Posted: May 18, 08 12:55am
I know I am young compared to most.. if not all.. of you here, but I have dealt with depression since I was 8. I am telling my story not for sympathy, but so you will understand what I have been through and not cast my advice away as worthless because of my youth.
I don't remember a whole lot from before the age of 8, but I remember watching my mom and dad fight and argue. My mom would scream and throw stuff; my dad would yell, but was never abusive to my memory; but I do remember one thing. I remember one time my dad picked up about a five pound weight (the circular kind you use to lift weights with) and threw it at my mom. It hit her leg, a bad bruise but nothing more. Me and my brothers called the cops crying, but didn't know what to say. They came and took my dad away. Thats when my mom decided it was time for a divorce.
When I was about 7 my mom started dating the man who is currently my "stepfather". I won't go into details, but the man had a wandering eye. Not only did he cheat on my mom with numerous trashy women, he was visiting me in the middle of the night when nobody would know. He did this from about when I was 8 give or take a few months until I was 13- almost 14.
Throughout that time span he had done/tried numerous things with me. I don't know exactly how many times; I only remember a handful (about 15 occurrences) but when I finally pressed charges when I was 16 they showed me his confession after he had been taken into custody and my statement had been reported; he said he abused me at least once a week.
He had tried anal and oral numerous times; I remember once or twice he asked me if I was ready for sex but I refused. He always told me that he loved me and asked me if I loved him too; sometimes I said yes just so he would gt it over with and leave me alone, but most times I would say no. Once he gave me some pills but I don't remember what they did or what happened afterwards.
Throughout those years my mother never knew.
Only when I was 13 did she start asking questions. I never answered; never said yes or no when she asked. Instead I got angry and violent and told her to leave me alone. On October 8 of 2002, my mother sent me away to live with my aunt and uncle. Around the end of November that same year I wrote a letter to my mom telling her about everything, and told the rest of my family. My mom married that man a month laterr; my family has never forgiven her.
Throughout all that time, I was constantly picked on and cast out by my peers at school. I had one good friend and a gaggle of girls who were nice to me because they felt sorry for me; because I grew up in home different then others. I was beat up on by the boys at school; never anything seriously damaging like punching or kicking, just slapped and pushed around like a ragdoll (which did more mental and emotional damage than physical).
Through the years of age 14 to now; I have dealt with SERIOUS bouts of depression. I tried to poison myself with iodine once; and have self-mutilated myself over and over again. I have many scars, physical; mental; and emotional. The worse are the physical. They are raised and pink, and stuck there forever. My mental state is just fine; my emotional a little shaky but improving with every day.
I spent about 1 year in therapy. The rest of the healing I have done on my own. I do not take anti-depressants. I am not depressed and negative every day; I am happy. I have found love both in God and my wonderful boyfriend whom I live with, he makes me smile every day. He understands what I have been through and is very patient with me whenever I do get a little emotional.
I'm not perfect, and its not easy; I got depressed and cut myself about 2 months ago. My boyfriend had a panick attack and told me never to do it again; I love him so much and it meant a lot that somebody cared so that thoughts like those don't really even pass through my head anymore.
Depression is not easy to live with; but you have to REALLY want to be happy, to leave it behind; to begin healing. Its hard not to throw in the towel and give in to it and pout and mope all day; but the fight is very much worth it. If you are depressed and have had numerous bad things happen throughout you life think of this; You have dealt through way worse pain than what depression brings on; you can overcome anything.
If you happen to be one of the rare people who are depressed and don't know why try to think of this; think of all the blessings and wonderful things in your life. Think of all the people who deal with depression and do know why; and what their reasons are.
Not meaning to belittle anyone's problems; but sometimes seeing that someone else's life is way worse makes you wake up a little bit; smell the coffee. Then you realize that yoiu shouldn't be so depressed.
Post up what helps you cope with depression and makes you happy; vent and share your stories if you want. I want this discussion to help people get ideas of how to overcome depression. Not everyone is the same; my methods may work for some but not others.
And if you have a problem and just want a good listener; I have a good ear and a tight-lipped mouth.















