I finally admit myself
Hello, i understand that there’s a lot of people who are ill.
So am I, this is my story. Maybe this is how i can help a little someone who fight everyday.
My story starts when i was at middle school, never was bullied and I didn’t bullied anyone.
Every student at that time was in a rush to graduate with the best scores to lead them to wealthy rich life.
I couldn’t handle the pressure of keeping up and i collapsed inside, left school. Stop talking with anyone even with my parents.
I felt that time is meaning less and everything around me is unreal and fake. That I have no other future then death.
But i couldn’t attempt suicide, only thoughts which were pushing me to dark.
People close to me saw that something is wrong with me i closed myself and i couldn’t say a word, maybe because of shame that i can’t fix myself.
At first i was thinking that it will pass and everything will snap in right direction, even after seeing school psychologist.
She said something like this: “You have to go throught this difficult time and everything will pass”.
It was not true, but i tried to believe in this.
My rabbit whole i was getting was deeper and deeper. Walk, feel empty, sleep, repeat.
School director let me finish with lowest grades, and i was pushed into life.
Can’t even remember correctly all the situations in that mental state like it’s blurred memory, i want but i can’t, sometimes it makes me cry.
For example I met with someone from that past and I can’t remember anything about what we have done or did even after that person say all the details.
I started working in a small store, fake smile and all of that was working for some time but not for long.
I realised that i never left the rabbit hole, that wrong circle, but i do not want to waste small chance to have any future.
I had some relationships longer or short but i couldn’t handle it because of my low self esteem. I stopped dating and things like that, still have difficulties to meet persons and I am somehow scared that i could love someone and lost someone, because everything would be my fault. That i did wrong to love someone.
After a while I notice people who said that i should do something about it, especially go to doctor.
It took me 3 years, to finally go to the psychiatrist and I was diagnosed with major depression disorder.
It’s my first month on antidepressants and even in the darkest moment i feel that there is a hope for me ( and for all who read this ) that we can fight with difficulties and start enjoing things.
Im sorry that my language is poor, but i wanted to truly leave that rock that is inside me.
I hope that You will not give up.
Peace.


































