I've been diagnosed with depression for almost a year now. I won't go into my entire story but I think my depression developed a long time ago, when my parents got divorced when I was 3. As the years went on different things in my life changed until I reached this all time low. I was sad all the time. Always crying myself to sleep. Always having suicidal thoughts. After having a fight with my mom one night, I looked around my room for something to kill myself with. I never found anything, though. That was the first time I ever came that close to ending my life. I'd told one of my teachers about it, and he told me I needed to tell my parents. So one day I did. And that night they took me to the hospital, where I was taken to a mental institute. I was cut off from everything, stuck in this room for 12 hours a day with all these girls. In the hospital they put me on meds. I can say those were the worse days of my life. I've been on meds for about a year now, and my dosage is decreasing, & I won't have to take them soon, thank god. I see a therapist, we don't really talk about my deep mental problems. I'm doing a lot better than I was, but the depression isn't gone for good. Sorry for writing so much, and thank you for taking the time to read everyone's story.
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I know what you mean, I experience it too.
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I get anxiety. I'm definitely fine with talking to people and being around people, but to somewhat of an extent. I get really anxious talking to strangers and I always have this assumption that they just won't like me, and that leads to me feeling depressed after social encounters sometimes.
I know what you mean, I experience it too.