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Hi.
I'm not sure how to start this but I guess I'll give you a little background of what's been happening to me. I apologize if this is long, but I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know where else to turn.
I'm 19, a college sophomore. I've been saved since I was 12. I've had low self-esteem for as long as I can remember. And I've suffered from depression since middle school. I spent 1/3 of 2007 in my room, not talking to anyone. I'm also really shy and tend to avoid situations and people that make me feel uncomfortable. All in all, I can't stand me.
But before college, it was manageable. I had little responsibility. I come from a good family and a good church, all very caring, supportive people, you know? But I was never happy. All through my life, I've felt like a spectator, not really enjoying life, just watching other people have fun. In my last two years of high school, I gained a few friends, but I still felt pretty lousy about myself. My relationship with God wasn't great back then. I really struggled believing that God loved me and having faith. I prayed but not nearly enough I guess. I read my Bible every so often. Basically, I would try to distract myself with other things like the Internet and reading books to help the pain. To me, God didn't really care. But my mom ministered to me all the time. Somehow it just didn't get through my head. At one point, she started to give up. Fast forward to Freshman year of college...
I survived. It wasn't as bad as I thought but I had to deal with my depression/anxiety episodes on my own. I joined a dance club. I was doing okay in school, not as great as in high school, but decent. I had two friends and a great roommate. During that time, I lost all my high school friends. I lived 20 minutes away from my aunt, uncle and cousin, so I spent time with them. Again, I didn't make God much of a priority. I stopped going to church and my campus Bible study. When the pain returned, I just distracted myself again. I skipped classes. My grades started slipping to the point where I was almost lost my scholarship. I told my mom that I didn't want to come back, but she told me to give at least another semester. I agreed.
So here I am today. I'm the most miserable I've ever been. Over the summer, I promised God that I was going to get into His word and pray more. But I didn't. I got too comfortable. And when school started, I had a total break down. I cry almost three times a day. I don't eat much. I can't concentrate on my school work. I isolate myself from everyone. I don't expect anyone to like me, because I hate myself so much. When people do talk to me, I have to put on a "happy face" so no one will suspect anything is wrong or for them to like me. After classes, I jump in my car and drive to the park, the mall, anywhere but campus where I feel so trapped and alone. If I continue the rest of the semester like this, my grades are going to slip. I won't be able to transfer, which I'm thinking about doing.
I've lost interest in both my passions: writing and dance. I want friends but then I don't. I want to be alone but then I feel lonely. Every day I'm just surviving, not thriving. Most days I wish God would just let me die but it hasn't happened yet. When I told my mom, she got angry and started crying. She suggested I get counseling, but now she just tells me I need to grow up and deal with it. That it's my fault for not doing anything about it. So now I don't really want to talk to her even though she's the only one I really feel comfortable talking to. Talking to a counselor...I don't know. It scares me. My dad and I don't discuss things like that. He's not even a Christian, not to discredit or judge him, but I want a godly perspective. I've been trying more than I ever have. I talk to God every day, I pray, I try not to focus on my problems and think about others, I read my Bible, I post Scriptures on my board pertaining to my depression but every day it gets harder and harder.
I don't know how to fight Satan and his attacks. Every lie he feeds me, I absorb it. His lies make more sense than God's truth sometimes. God says I'm the apple of his eye, He takes great delight in me, He rejoices over me with singing. Why? I'm a nobody. I'm not special in any way. I know it's really bad to say that I believe the devil over God, kind of like blasphemy, but I truly believe I'm a loser and I can't change.
If I had somewhere to go, I would withdraw from school. I don't know what I'd do after that. Just try to find food and water and survive until I die I guess. Because I can't imagine going through life like this anymore. I'm surrounded every day with students who are smart, have great social lives, who have a real future going for them. Not me. I used to want to be a writer and a dancer but I don't have the enthusiasm for either anymore. My family had such huge expectations for me. I feel like a failure.
I don't know why I'm writing this. Deep down, I figure I do want to help. But combined with my social anxiety, depression and avoidance personality, my getting help would be quite a sight to see. I just want God to love me. I want Him to be proud of me. I want to be happy. I feel so selfish, just thinking of my pain all the time. I don't even know how to be begin to help others. The only reason I deal with this is that I have hope in the future that I might be able to help someone else through the same thing. I'm a firm believer that we can't love others until we love ourselves and we can't love ourselves until we receive God's love and we can't receive God's love if we don't know how to seek it. I don't know what to do anymore.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. I'm just looking for some advice.
I'm not sure how to start this but I guess I'll give you a little background of what's been happening to me. I apologize if this is long, but I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know where else to turn.
I'm 19, a college sophomore. I've been saved since I was 12. I've had low self-esteem for as long as I can remember. And I've suffered from depression since middle school. I spent 1/3 of 2007 in my room, not talking to anyone. I'm also really shy and tend to avoid situations and people that make me feel uncomfortable. All in all, I can't stand me.
But before college, it was manageable. I had little responsibility. I come from a good family and a good church, all very caring, supportive people, you know? But I was never happy. All through my life, I've felt like a spectator, not really enjoying life, just watching other people have fun. In my last two years of high school, I gained a few friends, but I still felt pretty lousy about myself. My relationship with God wasn't great back then. I really struggled believing that God loved me and having faith. I prayed but not nearly enough I guess. I read my Bible every so often. Basically, I would try to distract myself with other things like the Internet and reading books to help the pain. To me, God didn't really care. But my mom ministered to me all the time. Somehow it just didn't get through my head. At one point, she started to give up. Fast forward to Freshman year of college...
I survived. It wasn't as bad as I thought but I had to deal with my depression/anxiety episodes on my own. I joined a dance club. I was doing okay in school, not as great as in high school, but decent. I had two friends and a great roommate. During that time, I lost all my high school friends. I lived 20 minutes away from my aunt, uncle and cousin, so I spent time with them. Again, I didn't make God much of a priority. I stopped going to church and my campus Bible study. When the pain returned, I just distracted myself again. I skipped classes. My grades started slipping to the point where I was almost lost my scholarship. I told my mom that I didn't want to come back, but she told me to give at least another semester. I agreed.
So here I am today. I'm the most miserable I've ever been. Over the summer, I promised God that I was going to get into His word and pray more. But I didn't. I got too comfortable. And when school started, I had a total break down. I cry almost three times a day. I don't eat much. I can't concentrate on my school work. I isolate myself from everyone. I don't expect anyone to like me, because I hate myself so much. When people do talk to me, I have to put on a "happy face" so no one will suspect anything is wrong or for them to like me. After classes, I jump in my car and drive to the park, the mall, anywhere but campus where I feel so trapped and alone. If I continue the rest of the semester like this, my grades are going to slip. I won't be able to transfer, which I'm thinking about doing.
I've lost interest in both my passions: writing and dance. I want friends but then I don't. I want to be alone but then I feel lonely. Every day I'm just surviving, not thriving. Most days I wish God would just let me die but it hasn't happened yet. When I told my mom, she got angry and started crying. She suggested I get counseling, but now she just tells me I need to grow up and deal with it. That it's my fault for not doing anything about it. So now I don't really want to talk to her even though she's the only one I really feel comfortable talking to. Talking to a counselor...I don't know. It scares me. My dad and I don't discuss things like that. He's not even a Christian, not to discredit or judge him, but I want a godly perspective. I've been trying more than I ever have. I talk to God every day, I pray, I try not to focus on my problems and think about others, I read my Bible, I post Scriptures on my board pertaining to my depression but every day it gets harder and harder.
I don't know how to fight Satan and his attacks. Every lie he feeds me, I absorb it. His lies make more sense than God's truth sometimes. God says I'm the apple of his eye, He takes great delight in me, He rejoices over me with singing. Why? I'm a nobody. I'm not special in any way. I know it's really bad to say that I believe the devil over God, kind of like blasphemy, but I truly believe I'm a loser and I can't change.
If I had somewhere to go, I would withdraw from school. I don't know what I'd do after that. Just try to find food and water and survive until I die I guess. Because I can't imagine going through life like this anymore. I'm surrounded every day with students who are smart, have great social lives, who have a real future going for them. Not me. I used to want to be a writer and a dancer but I don't have the enthusiasm for either anymore. My family had such huge expectations for me. I feel like a failure.
I don't know why I'm writing this. Deep down, I figure I do want to help. But combined with my social anxiety, depression and avoidance personality, my getting help would be quite a sight to see. I just want God to love me. I want Him to be proud of me. I want to be happy. I feel so selfish, just thinking of my pain all the time. I don't even know how to be begin to help others. The only reason I deal with this is that I have hope in the future that I might be able to help someone else through the same thing. I'm a firm believer that we can't love others until we love ourselves and we can't love ourselves until we receive God's love and we can't receive God's love if we don't know how to seek it. I don't know what to do anymore.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. I'm just looking for some advice.

