I'm a senior in high school, and before you close out of this thinking I'm too young to know what I'm talking about, I just ask you read this and please give me some advice. My 9th grade year I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder and would often become suicidal...my parents knew this, after two notebooks I had written full of suicidal poems, and they did nothing. My 10th grade year, my mom thought I was fat so told me to take this prescription diet pill phetermine (I had no idea what it was, I just knew I lost weight and that was good) (37.5 mg of it and im only 110 pounds) and I honestly believe for that reason, I was always "jacked" you could say, and the depressive episodes became less and less. I stopped taking it after learning exactly what it was, and met the love of my life, who has helped me through everything. but for almost a year now, i haven't felt the high of life, I have felt dull, empty. I can't cry, but can't really laugh either. I'm confused. Poems used to be my outlet, but words dont really have the same comfort they used too. I've told my parents I need help and they say I'm too analytical of my feelings and that ill get better in time. If someone could just give me some advice, that'd be great.
Well, your parents sound like they don't know jack shit about psychology--not to mention how to maintain a kid's self esteem. A diagnosis is always helpful, but don't let it define who you really are (kudos to Dr. Phil on that one ). I've been depressed, of course, and the hardest part is always to remember that you're not alone. I know it sounds cheesy, but we've all been there. I usually spend my friday and saturday nights at home. I hate dancing, I don't drink/do drugs, so that basically means I have no social life, as I'm currently a college student (and apparently my peers have never heard of any other activity.) I love to write, but I personally have a hard time writing my feelings down, so don't feel like something "should" make you feel better. I find keeping myself as busy as possible makes it better, because then I don't really have time to mope. You could try medication, it works for some people. I'm currently on prozac and I don't feel "numb" at all. But to each his own. I hope you feel better, and really--a parent calling their kid fat? That's fucked up. You probably shouldn't count on them for advice any time in the near future, sorry to have to say that. PM me if you want. -Kate
thanks, it just hurts sometimes, i guess making that transition from your parents being the ones you trust and get everything from, to the ones who hurt you the most/don't know how to help you. oh and u know whats funny? my moms a psychologist. she doesnt work anymore, shes a housewife, but yeah, she has her masters in psychology and worked at our local mental health clinic in town for 6 years.
That sounds awful. I kinda know what it feels like not be able to confide to your parents for help. My mom hasn't been in my life since I was 5 and my dad is just hard to talk to and.... he gives crapy advice (ex: "So you want to die, then let's both kill each other and get it over with."). I went through a very hard time in highschool, and it seemed that I had no one to talk to. It felt a little better to write things down or even just to talk things out to myself. But it still hurt like hell. By all means if you want to talk PM me, I'd love to have another friend. =)
wow ... your mom's a psychologist and did that to you? damn. i really feel your pain. your parents do sound like they have been really horrible to you. i had issues with my parents too, as when i started smoking (cigs not weed) my mom even threatened to kick me out of the house and leave me homeless. needless to say the next day i attempted suicide. i would never think you don't know what you are talking about because you are still in high school. i've been there. i remember being so depressed when i was 8 years old that i wanted to hurt myself and possibly kill myself. i too used to write when i was most depressed ... but i have lost the ability to put what i feel into words as well. personally i don't have as many lows now, but i'm older and been on many different meds and my life is totally different now so i can heal. and i moved about 5,000 miles away from my parents to get some much needed distance. if you ever want to talk .. feel free to drop me a line. but try not to give up on yourself. life can get better. oh ... and talk to your doctor about your feelings .. not your parents. that 'you're too analytical about your feelings ... it will all go away in time' is utter BS - to be blunt. if anything, i know my feelings didn't go away they became worse .. i felt trapped living at home with my parents ... and ended up in a bad relationship for 6 years that i'm still recovering from and have nightmares about. just don't give up.
Im going threw some bad shit as well dude. Don't wory time heals all wounds. As for your mom being a shrink my best friends mom is one as well and all she has done is made his life worst so thats nothing new.
For like the last 11 months I have been telling my parents I need help. They know how depressed I am. But they haven't done a damn thing about it. I don't have any kind of outlet, like writing or anything. And I don't have anyone to talk to about any of the shit I feel. I'll never forgive my parents for not getting me help. I'm sorry that your parents don't do shit either to help you. There's no real advice I could give you, just know that you're not alone in shit like this. There are alot of people who understand what you're going through. I hope that helps a little bit.
