This is my first thread here, I mostly lurk so I'm sure it'll end up being a long one as I tend to ramble. Anyway I am a 29 y/o male from Las Vegas. My depression started in 2008 when I was 25 and it came out of the blue. At that point in my life I had no cause for complaint. I was young, good job, good with woman and a great social life. In November in 2008 I started taking chantix to quit smoking, and with all the major lawsuits and cases against them I'd like to think that was the cause of my mental downfall but it's impossible to pinpoint it. My dad has mental health issues which started in his mid 30's which I could be experiencing also. Social anxiety, joylessness and the rest of the usual depression issues. In December of 2008 about a month after the depression started I woke up and dropped my work truck off in front of my bosses house and hopped on a plane down to Las Vegas where a couple of my good friends had recently moved. I got a job right away, had some fun and everything seemed good.
That lasted about a month. Everything hit me once again. I had started dating a good friend of mine, I had a good job and was surrounded by friends, yet nothing seemed exciting. I didn't want to go out and it all started getting progressively worse. I started using opiates regularly after being drug free for the last 10 years. That lasted until mid 2010 when I decided I couldn't keep doing that to my family. Several failed attempts later I got on methadone treatment. Once I was no longer thinking about drugs I remembered why I started. My mind never stops, it's always going on and on and on about something. Day after day after day of just wanting it all to end, trying to figure out what happened to me. I had every curveball possible thrown at me in my teens/early 20's but nothing could bring me down. I never call anyone to go out, I never have fun doing anything except sleep. The only thing I've learned to do is try to obssess over something like buying a new TV or a gun or something, just so I have something to window shop and google about for a short period of time. I'll buy some coke every once in a while. Obviously I know it doesn't help my depression, but anything to numb my mind for a short time and allow me to have positive thoughts might just be the reason I'm still here.
So here I am, 5 years later with a wife ( the same woman I started dating in 2008 ), 2 awesome stepkids, a house and a job, and even though I try and remind myself of this every damn day and constantly try and pump positive thoughts in my head they are quickly over ran by the usual pecimistic garbage. I've tried several anti depressants, testosterone, therapy, working out and just about everything else I can think of but here I am, still driving home in the morning after a graveyard shift with nothing but my thoughts. A big burly man crying my eyes out for no real reason. Everything is still dull and boring, unexciting and pointless. Sometimes I'm positive the only reason I haven't gone off the deep end into a complete binder and eventual death is not wanting to cause the feel people who care for me any pain or depression. The guilt I feel for my wife weighs me down a lot too. I feel so bad for being just a huge waste of space. She deserves so much more. I couldn't even blame her if she left me, how could I? Sometimes I think I would want her to meet someone else. As much as I love her we are going on YEARS of me moping around and avoiding anything entertaining.
I don't even know why I posted this. A self serving rant I guess. I stopped talking to my wife about it as part of my guilt. I put on a smile and just ignore it. It's not her fault she married a nut! I guess I just needed to scribble something out ;/
That lasted about a month. Everything hit me once again. I had started dating a good friend of mine, I had a good job and was surrounded by friends, yet nothing seemed exciting. I didn't want to go out and it all started getting progressively worse. I started using opiates regularly after being drug free for the last 10 years. That lasted until mid 2010 when I decided I couldn't keep doing that to my family. Several failed attempts later I got on methadone treatment. Once I was no longer thinking about drugs I remembered why I started. My mind never stops, it's always going on and on and on about something. Day after day after day of just wanting it all to end, trying to figure out what happened to me. I had every curveball possible thrown at me in my teens/early 20's but nothing could bring me down. I never call anyone to go out, I never have fun doing anything except sleep. The only thing I've learned to do is try to obssess over something like buying a new TV or a gun or something, just so I have something to window shop and google about for a short period of time. I'll buy some coke every once in a while. Obviously I know it doesn't help my depression, but anything to numb my mind for a short time and allow me to have positive thoughts might just be the reason I'm still here.
So here I am, 5 years later with a wife ( the same woman I started dating in 2008 ), 2 awesome stepkids, a house and a job, and even though I try and remind myself of this every damn day and constantly try and pump positive thoughts in my head they are quickly over ran by the usual pecimistic garbage. I've tried several anti depressants, testosterone, therapy, working out and just about everything else I can think of but here I am, still driving home in the morning after a graveyard shift with nothing but my thoughts. A big burly man crying my eyes out for no real reason. Everything is still dull and boring, unexciting and pointless. Sometimes I'm positive the only reason I haven't gone off the deep end into a complete binder and eventual death is not wanting to cause the feel people who care for me any pain or depression. The guilt I feel for my wife weighs me down a lot too. I feel so bad for being just a huge waste of space. She deserves so much more. I couldn't even blame her if she left me, how could I? Sometimes I think I would want her to meet someone else. As much as I love her we are going on YEARS of me moping around and avoiding anything entertaining.
I don't even know why I posted this. A self serving rant I guess. I stopped talking to my wife about it as part of my guilt. I put on a smile and just ignore it. It's not her fault she married a nut! I guess I just needed to scribble something out ;/
