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Hi all, I'm new to this group, but I just needed a place to vent tonight. I'm really stressed out, depressed and upset right now, and I thought posting here - where people might understand - would possibly help. :shrug:
I was diagnosed with clinical depression five years ago (although to be honest, I think I've been suffering from it since I was about eight or nine years old - I'm 21 now). I went through some counseling/talk therapy, and that didn't really seem to help, so my doctor prescribed Zoloft for me. It works pretty well for me, but it's still kind of difficult to know how to adjust my dose to compensate for the seasons, and I think that's part of my problem right now. It's a fine line - too much and I'm always sleepy, too little and I get depressed. At the moment, though, I think most of my problem is situational.
One month ago today, my friend Danny was buried. :cry: Some of you Lounge lizards (can I call y'all that?) might remember me talking about him earlier - he was a friend of mine from high school who joined the Marines after graduation, and was killed in Iraq on Valentine's Day at the age of 19. I hadn't seen him much since I graduated (he was a year behind me in school), but I did run into him at the mall a summer or two ago, and that was the last time I saw him alive. :cry: Even though we weren't super close, he was a good friend and one hell of a great guy, and I miss him like crazy every day. Today - one month after he was lowered into the ground and his grieving mother presented with a ceremonially folded flag - would have been his half-birthday.
On top of that, last night I found out that my mom might have thyroid cancer. She said not to be too worried about it - they don't know for sure that it's cancer, but they're probably going to remove her thyroid just in case, and it seems to be a fairly safe and routine thing...I can't help but worry, though. Sure, she'll probably be fine, but she's my mom and she might have cancer, and that freaks me out a little. She already had a cancer scare a few years ago when her mammogram revealed an anomaly in one of her breasts - thankfully it wasn't cancerous, but the waiting and the wondering was a rough time for all of us, especially with her family history (her mother died at age 36 of leukemia, and a few of her other relatives have suffered from cancer). So there's that.
And then there is all the work I have to do for school. I have a six-page midterm due in less than twelve hours, and I've only written about a paragraph so far. I just can't concentrate or make myself care about the topic at hand - it just seems so unimportant and valueless, like I'm totally wasting my time. I've been feeling that way about a lot of my schoolwork lately, even with the subjects I generally enjoy. It's just like there's so much work to do...and for what? :shrug: I have the worst time with theory classes, since they don't seem to relate to ANYTHING (I'm an anthropology major, and we are required to take certain classes on the theories of the discipline - boring as all hell, to be honest). I just can't get myself to be motivated for any of this crap at all. I just want to get away from it all for a while - just go to sleep, or something, and not have to deal with it. I'm not really considering suicide; I'm not anywhere near that stage yet, but I just want to get away from it all for a few days.
All the stress of everything that's been going on is getting to me, and I find myself really wanting to pick up a plastic knife and reinforce the pale scar on my wrist. I know cutting is bad and it will solve nothing, and I haven't done it for a few months at least, so I don't want to get back into the habit. But it's hard. I keep thinking about it, because for me it was a sort of stress relief. (I never cut deep - barely drew blood at all, and I was always careful to clean the scratch afterwards.) I'm not sure how, but it sort of made me feel...vindicated, I guess? :shrug:
Anyway, so I guess what I'm asking is this: Does anybody here self-injure (or has anyone done it in the past), and if so, how do you distract yourself and/or fight the urge to do it again? :shrug: It's not quite an addiction with me, but I feel like it could turn into one if I'm not careful. (Oh, and I did see a therapist about this when I first started doing it a few years ago - she was not helpful at all, basically told me that I was stupid for cutting and that I needed to get a boyfriend. :grr: ) Thanks for taking the time to read this, and I appreciate your input. Peace.
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