I've no doubt these kinds of things get said every single day, but I don't care. This is my way of asking for some type of advice, maybe even encouragement on continuing with life.
Since the time I was really young, I've always been depressed. I nearly killed myself when I was eleven, and since that time I've battled my depression and anxiety every day of my life. It's a constand battle, and a lot of the time I feel like giving in. The last time I felt happy was a few summers ago when I was on my anti-anxiety medication which also served to help my depression. I was taken off a few weeks before the school year started because I had a suicidal thought. Now I am in therapy, going every Friday, and I've been getting more and more depressed. I don't show it though, because my family has so many more important things to worry about. My great grandmother had a stroke back in January, the day after my birthday, and has since moved in with my grandmother and grandfather. Now my family is fixing her house up to move into, and it has taken up most of our lives since about February. This house has to get done, because we have put so much money into it, so that's why I don't feel I can burden my parents with my trivial issues. After all, the house is more important than how I feel.
Another part of me not telling anyone is that I don't want my freedom taken away. The last time I told my mom I was suicidal, my therapist told my mom that I couldn't be left home alone and I really hate that. I like being able to be home alone sometimes because then I can just do what I want and not worry about getting on my parents nerves and not worry about having to deal with my little brother. I get left home alone quite a lot these days, or at least be left at home watching my little brother (who is ten years old). If I told them how I was feeling, I would get my freedom taken away again. Plus every time I tell my mom, she gets this pained look on her face like she blames herself for me feeling this way, and it kills me to see that look. I hate seeing her sad like that, so I think it's better that I just pretend I'm happy and not feeling this way. At least then she can have some sort of peace of mind, right?
Anyways, the point is I can't really tell anyone in real life how I feel because it would just burden them and I don't want to do that. There are so many things more important than how I feel that I don't want to burden anyone with the knowledge that those dark thoughts have once again entered my mind. If anyone has any words of advice, encouragement or anything at all I'd be more than glad to hear them. Thanks.
Since the time I was really young, I've always been depressed. I nearly killed myself when I was eleven, and since that time I've battled my depression and anxiety every day of my life. It's a constand battle, and a lot of the time I feel like giving in. The last time I felt happy was a few summers ago when I was on my anti-anxiety medication which also served to help my depression. I was taken off a few weeks before the school year started because I had a suicidal thought. Now I am in therapy, going every Friday, and I've been getting more and more depressed. I don't show it though, because my family has so many more important things to worry about. My great grandmother had a stroke back in January, the day after my birthday, and has since moved in with my grandmother and grandfather. Now my family is fixing her house up to move into, and it has taken up most of our lives since about February. This house has to get done, because we have put so much money into it, so that's why I don't feel I can burden my parents with my trivial issues. After all, the house is more important than how I feel.
Another part of me not telling anyone is that I don't want my freedom taken away. The last time I told my mom I was suicidal, my therapist told my mom that I couldn't be left home alone and I really hate that. I like being able to be home alone sometimes because then I can just do what I want and not worry about getting on my parents nerves and not worry about having to deal with my little brother. I get left home alone quite a lot these days, or at least be left at home watching my little brother (who is ten years old). If I told them how I was feeling, I would get my freedom taken away again. Plus every time I tell my mom, she gets this pained look on her face like she blames herself for me feeling this way, and it kills me to see that look. I hate seeing her sad like that, so I think it's better that I just pretend I'm happy and not feeling this way. At least then she can have some sort of peace of mind, right?
Anyways, the point is I can't really tell anyone in real life how I feel because it would just burden them and I don't want to do that. There are so many things more important than how I feel that I don't want to burden anyone with the knowledge that those dark thoughts have once again entered my mind. If anyone has any words of advice, encouragement or anything at all I'd be more than glad to hear them. Thanks.