Posted 9/5/2015 3:28 AM (GMT 0)
Hi Emelly,
I know exactly how you feel. I essentially was bed bound for 3 months because I was so depressed and anxious. I lived in my pajamas 24/7. I don't have social anxiety, but in the few times I tried to go out and be "normal" I hated it because I felt like a shell of a person who was just kind of floating around and being in the way. I also envied people when they laughed, because I couldn't figure out how to get joy in my life.
I'm sorry none of your friends understand. I hid from my friends the entire time I was depressed, because I figured they wouldn't understand. One of my friends tried to smother me with sympathy, and I was just like "I need to rest now, talk to you later." That was my excuse any time anyone wanted to talk with me. After awhile everyone left me alone, which is exactly what I wanted.
The way I got out of the hole was with an anti-depressant and a mood stabilizer (and a lot of fear and crying). Honestly, I didn't think I would ever get better. That's the point of view you have while you are depressed. You feel hopeless, like a failure, and you aren't as valuable because you're defective. I changed my point of view on that even while I was depressed. I told myself "you're just sick, this isn't your fault. Give yourself a break, you are going to heal, so just take it one day at a time."
The highlight of each day was taking my pills, because I knew eventually they would fix whatever chemical imbalance was in my head. And then one day I woke up and the morning wasn't as horrible as the day before and I thought "Oh. I think I might be a little tiny bit better." So I started journaling my progress by using a scale from 1-10 on my mood, and writing down how I felt each morning, day, and night. As I improved, I was able to look back at my progress and realize that I was indeed getting better. It was also good to write everything down that I was feeling, because it was somehow comforting to keep a record of it.
Be patient and love yourself, even your insides. The real you is still in there somewhere... you are just currently being taken hostage by depression and anxiety.
-Cat