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Comment by Mary Cecilia Bono on April 27, 2013 at 2:40pm

My name is Mary and I don't know if I am depressed. I want to help people a lot. As of late, that seems to have gotten me into certain, situations; as my ex fiancee tired to commit suicide a lot during our relationship, I managed to get him back each time, but it got to the point where I was emotionally, physically, and mentally drained. I couldn't deal with it anymore, and I broke up with him, he committed suicide right after. After that, his mother got ahold of my cell and started texting me things like "I hope you rot in Hell bitch" and "No one will ever love you after what you did." and the like. When I got those texts, I began to believe that it was my fault for him dying. And I continue to have those thoughts... I tried to commit suicide twice, but couldn't actually shed my own blood because I thought it would be hypocritical of me to commit suicide when I also try to help prevent it. Before that, I was raped and had to have an abortion, because I wasn't ready for a child, and I don't think that I could have supported it then, or now. I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry...

Comment by Lac on April 18, 2013 at 6:50pm

My name is Michael... I've been depressed since the age of 6. I tried killing myself 2 times in my life. It hasn't been easy. I been through the divorce of my parents 2 times. My mother abandoned me as a child. I was abused physically by my dads exgirlfriend and sexually taken advantage of my kids at school (not other guys luckily, but guys helped the girls), I joined the United States Army to start a new life. to get away from all the shit I went through as a kid. But it caught back up with me. It pretty much hit me in the face for abandoning it. Trying to escape it. I feel unloved and uncared for. I feel utterly alone.

Comment by Guillaume Fontaine's soul on March 14, 2013 at 6:50pm

I'm just passing by to read all of your stories, and damn... you guys should use discussions and not comment (that's my not diagnosed and probably not real but slightly real OCD tingling) since we can't quite talk about a story if we're not in the right place. The damn wasn't for that though, the damn was for how touching they are and how we totally need to talk about them in a better place. 

I don't know much about depression if anything at all besides two not diagnosed slightly depressive years of my life during which I was incredibly ill for no reasons and couldn't eat a single thing without wanting to un-eat it afterwards. I've always been a very happy dude, well most of the time, and depression kind of interests me. Talking with you will let me know a lot more about it, and I hope that I'll be able to bring it a little ray of sunshine in this place :)

Comment by Bridget Gole on March 13, 2013 at 8:40pm

Hi folks, I'm going to weigh in with a bit about Postpartum depression. I have two kids, that pic of me is about five days before my second was born; the beautiful henna done by my sister in law. When I was pregnant with my first I was depressed but had no idea. Pregnancy does some pretty hectic things with your brain chemistry so I brushed it off. After my son was born the dark thoughts, depression, anxiety, catastrophizing etc. didn't get better, it got worse and there is nothing scarier than these dark thoughts happening when you're trying to fall in love with your child. It's debilitating. A new baby is supposed to bring joy and love and happiness to your life right? Well yes but when it's paired with depression it can spiral into so much guilt and feelings of worthlessness and inadequacy and "the baby would just do better without me anyways" kind of feelings. Money issues, unemployment for my husband (and me) moving in with my parents, unable to find an outlet (or motivation) for my creative and intellectual abilities... So I finally got help. Therapy, medication (there is no shame in medication for mental health by the way) and I got better. Then I got pregnant again and the same red flags started waving and I got help again. Then my second son was born and my husband got a job and we moved into our own place. I thought I was in the clear. But then I got worse. A lot worse. Hormonal craziness, the demand of two small children, isolation from friends and family... I went to emergency for suicidal thoughts, couldn't be left alone with the kids, couldn't even go for a walk by myself. More therapy, a change in medication and above all, involvment in the local community theatre group were the keys to pulling me out of the darkest place I have ever been in. This story is a work in progress. I have a better handle on my condition, more control over my moods and I am getting better. I talk about my depression and my experience with it every chance I get because the stigma surrounding mental illness in society today will only be removed if we talk more openly about its horrors and how we can survive and thrive through it. So, let's talk about it!

Comment by The Sophie <3 on February 21, 2013 at 8:43pm

Hi my name is Sophie and i was diagnosed with depression last year. Between the divorce of my step dad and mom, and the school change, and everything else depression ate me. I pretty much suffered dramatically. I wouldn't come out of my room for weeks. I felt worthless ( and still do) and i felt like nobody cared. I was suicidal for a while because the thoughts kept eating me up. I also was a cutter for a while. I have stopped the cutting and i have learned that life is beautiful but i still have the other effects. Anyone can message me or friend me if there battling depression. My goal this year and for the rest of my life is to bring a smile on a persons face a day. Just because of what ive been through. I dont let any of my friends feel like i do because i dont want anyone else to go through it. Just message me if you need me :D