Depression (Page 7)

loaded1970_pl
loaded1970_pl: Gm everyone
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loaded1970_pl
loaded1970_pl: I am reaching out to ppl in Kingston a friend of mine is missing in action. Its not like him to just disappear. If anyone knows or has heard of him could you please message me back. Is name is Stu
Stuart Mitchell if anyone knows him or has seen him in the few weeks please contact me on fb my name is Philip Loader
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KarenSky1998 
KarenSky1998: Best of luck Philip
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KarenSky1998 
KarenSky1998: Have u had any luck ??
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blackvelvet5159
blackvelvet5159: Did you find your missing friend?
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KarenSky1998 
KarenSky1998: Loaded, how's it going ??
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blackvelvet5159
blackvelvet5159: Nothing is good here. Lost a friend. How is everyone else doing?
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KarenSky1998 
KarenSky1998: I'm good, but haven't heard from Loaded over a month now....Hope his friend is ok
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qrious4u2
qrious4u2: @blackvelvet5159: Hang in there. I wish you a lot of strength in this dark moment.
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KarenSky1998 
KarenSky1998: Has no one heard anything??
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wh855669
wh855669: I have suffered depression since I was a child, I thought the way I felt was normal and thought everyone felt the way I did. Back then no one in the deep south knew to much about depression and knew nothing of treatment. At times I was always getting into trouble and my dad would tear me up and I was only like 4 years old. In school I was always getting into fights and many other things. I did not do well at all in school as far as grades. I had some learning disorders also. I did know until I was 16.5 years old I had depression. I got into a fight and got my nose broke and when I went into the hospital to get my nose operated on I was in the bed and all of a sudden I got the blind cord and made a hangmen's loose thinking kind of crazy and the doctor walked in and got very alarmed. When I was released the doctor asked my mom and dad to come because he wanted to talk to them. I did not go with them that day when they went to talk to the doctor. I was standing on the river bridge thinking crazy when they got back from the doctor. He told them that I was suffering from depression and told my dad to go easy on me or I would kill myself. I only thing that made me feel better was working as hard as I could go and that give me a lift but after work I would be back down again and then I started drinking and that help but got me into a lot of dangerous situations. In 1973 I married and had problem in the marriage problem which drove me to try and kill myself with the car, police took me to the metal hospital because they could not control me, all that happened in 1975. I stayed on med's but come off of them when my wife and I finely settled, She died in 1977 and I had to take the med's for a while then stopped. Then in 1980 my dad died and I had to go back in the hospital again for different med's and after a while I come off of them because work was the only thing that seemed to help the most. I worked for Kraft food for 27 years and I tried different drugs to give he a boost when not working. I did good for a while but the med's stopped working but in 1993 Kraft shut the Decatur plant down where I worked and then they sent me to Sealtest and they closed that down and I went into a nose dive in went back into the hospital. They put me on med's that to harsh to stay on and then Kraft got me on at the warehouse and things leveled out because the work kept me hyped up and worse come to worse, I had a car break so bad they thought I was dead and called the fatality police to investigate my death, I was gone for 15 minutes and I game to and was hurt real bad from head to toe. It took me two years to recover. I stayed on med's of different kinds until they stopped working then tried ECT but did not work, I got back on some drugs that barely because the work pretty much retired me and had no way to Hyde myself up and in 2019 of November. I don't know what I came down with something but did not know what was it but it messed up all my joints and I got so depressed drugs just made it worse. Finely in July I read about TMS and I figured it was my last option before I just give up and die. I found a doctor that used the technology and tried it, I can feel some depressed now but not near like it'd been for most of my life, my only problem know is sleep, I go on about 4 to 5 hour a night but still have some energy.
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qrious4u2
qrious4u2: @wh855669: That's a hell of a story. I hope you can find some relief. I really hope you get better although you have a heavy history that would make one hopeless.
Hang in. try to focus on the things that you do enjoy. And don't forget; no-one can get you out your depression, you have to do that yourself with aid of others.
I wish you the very best. Success.
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wh855669
wh855669: The TMS solved a lot of my problems, The only thing I deal with now is sleep but most anxiety and depression is under control. I still have my up's and downs but not anywhere as near to what I was feeling before.
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qrious4u2
qrious4u2: That's good news.
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qrious4u2
qrious4u2: It's tough to get out of a depression, but 99% of the hard work you have to do yourself.
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badhabits_81
badhabits_81: I have been suffering with Chronic Depression since I was young. I am currently 44 years old and lately I feel like I can't control it. As I said I had it basically my whole life, I witnessed my mother being physically abused by my father on multiple occasions and at time I blamed myself for not doing anything to help. I did go to therapy for it but I do not remember why it stopped. In 1997 I joined the Air Force and that is when it got worse. I was diagnosed with it in the military and I got an Honorable discharge in April 2000. In 2004 my cousin, my best friend took his own life. I had support and honestly I am not sure how I made it to accept it. It was a long time before I went to his grave. In, I wanna say 2016 but could be wrong, I lost the main glue that kept me together, my Grandmother. I was in total pieces but at that time my husband kept me together and let me heal as much as I could. In 2018 my marriage, not legally yet, ended. We are still friends, in fact, and this gonna sound weird or odd, I am living with him and his new bf and his mother. Technically, him and I are still married but we never go any further rhan that. Now, and for some reason, this is the hardest of all that, January 1, 2021 @ 10:36am, I of all people, found my cousin, Eric, dead in his bathroom. Eric was the most kindest person to anyone. To me, he was the person who kept me together, who actually knew me for me, who made sure nobody fucked with me, who would and did give me his last dollar to get food or something at work. He was my rock of all rocks in my life. Well, if you are reading this you can only imagine what that did to me, but take that imagination and multiple it by 1,000 minimum. So not only do I have to try and heal and mourn buy I also got my job coming at me with retaliation for reporting them for Discrimination. Eventually they won and found a way to let me go. My problem is trying to move forward and just when I think or believe I am or can, I get stuck. I have turned to medication but the numbness fades and I'm still here. So right now, currently, I am in my room, like I been since last year, I go out for a walk or somethjng once in a while or when I have to, lost my friends or so called friends and I cry and think and cry. I would like to say Thank You for letting me share this with you all and for taking time to read it. I figure I'd try and write it down or out and see how it helps.
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