Why cant things be like they were when I wasn’t depressed. When j could have worry free fun with friends. When I could be care free. When both me and my friends were happy? On the bus today I was asked who I like better, my abusive ex-stepfather or my verbally abusive psychotic mother. I picked my stepfather in an instant. That answer didn’t even shock me. I’m not sure why. It should. Either way life is hell and its not getting better. But does anyone care to help me? No.
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Have you asked for help?
I have had a therapist for hmmm, almost six years. I have been to a mental hospital twice. Zoloft, prozac, trazadone, nothing works.
My friends know out of all of my close friends only one tries to help.
How old are you?
Demmissio,
I’ve had really bad experiences with therapists.. They always try to blame everything on my father and/or push religion on me. Do you trust your current one? Are you able to speak freely?
I don’t think pills work. Your mind is the problem, injecting more shit into it isn’t going to make it better.. sorry, I can’t really offer too much advice because I go through it myself. if you need a friend, you can come to me any time.
Well ililesloths, my mother hasn’t allowed me to see my therapist for two months. I’m assuming its because I know I could get my father to have custody of me with her help. My mother refuses to give up custody of me or my siblings when none of us like her.
And blackhole, why exactly does my age matter?