His forgiveness for messing up, and then start again. Likewise, if I messed up yet again, I not only asked Him to forgive me for messing up, but I also asked Him to forgive me for messing up the first time. It was horrible! The strange thing is, I never considered suicide. I just wanted it all to stop, but I had no way of getting help for it to stop. So I had to suffer through it until one day I literally forced myself to stop. It was hard, and the mental "itch" was bad, but I couldn't keep going on the way I was.
My apologies if I'm not helping. God's mercy and blessings to you.
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