Hi! I’m a long time survivor of depression and anxiety, but am new at this “talking about it” thing. I’ve dealt with my issues pretty much by myself for my entire life. However, I feel that I need to share my story to move forward with my healing with regards to new information I’ve learned about my life.
As a child, I can remember being distant and extremely sad. My early memories of school are crying in class everyday because I was so overcome by my depressive thoughts. Around 12 years old, my school forced my parents to get me therapy after I threatened to kill myself on an online hotline for kids struggling with emotions. In reality, I wanted that to happen. I had previously asked my parents to take me to therapy, but no one ever did until they were forced to.
Not long before that, I was sexually abused by my fathers coworker/friend. My parents removed me from the situation after people started noticing something weird was going on. No charges were ever filed and the guy still showed up every once in a while. I recently found out that my dad was actually taking money from the guy when it was happening. My dad says he gave the money back, but the guy is still allowed around me. I’m not sure what to think.
Honestly, I was starting to feel better when I reached college. I was becoming the first in my family to obtain a college degree and was pursuing my dreams. But then, my dad started having an affair with someone I had previously confided in about my parents rocky relationship. I felt responsible for my mother’s grief. My parents never had a happy relationship and we all knew it would fail eventually, but I had always thought of my dad as an upstanding guy. But he kicked us out twice to move this girl with her kid in and started become verbally and physically violent. He became negligent and then I found out about the money he took. His side of the immediate family hates me and would never believe me if I told them what he did.
I have an okay job now, my degree, and I live a stable environment. I should be happier, but I can’t bring myself to get over the past. I cry at night and drown in my sadness daily. I hope to overcome this someday in the relatively near future. I know people in the world are going through worse than I ever have. Sometimes I feel like I’m not entitled to my depression and that makes it worse. I’m sorry and thank you.