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I was diagnosed with manic depression in 1996. I was told by a therapist that it all started when my parents divorced at the age of 8. I'm not sure if that's what it is but it might be. My grandfather that means the world to me passed away in 1994, that nearly killed me. I went into depression for a while. I got better and moved on with my life.. Went to college with my high school boyfriend. That's why I knew I needed help. I caught my ex boyfriend with another girl in bed and I ran up the stairs and tried to jump out of the 4th floor window. For a some reason, my ex grabbed my shirt and pulled me back. He said.. "go home to your family" I just laid there and thought.. that might be a good idea so I called home and told my mother what happened. I flew home the next day. The dr said I had a depression. No medication. I met a man that I thought I would live with for the rest of my life and turns out he was abusive and I was "trapped". That's when my life turned upside down for many years. suicide attempts, negative thoughts, low self esteem, etc. I was put on medications (it made me crazy, it made me not the person I am) Finally I left my ex husband. I met another man. a big mistake.. I never recovered. it just got worse and worse. I finally hit bottom and went to see a different therapist. I got off my meds. I felt like a huge burden off my chest. I got the old Angela back. I've been off since 2002 and I feel great.
Of course.. I have my days when I feel like crap, bitter, sad, etc. but it doesn't stay like that for days.. just only a day or two..
Its like an addiction. we have to overcome it. have the willpower to beat the obstacles. it works for me.
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