I have only recently discovered this forum today after taking an online depression test and learning that I have severe depression-which was no surprise to me. I have had severe depression since I was at least 15 and I'm 28 so that's almost going on half of my life. 15 was when I was diagnosed with depression by the way,it's possible that I had depression way before that but for my own mental state I tell myself it started at 15.
I cannot remember a time in my life when I was happy. I have autism and that really puts a hurt on your social skills especially when you don't learn about your diagnosis until middle school from another student in the library. I wish I would have known sooner,it sure would have explained why I grew up crying myself to sleep because I was unable to make friends. Other than that,I grew up being teased and picked on in school mainly for my appearance,but also because I was awkward,shy and quiet so I made for an easy target. Needless to say,I can't recall a time in my life that I had a healthy amount of self esteem or self confidence.
Fast forward to high school years when I was homeschooled and that's when the depression and suicide thoughts really hit. I had all of the most horrible symptoms-thoughts of self harm, thoughts of suicide,nightmares,horrible mood swings,etc. I even developed an eating disorder. In August 2012,a month before I turned 17 something major happened. I had developed a very unhealthy ultimatum in my head that my only option was to either commit suicide or run away from home. I didn't really want to die because I still had hope,so I decided to run away from home and hitchhike. Believe it or not,I knew that this decision was dangerous. I had seen articles on the internet of young girls coming to very tragic ends because of hitchhiking,but in my depressed 16 year old head the thoughts of just living my life in misery outweighed those dangers. Something had to change.
Shortly after police found me,my parents eventually got me psychiatric and psychological help and I have been on wonderful prozac ever since.
Fast forward to today, I'm still severely depressed and often find myself fighting suicidal thoughts. I can't drive. I'm on disability and I don't work. I have no friends my own age and I can't see myself turning 30 in less there's a miracle.
PS: I could have went into a whole lot more detail,but I chose to keep this short.