Yes, I'm dealing with depression. Not only that, but I'm Bipolar and a little bit Manic to boot, so I can understand what ya'll are going through. But I learned the hard way that things like these are misunderstood by those who don't experience it. I learned the hard way that it's better to let others know what you are going through than let them find out, because the results could be devastating: I used to have a friend and we were really close, but when he found out I had Mania (I was going through a Manic episode and I vented heavily on him. I couldn't control that) he distanced himself from me, even after I apologized to him and explained what I had and what I was going through. So I lost a good friend just because he wasn't prepared for the truth. I learned that things like depression and Biploar and Mania can cause us to loose friends if we don't let them know. They won't always be understanding without a proper warning. Better to be safe than sorry.
My parents won't let me be properly treated though, so I don't know what is going to become of me. I dunno why they won't let me be treated for my symptoms/episodes.
I have wild mood swings and I feel that deep pain also. I have my highs and lows...where I feel really ecstatic with joy, then so low with depression and despair that I don't know how to get out of it. I feel irritated and very angry too...the whole nine yards. I even fear things excessively and my thinking gets distorted very easily. Comes in periods, or "episodes." I have these needs to sleep too and I get really tired suddenly, it's interfering with my grades in school (they are dropping) and life in general...I usually have to nap for a long time and just take really long, long breaks in order to enjoy myself and get some piece of mind, 'ya know? I find myself having cravings for isolation or talking to people (interaction) when this happens. And you know what? My parents don't understand this. When I am tired, my mom accuses me of being lazy. When I get angry, my dad accuses me of being "smart-mouthed." And my own sisters pick on me because they think that depression and all of that "isn't real, it's just made up." Well, they don't have it, so I don't expect them to understand.
In order to get over my depression, I have found that I have to push my tasks and responsibilities aside until I can properly deal with them again. Us with depression (or more) have to take more time out for ourselves than normal people do. Because we need it most in order to function properly.
Hey, do you like to doze in sunlight? I have found that light soothes my depression when it comes on. So I usually nap in it.
I am also seeking God like wildfire. I am chasing after Him with this hunger I cannot explain (even though I have been saved for ten years), especially when I am having an episode. I bury myself in the Word...almost drown myself in it. And I've been praying more than I ever have before. I am constantly telling Him how I am feeling. It's like I have put my prayer mode in overdrive and I can't stop relying on Him for everything. It has helped some and it feels so natural. He's always there to give me His peace and stuff...but the mania/depression still comes. Here one day, gone the next. BUT ANOTHER EXCUSE TO PRAY, PRAISE GOD!!!
CHURCH TOMORROW! I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR SOME GOOD 'OL PREACHING, PRAISE GOD!!!!
Goodnight.