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I suffer with major depression. It is a part of my Borderline Personality Disorder. Depression is a big black hole I cannot escape. It sucks me in and pulls me down into the depths. Thrashing me around as it goes. My brain stops functioning in a logical manner. I can only see negativity. There is no hope of a positive thought being allowed to enter. I begin to review my life and cannot find a day where I thought I might have been happy. I have become a hermit because of my illness and there is not one soul I can think of who gives a rats behind for me or my problems. I avoid people - part of the Socialphobia. I get so tired I can do little more than stay in bed. I become a prisoner of my own mind. Everything makes me cry. I feel so miserable and alone. I just sit there in the dark. I get stuck in these depressions about once or twice a year. While I am in the depression its intensity fluctuates. Sometimes I can pull it together and get to the store for supplies and to doctors appts. and have a semi-normal few hours. Other times I close the curtains and hunker down. It is these times that I dread so much. I literally go insane. There are no words to describe the absolute despair, loneliness and depression I feel. Indecision abounds at this time. What will people think? What impact will a suicide have on them? Am I really suicidal enough to carry through? What if I goof and the job doesn't get done and I am left unable to ever do it again because I am crippled or worse? The pain is so deep all I can do is scream in agony. People call it a big black hole. Unless you have been there you cannot understand the pure abject misery of it all. I become totally mentally and physically drained. I feel so drained I can hardly move. I only can think in the negative. I believe I have always been this depressed. I decide I can't live this way forever and begin to plan my death. I make notes, I pick locations, I decide how I want to be found. I am supposed to go to the hospital when i get this far. But I don't. I think if I go for help they will turn me away. I think about how uncomfortable it is in there. I think of the other patients that will be there. I wonder what will I do with my animals? I know they will kepp me no longer than 2 weeks and i think - 2 weeks is not enough time to break a depression... so what is the use of going... and I talk myself out of it. The depressions duration cannot be calculated. You know logically that you will go up the other side in a while, but there is no way of knowing when. weeks? months? longer? How much can I take? Each time i get depressed and sink into the hell i think i have always been this way. I have to hang on to the thought that it won't last forever. During the hours that my depression is fluctuating at a lighter inesity I can hang on to that thought, but when it sinks really low all I can think of is misery and suicde. My thoughts get so dark and I think of death and dying constantly. I search out pictures of death, songs about suicide, I write dark poetry, and I cry. Mostly I cry. The depression brings forth all my insecurites that my Socialphobia drenches me in. The Socialphobia inturn drives my Anxiety and I become an emotional wreck. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate. I sit on the couch all wrapped up in a ball. To change the pace I return to my bed and lay there for hours at a time, neither awake or asleep. My mind going over every excrutiating hurt I had in my life. I don't know if I'm real anymore. I want to reach out but I can't. My life as a hermit has left me completely alienated. I have no friends or acquaintances because I don't leave my house. I have family but they are spread across the continent. I have tried in the past to tell them i am "sick" but they don't have time. They are too far away to drop in for a coffee and they get busy and forget to call. I have a son in the city, but he is having his own problems and I don't want to lay my problems on him. He is supportive when I am really needing help. I used to take anti-depressants but I stopped. I stopped for two reasons. I was starting a new therapy and my psychiatrist wanted me drug free so my mind was clear. once i was off the drugs I realized he was right. my mind was so much clearer. I could see now how the anti-depressants had me zombie-like. I had feelings again. I could think outside the box. I made up my mind i wasn't going to take them again. I'd rather feel life than be cocooned-up in a cottony existence that comes with anti-depressants. To relieve things medicinally I use pot now. It does not make the depression go away. it does not stop the depression from coming back, but it keeps it alleviates my mood so I am not suicidal. It calms my mind enough so I can leave my house and run errands.
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