Mine joining here comes after an attempted suicide. I swallowed a bunch of pills with the intent of never waking up again. I did, obviously, and since then, have taking the steps to try and get myself better. This is one of them.
I've been battling depression for more than a decade, but until recently, have always dealt with the struggle on my own. I've had days where I struggled to get out of bed and just as many where I didn't, but I always managed to get by. I had peaks followed by valleys. Lately though, it's gotten to the point where the valleys feel so deep, I struggle to see why I should even bother trying to get out. I've been talking with a therapist and have been feelings slightly better as of late, but I know I have a long way to go.
I guess things have just compounded over the years. It's gotten to the point recently where I've struggled to separate my issues with depression with other aspects of my life. I'm a 28-year-old college student desperately trying to make up for lost time and have fallen behind in my coursework. The semester ends next week, and I've handed in no assignments. I've basically stopped going to class at this point. My professors have been understanding. They've agreed to give me an "incomplete" for now, which essentially gives me time to make up missing work, but that has only made me feel worse about things. Like I've been given some kind of handout where others have had to put in the work. It sucks.
My therapist and a few friends I've been talking with have all told me that I shouldn't feel this way; that it's not my fault things have gotten so bad. Depression, they say, is a disease. But I'm having trouble accepting that. As I said before, I've been dealing with this for years but have always gotten by.
I feel like I'm rambling. I don't mean to. I don't talk about this stuff often, but when I do, I notice things just come flooding out. Again, I'm just trying to get to a better place.