192 Things People Don’t Realise You’re Doing Because Of Your Depression

I cant take a bath, nor shower. I am just not able to. i want to get clean but im crying in a bath like a little baby without a reason. and i just don't have the strength needed to wash myself. i'm napping all day and sleeping all night. I have no job. no one care about me. i would like to do many things but i just am not able to force myself to do anything. i cant even watch a movie because its to exhausting and i cant focus. i am already dead but still breathing. im just like a vegetable but still can move.

I, personally, haven't been diagnosed, but I relate to almost every one of these. I want to lead a good life, practice, write, get better at things. I feel I can't though, and that is one of the most painful things. I distance myself at social gatherings because I just feel like I don't belong. Even if I do mingle, I feel bad for sharing my ideas the conversation, because I feel as if I'm intruding, or no one cares about my opinion. Even as I type this, I'm thinking that my ideas don't belong here, like I'm taking up a spot that someone with it worse could have.

when you can't hold it in any longer and you just fall down, crying, hoping that someone will hear you and help because you are too scared/ashamed/unsure to ask for it.

Then realising you're now an adult, and there's no one around to care.

Seriously, get help when it is easier and more available. There are so many more options to help teenagers and young adults then when you are middle aged. When you have a child, you can get intensive medical care over the first few days, then every few days, then every few weeks, then it's mostly gone; mother and baby units won't take toddlers.

Get help when it is easier and more available.

Constant dread that someone will call or show up unannounced. Not leaving the house at all because you fear human interaction. Fear of saying the wrong thing and deciding that saying nothing is your only choice...

It seems like all the time I mess up, no matter what. I hate working in groups because of this, and I never help out. When the group asks me to help, I always screw up somehow and they blame me for it, rightfully so. It feels like I'm a failure.

When I have no energy for socializing or even housework because just getting through the workday takes all my energy.

I relate to so many of these. It's helpful to know I'm not the only one. But reading all these makes me think of my own issues and makes want a drink in the the middle of the day.

It's not just social anxiety and depression keeping me from a job. I'm afraid if I have a steady income I really will be an alcoholic. Right now I only buy some when my dad sends me money every now and then. Or the rare occasion when my mom (who I live with and rely on for everything) wants some.

I only have one friend and she lives in a different state. She also suffers from depression, which might be worse than mine cos she rarely responds to my emails and we haven't talked on the phone in something like as year. She has a job and is busier than me and I know she's struggling. But my anxiety makes me think she just doesn't want to talk to me. Even though she sent me a Christmas present which is the only verification I've had in the last six months that she's alive. And I think or my anxiety does, that she only did that because I sent her a card and reminded her of my existence.

There's just so much pain all around. And I don't know how to fix it.

Everyone here is not alone, This thread is proof of it. There are people out there who can help work through a lot of theses issues, being medication or conversation, relationship or companionship. The point is, It sucks. This disease really sucks. But to help and fix this disease we need to speak up, Most friends and family and doctors won't know until we tell them. It also helps to push myself daily, to challenge myself, even to scare myself. Maybe to set a time to get up or shower or eat. After awhile it becomes routine. Routines can help move to a better position. Just my 2cents.

I'm an introvert and I'm being forced to work with customers. I find it extremely hard to just be outgoing with strangers. Being put in that position constantly has caused me to withdraw from my friends as I'm being left so drained from these interactions at the end of the day that my recharge period takes up more time than I'd like. I'm so depressed I've started eating and can't seem to stop. My life is a nightmare. Everyone keeps telling me to try and find joy in what I do, but they don't understand the effort it takes just to get up in the morning, knowing I'm going to have to face whatever lies ahead for the day. I live in an extremely small town (moved here due to circumstances beyond my control) and jobs are really scarce. I feel like I have nothing to look forward to at all and my spirit is completely broken. Everyone thinks I'm just being negative, but they don't realise the amount of times I've thought of just ending it.

I am depressed, have GAD and really bad OCD. I am in therapy and on meds, with a good support network around me, but I still have my episodes. Each time I think that I'll see it coming next time. Although I'm much better at seeing the red flags, it still happens. It's going to keep happening.

The biggest struggle has been realizing that I guess there are limitations to what I can do about this and that I need to accept it. The end result is always the same: I can't sleep for longer periods of time, I am so tired, like completely exhausted to the point, where I can barely keep things afloat in terms of showing up for work and paying bills, let alone socializing. My OCDs go off the rails and the simplest tasks like doing the groceries or speaking to people freak me out to a ridiculous extend. The worst part, however, is the fact that I am simply unable to see all the good things in my life. The loving, supportive friends, an understanding boss, kindest, most patient boyfriend. And I feel so guilty. So undeserving, worthless and pretty much a bad person. It's like my body and my skin are the barrier between me and all of these good things in my life that I can't reach out to and touch. That's the worst part.

I am not in a good place right now, but I'm trying. Baby steps. I'd like to reach out to all of you and say thanks. All of you are awesome for sharing. Keep on keepin' on. We got this. xx

People dont understand why im always tired. They tell me to get more sleep as if getting more than 10 or 12 hours while having a full time job is even possible. They dont understand why Im worried about starting grad school and getting less sleep. They dont understand that school has wound me inpatient before and a decrease in sleep can quickly result in suicidal thoughts. I get told im overreacting, attention seeking, or otherwise being ridiculous. It hurts.

How do I know if I’m depressed ? I definitely have the symptoms, but have no reason to be depressed. I have a life that anyone could feel grateful for .

When you watch tv, listen to the music, play some online games, chat with strangers, all at the same time - just to create flood of informations in hope to sank depressive thoughts.

When you excessively masturbate, ten times a day, or more - just to provide enough dopamine kicks to cope with depressive thoughts.

When your legs just cant stop prancing, restlessly pounding up and down, when you twist your fingers in every possible way - just to redirect your focus from depressive thoughts.

When you are sarcastic as hell, when you sting people like a wasp with your words - just to hide the fact you are dying out of fear from depressive thoughts...

You do lots and lots of stuff... Weird, repetitive, harmful. Because you are facing opponent, who cannot be defeated - only subdued, from which you cannot run out - only hide.

I've given up on finding love again because I don't believe I'm good enough for anyone.

I was told: "Go out, do something that is good for you", "You have to have to get more exercise", "It will be better soon" and so on.
"Why are you depressed? Life is beautiful!" is like "Why do you suffer from asthma? There ist enough air around!"
But I also had my mum, she hugged me day for day, needed no words. Helped me through the darkest times. Gave me the "second birth". Love her so much.

I have seen myself and my situations in almost every one of these comments, I have been struggling with severe depression for over 16 years. every time I think I am gonna get better, it only lasts for a few hours, then I am back to the depression . these comments have described me almost exactly . it helps me to feel some better to know I am not alone, but I still feel so alone. thank you all for being so open and honest about your feelings and situations.

I never realised that depression affected my sanity. after going through a huge spell of being depressed would often be giddy and homicidal for a few hours, or even days after i recoverd. it was really scarry and i cut myself more after the depression spell than i did durning

My parents think I'm narcissistic and superficial but im very self conscious and lonely. Being with myself, my reflection, makes me feel less lonely, like I have company.

Suddenly the world has become a dangerous and unhappy place. I fear for my children and grandchildren's future growing up in a world like this. There won't be any jobs left because machines will take over, so what future do we have to look forward to ? Over populated, under resourced, unaffordable and extremely violent.

Since I take my medication it became less horrible, but before that I stayed in bed for days, it took me almost a year to finish my bachelor thesis, because all I could do was force myself to the library, stare at the blank laptop for hours, read half a page and go back home, exhausted, full of self hate. Tired. Used. Worthless. Stupid.
The rest of the time I'm a loud and over-performing person, an entertainer, everybody seems to be impressed by my energy - but as soon as I'm alone I feel I don't deserve love and I'm just a personage in this world but no real human being. I'm drawn to alcohol, nicotine and more, it makes me feel good and belong somewhere for at least a short time.