Duly noted; apologies for the assumption.

I think a lot of people fail to seek help when they ought to because they don't take their own symptoms seriously, or they're humiliated by them. It's a very different story though, when you've recovered from depression. Convincing people to help themselves is nearly as hard as actually having depression.

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That's true, there is not much that would pull me out of the darkness when I was depressed. I didn't even acknowledge I was depressed until someone beat it into me that I was destroying myself. I'm so glad I'm happy again, because I could never see myself being happy as I was at 17.

Thats the opposite for me. I knew right away. And when my parents told me they both had problems with it their entire lives it just made it worse.

Im sure im not the only one but whenever I see people who I know have it pretty easy and are most likely just unhappy or sad for a period of time talking about how depressed and such they are I get extremely angry. I guess because it almost makes a mockery of what people who are truly depressed and at rock bottom go through and the resolve it takes to rise above it. Call it pretentious, duechy, or whatever but I always feel that way.

I dont tell anyone unless they ask but I am extremely proud of how depressed I have been for much of my adult life. It puts things that go wrong in my life in perspective. I think anyone who has been severely depressed can handle a tough situation much better than your average joe. I also realizre that intense feeling of despair is quite often just your clouded thought process making things hazy.

For me to call myself depressed would probably be a joke. I'm sad. There's a massive difference. Although what I do to myself may be called 'self-destruction' I go through phases of it quite often.

Well now it's been really nice (still unseasonably warm and lots of sun), but I still feel relatively the same. I don't know if it's depression, but I think it's more apt to be anxiety. I know I have issues with anxiety, so that seems more likely I think.

Actually, after doing some quick research, I've found that they're related. People with anxiety issues tend to have some degree of depression, and vice versa. I think I'll definitely focus on anxiety. The constant sighing, constant worrying, and that constant feeling of having your stomach in knots for no reason has gotten quite old.

I got my ****ed up from both of my parents.

My mother just has seasonal depression, but it's pretty severe. She'll go through days with me having to remind her to do laundry or leave lunch money out for my little sister (13) which is pretty distressing.

My dad is bipolar, something I inherited from him. He is currently living in an apartment away from my mom (as of three days ago) which has left me to do all of the damage control.

I'm 24 years old with no health insurance. I am currently un-medicated and rapid-cycling bipolar.

As of right now, I'm hypo-manic and right with the world. I worry, though, that if I hit a depressive skid soon, my mother, who is a nurse, will have no one to depend on to make sure my little sister gets to school, gets breakfast, lunch, and dinner, that our animals are taken care of...

I mean, when I hit a depressive state, it's a miracle if I'm ambitious enough to shower. I'm really worried about how things are going to go when I'm too depressed to get out of bed and take care of my baby sister.

I really wish my parents could work things out, but my dad kind of ****ed all of that up. He is clearly gay, and currently unemployed as a result of same sex sexual harrassment.

I really want to be dependable, and am trying my best...but I know that when I am depressed, nothing gets better, and I can't even take care of myself.

Being semi-lucid and acknowledging this just makes me stressed beyond belief...and I have anxiety problems. Prior to losing my health insurance, I was on Xanax for this.

Not that I ever bothered to take it, but still...I have a little sister who needs me to take care of her when my mom has to work double shifts.

I wish my other sister wasn't married and two hours away; she was always the one who helped take care of stuff when **** went down.

I don't feel very qualified for the task, but I would almost die if I let anyone down. The pressure is insane.

****, that sounds awful and must make you feel like you're due to freak out. I actually can't imagine how it feels to have that sort of responsibility when you're not sure you can handle it but I think you'll be fine, you clearly care alot about your sister and mum. Keep your chin up. That's the only words I have to offer, I'm sorry I don't have anything more insightful or helpful to say :(.

i'm not so much suffering from depression or suicidal thoughts as most of the time, i have anger management issues

i really want to lay into people that smile at me for no reason, really want to tell the next person who tries to sell me something to seriously eff off

sometimes, i feel like conducting some massive genocide and killing everybody in the whole damn human race