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It would be nice if there was something like chat roulette for depressed people to chat whit each other
That… Could work both ways and in a terrible bad way. People would just agree to do harm to themselves so they are not lonely while doing it, or if someone fails to help someone else they’d feel terrible because they were unable to help.
I see the appeal though.
There’s blah therapy at least. I never tried but know it’s a thing
sounds good but i do still prefer the russian roulette put one bullet in a gun and let’s see whose head is blasted with it first
Oh my gosh! I so had to do this. I first realized I was “stuck” in depression in the fall of 1998. I wasn’t able to gain an accurate diagnosis until after 2005. No one would take my word for it…
It’s why we all fake it so much. No one really wants to hear the details. And it ends up being our fault no matter what.
I’ve had the same experience with depression and ADD.
Oh my god this hits the nail on the head. I’ve been living with depression since I was 12, I tried talking to my mom several times throughout middle school and high school, she would just shoot me down saying “You’re just being melodramatic” “If you were really depressed you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed” “You’re just trying to get out of xyz” “Stop being lazy” “Well what do you want me to do about it” and my personal favorite “Everyone your age feels that way. I learned to just not say anything about how shitty I was feeling. I am 21 now and a few months ago I started seeing a therapist and she officially diagnosed me with depression. I’m still on my moms health insurance so I figured I should send her a text to let her know what was up, and some delusional part of me was hoping she would be understanding and supportive. Well I mean she was but she literally said “I’ve known something was off, you changed a lot around the time you were 13, I just never knew what. Why didn’t you say anything earlier” I was so angry and dumbfounded, I just didn’t respond to her. I am still screaming at the situation on another plane of existence.