I am seeing a councellor and talking helps a little but just a little and i am sure anti depressants do the same, help just a little. I dont know I think depression is terminal and you just have t learn to live with it the best you can and not allow it to kill you

Or maybe I am wrong and I can live in hope that one day I will wake up and be happy

its very complex its a mental disease and a disease thats not very curable

Dear Tabitha-
Thank you for sharing your thoughts, situation, life and reality. I fully agree that many do not understand the depth of anguish, horror, despair and anguish that exists for a number of people with severe depression. I feel this way now, in a current state of suicidal tendancies. I’ve tried a myriad of medications and treatments for various diagnosis’ since the onset of puberty at 14 years old. It helps to know that I am not alone. I would not wish this personal hell on even my worst enemy, and I have yet to understand what purpose this life lesson is supposed to serve. My depression has worsened over the years and my suicide attempts and/or thoughts have seemed to be increased in the last year. I have sought appropriate help. I feel I have tried a ridculous amount of things without real relief. I figure that with the influx and exponential growth of medical, technological and pharmaceutical advances in the last 20 or even 10 years, there has be something just around the corner. All I can do is wait and hope for whatever cocktail of assistance I can find. Again, I find comfort in knowing I am not alone in treatment resistant depression.

Those thoughts and words are clearly spoken from someone who has not lived with depression everyday looming and crawling like an infestation of locust.

I am not talking about the seasonal depression or the situational depression but long-term unprovoked depression that grips you like the Boston strangler at any time, any place for no reason at all.

Depression is no respector of person, it is not something that only attack the poor, ugly or drug addicted. Even the rich and famous suffer fromt this devastating and greatly misunderstood disease.

I have been depressed since about four years old. I have been in treatment eager to get well and I am still in treatment hoping for that magic cure. I have a great job, great perks, a home and a good education but everyday like my skin, like my shadow and night it rises with me.

Good morning heartache and for no reason I feel that death is the only cure for this slow and deadly killer. It is like dying with a terminal disease, yet it can’t be detected on a MRI, Catscan or through blood work. No one believes you they just say pray, get over it, cheer up, talk to someone…

Easier said then done because I never know when the grenade in my mind will explode and cause me to fall in a downward spiral. To complicated even more is the situational depression that attaches itself to me like an unwanted in-law because of the peoples looks, the doctors disbelief and my failure to prove to everyone that I am not just crazy but their is really something causing me to feel this way.

My body hurts and is weak and tired because my brain searches for physical reasons for the pain experienced in the membranes of my brain. So my brain convinces my body that my heart hurts, that my stomach aches that I have a migraine, that my joints are swollen that I can’t walk or have a flu.

Yet everyday I take my medication and see my psychiatrist only to hope this nightmare will soon end.

i remember when the scouter said my power level was under 9000 i wanted 2 kill myself.all i could think about was how id never become a super saiyan and i just didnt want 2 live anymore. then i read ur artical and realized all ihad 2 do was train even harder!!!!!!!!!11

thanks!