Indeed, everyone needs help in life sometimes. Some are too stubborn to get help, or even perhaps too prideful. I'd rather look after my health properly than be either one of those.
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Coping With Depression
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I was too stubborn for years. It took me from about age 14 to 33 before I got help, but being myself helped trigger something that made me get help. It's been better since then.
Better is good. My dad noticed my odd behavior and problems when I was a teen and got me the help I needed. I was so out of whack and self-conscious at the time that I would barely talk to the doctor about what was wrong with me.
Same here, it took me three sessions before I broke down while he was there and we finally got it all out in the open. Still a long way to go, but making progress
Yeah, I think the more sessions I had the easier it was to open up to my doctor. It feels odd opening up your totally odd feelings to a doctor at first, but they hear plenty of wild stories and are professionally trained to help you with what you're going through.Same here, it took me three sessions before I broke down while he was there and we finally got it all out in the open. Still a long way to go, but making progress
Yep, absolutely agreed, it was terrifying confessing everything and letting someone in, but worth it. It helped that my therapist is gay, so while he doesn't understand everything about being trans, he does know quite a bit about adversity and how that roles into mental health issues.
Heck, I could barely open up to my own family when I felt so numbed down with depression. My inner feelings were so repressed.
Understanding diversity can be good.
Yep, family are the hardest to get through to, they just think it's a case of getting over it. I was only ever able to open up to my sister about things, and she was...semi-understanding.
My dad always tried to give me words of encouragement to help me battle my struggles, but eventually when I talked about my struggles he would just stay silent, I guess because he realized there was not much he could do about it and I needed professional help.
Yep, it's very hard to understand until you've been there. Proper help is essential, though, it's so, so hard to get anywhere alone.
Indeed, life can be a battle sometimes, and fighting the war alone is just about impossible.
That it is, that it most definitely is!
