Hi everyone,
Stupid as it may seem I was investigating "painless 0119 methods" an hour ago. I have thought about this more seriously recently, but ended dropping it out and reading some anti-suicidal texts around. I'm unsure for how long, but one thing at a time.
I've been depressed for a long time, on and off for half my life (I'm near 30 at this time), taking medication for years. Some years ago the relationship I was in ended (the girl decided to have a go with another guy) and that's when I had the first real depression breakdown. Since then I've been with other girls for some months, but I ended a relationship with a lovely caring girl and stayed in a bad relationship until I was dumped. Silly, isn't it? I guess it has to do with the depression selfdestruction tendency. Since then, months ago, I've been down and, this time, it's not an on and off thing. I've been in therapy for more than a year, it really seemed to start working until this last girl changed her mind. I still do therapy (guilty that my parents pay for it and everything else in their caring way), but, although I've come to recognize why I've been so depressed and having panic attacks (mainly due to my traumatic childhood as the son of an alcoholic father), it doesn't seem to work anymore.
This last relationship, I wish it had never happened. I got out of it convinced I'm no good, that new relationships will replay the worse way. And these days I feel I can't handle new breakups. My whole life I hoped for someone's love to "save" me, but I think that I stooped believing in that, and I'm not happy on my own. When I feel better I think of all the good things to live for, but it doesn't last long, I don't have a job nor seem able to get it and stay in it, I don't have many friends (if any, mostly they're people I know with whom I don't have much in common), my life's a mess. I've also been experiencing Post SSRI Sexual Dysfunction (which is not only due to ssri, but also for my alcohol, tobacco and cannabis addiction), so the perspectives of getting a new love are pretty slim at the moment. I stopped taking the antidepressants I was on (sertraline, thanks doc, for ignoring all my pleas regarding changing it for something which doesn't give sexual disfunction), sticking to mirtazapine alone for now, the only thing that seems to work, even though I'm already at its maximum dosage. I hope that doesn't stop working, don't feel there's much left.
The way I see things, there's only one thing that people as depressed as I am can do, and that is to hang on, trying to get better and giving it time, but it's not easy, is it? My life's perspectives, as years go by they get worse. Sometimes I cry, I try not to blame myself for having a bad childhood, for getting to know people I would be better off, etc. But then everyday it replays and it seems that I'm just doing it for others (family, for instance, it's a good reason to keep on living, but it doesn't feel enough when I'm at it everyday) and for the pride of not letting others know my life doesn't have much sense anymore. It's like my life is an unsolvable problem, yet the pressure for me to solve it is too much. I don't know.
Lenny