Aplunk1
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Forgive me, for these are the ramblings of a 21-year-old in a half-drunk/stupor state.
It's been a while since I've checked into these forums, what with the traveling and whatnot... one big city to the next.
I've been half-dosing my medicine, because I unfortunately lost a bottle, and my insurance won't cover lost bottles... What a shame. But this isn't the cause of this post.
With the slow withdrawl of my medicine, I awake into the reality of the world... a world of unemotional pain. Simply, the symptoms of my depression have cleared with medicinal therpay, but the depresion is still there.
Cutting all the sh*t and down to the point...
Man, I just can't believe what an awakening I've had... Simply half-dosing my medicine I feel more human, less Zombie-like, and more alive... but with that, I feel just like my old self again... slow, depressed, edgy, very anxious, and registered to my environment.
Guys, I don't know why, but I truly haven't felt good, TRULY FELT proud of myself, since I started losing hair... I mean, the pictures on my website don't do ANY justice... It's truly really thin...
I think back to the many days, of going on a first date with a wonderful girl to go see EuroTrip, with a full head of curly hair... Man, all wanted to do was enjoy the moment, and that's what I did. I really did. I loved myself, I thought highly of my friends and family, and I was proud of the accomplishments I had, physically and mentally.
I can tell you all that THAT has really changed.
Sure, I give myself medicine to help relieve the symptoms of the the WAY I FEEL... but it's still there, deep down inside... I am still extremely depressed and unhappy with myself.
I realize the person that is me is being repressed, that I have not had an endearing thought unto myself in ages... at least 2 or so years.
Losing my hair has HONEST-TO-GOD really influenced every single behavior I've ever had. I ask God everyday why I suffer, and I still don't know. I don't even know why I'm crying right now.
I know that losing your hair CANNOT be compared to losing a limb, or being shot, or having something physically removed from your body, but being 21 and having this prematurely occur to myself has been, for lack of ANY better word, excruciatingly painful and depressing.
In other news, I'm excited to begin a God-given opportunity to attend a wonderful college for a great degree in NYC.
What's to become of me, my friends?
Hear my suffering, and comment.
What do you guys suggest?
God knows I'm trying... really, really, really hard, guys.
It's been a while since I've checked into these forums, what with the traveling and whatnot... one big city to the next.
I've been half-dosing my medicine, because I unfortunately lost a bottle, and my insurance won't cover lost bottles... What a shame. But this isn't the cause of this post.
With the slow withdrawl of my medicine, I awake into the reality of the world... a world of unemotional pain. Simply, the symptoms of my depression have cleared with medicinal therpay, but the depresion is still there.
Cutting all the sh*t and down to the point...
Man, I just can't believe what an awakening I've had... Simply half-dosing my medicine I feel more human, less Zombie-like, and more alive... but with that, I feel just like my old self again... slow, depressed, edgy, very anxious, and registered to my environment.
Guys, I don't know why, but I truly haven't felt good, TRULY FELT proud of myself, since I started losing hair... I mean, the pictures on my website don't do ANY justice... It's truly really thin...
I think back to the many days, of going on a first date with a wonderful girl to go see EuroTrip, with a full head of curly hair... Man, all wanted to do was enjoy the moment, and that's what I did. I really did. I loved myself, I thought highly of my friends and family, and I was proud of the accomplishments I had, physically and mentally.
I can tell you all that THAT has really changed.
Sure, I give myself medicine to help relieve the symptoms of the the WAY I FEEL... but it's still there, deep down inside... I am still extremely depressed and unhappy with myself.
I realize the person that is me is being repressed, that I have not had an endearing thought unto myself in ages... at least 2 or so years.
Losing my hair has HONEST-TO-GOD really influenced every single behavior I've ever had. I ask God everyday why I suffer, and I still don't know. I don't even know why I'm crying right now.
I know that losing your hair CANNOT be compared to losing a limb, or being shot, or having something physically removed from your body, but being 21 and having this prematurely occur to myself has been, for lack of ANY better word, excruciatingly painful and depressing.
In other news, I'm excited to begin a God-given opportunity to attend a wonderful college for a great degree in NYC.
What's to become of me, my friends?
Hear my suffering, and comment.
What do you guys suggest?
God knows I'm trying... really, really, really hard, guys.