galacticlullaby
January 16th, 2013, 06:26 AM
I've expected depression for a while. I guess I've kinda known I was depressed since it started back in May or so. It didn't really get noticeable until recently when I started sleeping all of the time, everything always hurts, I no longer have the energy to go to school almost ever, I started skipping all of my after school activities, and I've lost a dramatic amount of weight since September; enough that the teachers and school counselor have noticed, and they don't have time to pay attention to anyone. But now that they know, and they have reassured me that my hunch was right, I don't want to believe it.
Yesterday I had a meeting with the counselor, not by choice, and she told me she was calling home right then and there. I freaked out and bargained with her until she promised not to call yet. I don't really know why it freaks me out so much that she was going to call, I guess maybe because I'm afraid to admit I have a problem and I need help.
What really rubs me the wrong way though is the fact that she thought I was going to kill myself. She honestly thought I was suicidal. She made me promise I wasn't going to overdose or anything in the next couple of days before she calls home. I told her that was ridiculous and I could never do that. But it scared me because it was like she read my mind, in a way. I've been suicidal. A lot. And I can't tell anyone. It would hurt the people who love me so much. But sometimes, I swear it's the only escape.
I just don't know what to do anymore, or what to say. I have two exams coming up and I just want to forget it all and go sleep somewhere. I don't know how I'm going to get through the next couple of days. Normally it's hard, but now it's just ten times worse. I don't want to die, I just really need a way to escape all of this.
Rant over. :(
Yesterday I had a meeting with the counselor, not by choice, and she told me she was calling home right then and there. I freaked out and bargained with her until she promised not to call yet. I don't really know why it freaks me out so much that she was going to call, I guess maybe because I'm afraid to admit I have a problem and I need help.
What really rubs me the wrong way though is the fact that she thought I was going to kill myself. She honestly thought I was suicidal. She made me promise I wasn't going to overdose or anything in the next couple of days before she calls home. I told her that was ridiculous and I could never do that. But it scared me because it was like she read my mind, in a way. I've been suicidal. A lot. And I can't tell anyone. It would hurt the people who love me so much. But sometimes, I swear it's the only escape.
I just don't know what to do anymore, or what to say. I have two exams coming up and I just want to forget it all and go sleep somewhere. I don't know how I'm going to get through the next couple of days. Normally it's hard, but now it's just ten times worse. I don't want to die, I just really need a way to escape all of this.
Rant over. :(