Everyone knows that when a person does something out of character, something shocking and harmful, or hits rock bottom, it did not just happen overnight. It started from somewhere and it is up to you to figure out when it began and were there signs. If you are lucky, the person who has been affected will share it with you and help you fill in the gaps. Just like I know exactly when I slipped into my latest bout with depression to almost the exact time, what triggered it, and what was the incident to set me off, I also know when I first started experiencing depression. For me, it started as early as 14 years old, even though I did not know what was going on. The signs were there, and no one could figure me out. It made me suicidal in high school. I should have gotten help then and I did try to get. I look back at my life and a lot of my self-destructive behavior was due to my depression. It would take being heavily addicted to drugs before it finally made people aware that something was not right, and I needed help.
I was 14 years old and the middle kid in the family when my mother decided to get married. Suddenly there were two more kids in the house that demanded attention. I had my brother and step-sister with their teenage rebellious streaks, a narcissistic step-brother with a smart mouth, and my younger sister who was about 5 years old. Because I was so quiet, it was easy for me to blend into the wallpaper and go unnoticed for the most part. I was very insecure, which was a catalyst in my depression. The first signs that I was in trouble were my lack of personal hygiene. I do not know from the start why I was like that, but it lasted for years and was one of the main reasons I was bullied in high school. I was also becoming aware of my sexuality and confused about it. So, put together my hygiene issue, questioning my sexuality, and insecurity, and you have a very troubled kid. No one knew what I was thinking because I never told anyone. All I knew was that I was in a lot of emotional pain and did not know how to handle it. By the time I was 16 years old, I was suicidal. I went to see a counselor in school and cried about how much pain I was in. I didn’t get much help in high school, so I carried that torture until I was 21 years old, when I went to a therapist for the first time. He was not that interested in me or his job and it was evident because he kept falling asleep. It ended up not lasting long when I was forced to tell my mother and she did not handle well. She thought I was telling the therapist that all my problems were her fault. Between that and my strong religious background, who frowned against therapy, I was done in a month. I secretly saw another therapist some years later, and all we really talked about whether I was bisexual or gay. Also, I was trying to seduce him because he was so attractive. That also lasted a few months. It would be 10 years before I would seek and find professional help. Within that time, I would come as being gay, develop a serious alcohol problem, lose a great job and my first apartment, become a convicted felon, and last, of all, become greatly addicted to crystal meth.
If you suffer from depression or know someone who is battling depression, please get help as soon as possible. You can call the National Hopeline Network, 1-800-SUICIDE (784-2433); the National Suicide Prevention Hotline, 1-800-273-TALK (8255); the National Youth Crisis Hotline, 1-800-448-4663.
If you are battling addiction, or know someone who is battling addiction, please call the National Addiction Hotline, 1-888-352-6072.