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Please listen to all the lyrics, because what I have to say is something I can't really describe on my own words. I would also appreciate honest responses and if you have nothing nice to say, just don't say anything. I would appreciate it.
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Hello Smogon!
*sigh* This is a topic that I have been planning on posting for quite a while, but it is just so hard to bring it into words that I just haven't had the guts to do it. But today is the day. Smogon, do you understand mental illnesses?
I was diagnosed with depression at a very young age, I didn't take meds at the time because I was just so young. Though, I went to therapy for quite a while. A few months after stopping the visits with the therapist depression kicked in again. But I was tired. I hated therapy so much that I just pretended to be happy. I really was miserable inside though, and because of destiny...I began painting... well...
After that incident I was diagnosed with Anxiety and EDNOS. The doctors decided I was old enough to start taking medication, so there I was. Taking anti-depressants at the age of 17. They worked for me, and soon again I was feeling better.
Fast forward 2 years now to 2012. I had been working as a waitress for a few months at a catering center and by March(iirc) of 2012 I was "promoted" to Bridal Attendant. The pay is good but dealing with bitchy brides can only stress you so much. So there I was, going to school and working. I was losing it. So it happened again...
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*sigh* This is a topic that I have been planning on posting for quite a while, but it is just so hard to bring it into words that I just haven't had the guts to do it. But today is the day. Smogon, do you understand mental illnesses?
I was diagnosed with depression at a very young age, I didn't take meds at the time because I was just so young. Though, I went to therapy for quite a while. A few months after stopping the visits with the therapist depression kicked in again. But I was tired. I hated therapy so much that I just pretended to be happy. I really was miserable inside though, and because of destiny...I began painting... well...
After my mom found out that I was doing that I was sent to the hospital where I had to stay for a few weeks. I was going back to therapy and everything seemed to be doing great. I stopped cutting and I was getting my confidence back.
At the age of 16 I met this really nice guy and we soon started dating, everything was sweet and roses at first but then... if you don't know spanish just watch the video; you'll still get my point.
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At the age of 16 I met this really nice guy and we soon started dating, everything was sweet and roses at first but then... if you don't know spanish just watch the video; you'll still get my point.
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After that incident I was diagnosed with Anxiety and EDNOS. The doctors decided I was old enough to start taking medication, so there I was. Taking anti-depressants at the age of 17. They worked for me, and soon again I was feeling better.
Fast forward 2 years now to 2012. I had been working as a waitress for a few months at a catering center and by March(iirc) of 2012 I was "promoted" to Bridal Attendant. The pay is good but dealing with bitchy brides can only stress you so much. So there I was, going to school and working. I was losing it. So it happened again...
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This time I was more careful about my cuts and would only do it in places where no one would find out. I started cutting again in May I believe, and kept everything to myself.
Everyone started to notice I wasn't the same anymore, how could I? I was no longer the person I was before; I was hiding a huge secret. I stopped taking my meds and the visits with my therapist were all cancelled. Cutting became my medicine.
I reached bottom by the end of the year and in an effort to stop my cutting I decided to enroll in an Stress Management class. The problem was that I broke before classes even began and I told my parents about it. I was terrified about how they would react but they were really supportive. I was taken yet again to the hospital where I stood for about 3 weeks.
I just got out of the hospital 1 day before school started!! Anyways, things were supposed to change. But they didn't. I kept cutting until one of my professors saw my scars by accident and called me out to talk to me. I was sent to see a counselor and that same day I ended up again in the ER. This was a few weeks into the semester btw.
Anyways, I had to do inpatient again for another 3 weeks and have to go to therapy twice a week, but that's okay. I really feel much, much better now.
Anyways, because of the cutting and the suicide attempts-which I won't talk about because...- I was diagnosed with BPD.
I have been clean for a few weeks now and have to say I really don't want to go back to that life. So Smogon;
What are your thoughts on mental illnesses?
Do you or anyone that you know suffer from one?
How do you deal with? if you have one
What do you tell a friend who suffers from one or any other of these conditions?
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We're all old enough to talk about this topic, but please, lets be civilized! :)
Everyone started to notice I wasn't the same anymore, how could I? I was no longer the person I was before; I was hiding a huge secret. I stopped taking my meds and the visits with my therapist were all cancelled. Cutting became my medicine.
I reached bottom by the end of the year and in an effort to stop my cutting I decided to enroll in an Stress Management class. The problem was that I broke before classes even began and I told my parents about it. I was terrified about how they would react but they were really supportive. I was taken yet again to the hospital where I stood for about 3 weeks.
I just got out of the hospital 1 day before school started!! Anyways, things were supposed to change. But they didn't. I kept cutting until one of my professors saw my scars by accident and called me out to talk to me. I was sent to see a counselor and that same day I ended up again in the ER. This was a few weeks into the semester btw.
Anyways, I had to do inpatient again for another 3 weeks and have to go to therapy twice a week, but that's okay. I really feel much, much better now.
Anyways, because of the cutting and the suicide attempts-which I won't talk about because...- I was diagnosed with BPD.
I have been clean for a few weeks now and have to say I really don't want to go back to that life. So Smogon;
What are your thoughts on mental illnesses?
Do you or anyone that you know suffer from one?
How do you deal with? if you have one
What do you tell a friend who suffers from one or any other of these conditions?
[youtube]cjVQ36NhbMk[/youtube]
We're all old enough to talk about this topic, but please, lets be civilized! :)