addictedtoyou
Aug 10, 2010, 01:30 PM
All right this might be complicated to fully explain, as I have never thought about it thoroughly; however several times I promised myself I would come here, write a description of my problem, hope for some answers and suggestions, then get help, because I have realized that if I cannot get help for this problem, I have no ambition to live.
I think I am clinically depressed, but I'm scared to tell anyone because it seems like everyone is "depressed" these days, and I don't think people will take me seriously. I'm nineteen, attending a very prestigious university, living downtown in a decently large city, am very popular and beautiful, and come from a decently wealthy family... so why should I be depressed? I have the world at my fingers. Except my life has really gone down hill the past eight months.
As a teen I always smoked pot occasionally, I am a party animal and so are a lot of my friends, but since this past November I have become a huge pot head. Mainly all my money goes to weed and booze, and I get high about 10 times a day. When people find out that I smoke pot they can't believe it, and all of my university friends have no idea of the party lifestyle I live back at home. If I don't have weed I get upset and depressed. I feel like I have to constantly be stoned, weather it be to clean the house, write an essay, or lay in bed, I would rather do it high. Weed is my crutch and its scary to realize how addicted I have become to it, yet I have no intention or desire to stop. I think this is partially linked with my depression.
As for my depression, this summer I have hit an ultimate low. I don't think I have ever been this depressed in my entire life, and I have hit some pretty rocky bottoms when my dad was married to his ex-wife, my parents divorce, etc. The thing is, that this summer I have everything I could possibly want to be happy, yet every day I find myself laying in bed, smoking weed, and watching movies. I used to always be surrounded by friends and people and now I find that I would rather spend my Friday night inside my room alone watching movies and smoking pot then out at the bars or parties with my friends. Deep down I dread hanging out with people and need to plan nights for myself to be alone. I stay up all night by myself and sleep until 1-2 in the afternoon. I find myself thinking that I have too many friends and wishing that less people would ask me to hang out. I cry a lot and for the longest time I was plagued with thoughts of death. I still wish I would just die, because I don't think I have the ability to live. I have such a great shot at life, yet I have no ambition to live it. I fantasized about dying in car accidents. It wasn't until I was on my balcony one day that I realized I was suicidal. I had been plagued with thoughts of early death for a few months and I was staring down (from 16 floors) at the people, when I started thinking about jumping. I thought about jumping for about a minute before I backed away suddenty and was overwhelmed because I realized that it wasn't normal to think about death this way. That's when I started to realize I have a problem, but this is actually the first time I have ever acknowledged it. Whenever it comes into my mind I show it out, and the only way I can every truly discover stuff is by writing, so sorry that this is getting drawn on. Another problem is that I have terrible body image. Growing up with an anorexic mom made body image so important to me. I am 5'5 and 141 pounds... I hate my body. I have also done a lot of coke and mdma this summer in attempts to lose weight... last year I was down to 128 lbs when my friends and I were doing a lot of ecstasy, and although I know working out and eating properly is the right way to do it (I have done this in the past to lose weight with success) starving myself and doing appetite surpressing drugs is the easier way out. I am extremely lazy and dread doing anything that involves leaving my apartment, even the recycling... pathetic, I know :(. When I am not doing drugs I am eating a lot of junk food. I have also been playing video games and watching movies, mainly just laying around to not do anything... my life has become worthless and I have absolutely no ambition to live, I can't even take my future seriously because in the back of my mind I plan to just off myself before school is finished. I know I am going back in September and this is honestly my last chance to get some answers and get on some medication and start taking steps forward in my life. My biggest fear is that people will listen to what I am saying, and think I am making it up for attention... please don't think that... I am actually scared.
I think I am clinically depressed, but I'm scared to tell anyone because it seems like everyone is "depressed" these days, and I don't think people will take me seriously. I'm nineteen, attending a very prestigious university, living downtown in a decently large city, am very popular and beautiful, and come from a decently wealthy family... so why should I be depressed? I have the world at my fingers. Except my life has really gone down hill the past eight months.
As a teen I always smoked pot occasionally, I am a party animal and so are a lot of my friends, but since this past November I have become a huge pot head. Mainly all my money goes to weed and booze, and I get high about 10 times a day. When people find out that I smoke pot they can't believe it, and all of my university friends have no idea of the party lifestyle I live back at home. If I don't have weed I get upset and depressed. I feel like I have to constantly be stoned, weather it be to clean the house, write an essay, or lay in bed, I would rather do it high. Weed is my crutch and its scary to realize how addicted I have become to it, yet I have no intention or desire to stop. I think this is partially linked with my depression.
As for my depression, this summer I have hit an ultimate low. I don't think I have ever been this depressed in my entire life, and I have hit some pretty rocky bottoms when my dad was married to his ex-wife, my parents divorce, etc. The thing is, that this summer I have everything I could possibly want to be happy, yet every day I find myself laying in bed, smoking weed, and watching movies. I used to always be surrounded by friends and people and now I find that I would rather spend my Friday night inside my room alone watching movies and smoking pot then out at the bars or parties with my friends. Deep down I dread hanging out with people and need to plan nights for myself to be alone. I stay up all night by myself and sleep until 1-2 in the afternoon. I find myself thinking that I have too many friends and wishing that less people would ask me to hang out. I cry a lot and for the longest time I was plagued with thoughts of death. I still wish I would just die, because I don't think I have the ability to live. I have such a great shot at life, yet I have no ambition to live it. I fantasized about dying in car accidents. It wasn't until I was on my balcony one day that I realized I was suicidal. I had been plagued with thoughts of early death for a few months and I was staring down (from 16 floors) at the people, when I started thinking about jumping. I thought about jumping for about a minute before I backed away suddenty and was overwhelmed because I realized that it wasn't normal to think about death this way. That's when I started to realize I have a problem, but this is actually the first time I have ever acknowledged it. Whenever it comes into my mind I show it out, and the only way I can every truly discover stuff is by writing, so sorry that this is getting drawn on. Another problem is that I have terrible body image. Growing up with an anorexic mom made body image so important to me. I am 5'5 and 141 pounds... I hate my body. I have also done a lot of coke and mdma this summer in attempts to lose weight... last year I was down to 128 lbs when my friends and I were doing a lot of ecstasy, and although I know working out and eating properly is the right way to do it (I have done this in the past to lose weight with success) starving myself and doing appetite surpressing drugs is the easier way out. I am extremely lazy and dread doing anything that involves leaving my apartment, even the recycling... pathetic, I know :(. When I am not doing drugs I am eating a lot of junk food. I have also been playing video games and watching movies, mainly just laying around to not do anything... my life has become worthless and I have absolutely no ambition to live, I can't even take my future seriously because in the back of my mind I plan to just off myself before school is finished. I know I am going back in September and this is honestly my last chance to get some answers and get on some medication and start taking steps forward in my life. My biggest fear is that people will listen to what I am saying, and think I am making it up for attention... please don't think that... I am actually scared.