I've been doing pretty well lately and then last night I started struggling. Suddenly depression hit me and I just started thinking about how people don't really want me around, I'm tired of being the girl who has problems all the time, and all these things that maybe aren't even true. I mean, maybe it seems like people don't want me around, because it seems like I always have to be the one taking the initiative in my friendships - people don't call me, I have to call them first, but that doesn't mean they're not my friends. And just because I'm depressed a lot doesn't mean that they see me as the girl who has all these problems. Maybe just I see myself that way. But I don't know.
This afternoon I was so depressed I was contemplating suicide. But I would never actually act on it, I just think about it every once in a while. I was trying to take a nap at the time when the thoughts hit me. So I made myself get out of bed and go run errands for a while. Then I went to the library where my friend was working, and I talked to him for a while (it's a university library and in the summer hardly any one is there, so we can talk). It was a good talk, and he gave me a hug and tried to give me all the advice he could think of. That was nice.
Then I came home to find that the basement of our house was flooding because of the storms. And I want to just cuddle up and find a way to cheer myself up, but everyone in the family is on edge because of the flooding. And my mom has surgery tomorrow, so it seems selfish to be concerned about myself.
Just because I think about suicide sometimes, it doesn't mean anything, does it? I mean if I would never act on it? I was trying to convince my friend of this today and he wasn't convinced. He's worried about me.
Confused,
Lynne
This afternoon I was so depressed I was contemplating suicide. But I would never actually act on it, I just think about it every once in a while. I was trying to take a nap at the time when the thoughts hit me. So I made myself get out of bed and go run errands for a while. Then I went to the library where my friend was working, and I talked to him for a while (it's a university library and in the summer hardly any one is there, so we can talk). It was a good talk, and he gave me a hug and tried to give me all the advice he could think of. That was nice.
Then I came home to find that the basement of our house was flooding because of the storms. And I want to just cuddle up and find a way to cheer myself up, but everyone in the family is on edge because of the flooding. And my mom has surgery tomorrow, so it seems selfish to be concerned about myself.
Just because I think about suicide sometimes, it doesn't mean anything, does it? I mean if I would never act on it? I was trying to convince my friend of this today and he wasn't convinced. He's worried about me.
Confused,
Lynne