Hey all,
This may just sound like a rant, but take it for what it is. Although I'm doing better than before in terms of my alcohol and drug abuse (although I'm no longer sober, at least not at this point), I've recently come to the realization that even when there are none of the known triggers for my depression, I find myself being depressed just about being depressed. Why do some people face depression and substance abuse and others don't? Why do people handle things better than I seem to?
The depression really has become crippling, despite the Zoloft. I put up a good act, go to work, hook up with a lot of girls, try be sociable, physically active...but I'm hurting. I don't remember the last day I didn't cry. A lot of mornings I just wake up on the verge of tears about having to go out and pretend again. No shit, today I spend like half an hour psyching myself up to go to work by repeating "your ok, your ok, your ok". And when I think that shit like that is what I've come to, I get even more depressed. I recently lost another job and another gf, so that certainly didn't help the situation at all.
If it wasn't for my siblings, for whom I'm basically all they got...at this point I think I'd rather off myself than continue. But I could't ever put them through that.
This may just sound like a rant, but take it for what it is. Although I'm doing better than before in terms of my alcohol and drug abuse (although I'm no longer sober, at least not at this point), I've recently come to the realization that even when there are none of the known triggers for my depression, I find myself being depressed just about being depressed. Why do some people face depression and substance abuse and others don't? Why do people handle things better than I seem to?
The depression really has become crippling, despite the Zoloft. I put up a good act, go to work, hook up with a lot of girls, try be sociable, physically active...but I'm hurting. I don't remember the last day I didn't cry. A lot of mornings I just wake up on the verge of tears about having to go out and pretend again. No shit, today I spend like half an hour psyching myself up to go to work by repeating "your ok, your ok, your ok". And when I think that shit like that is what I've come to, I get even more depressed. I recently lost another job and another gf, so that certainly didn't help the situation at all.
If it wasn't for my siblings, for whom I'm basically all they got...at this point I think I'd rather off myself than continue. But I could't ever put them through that.
