Loneliness isn’t for me.
In every part of my walk through this crazy life I am living, I have needed a person. For anyone who knows me they would describe me as an extroverted, spontaneous, sarcastic person, which is why loneliness just isn’t for me. Whether you are an introvert or an extrovert I believe that loneliness isn’t for anyone. Nobody deserves to feel lonely and I know this from personal experience.
My story is one that has many twists and turns and ups and downs. I’ve struggled with depression since I was a freshman in high school, and it’s a constant battle. Freshmen year I had just moved back to Texas after living in Singapore for the last four years. When I first was depressed I didn’t know it. I thought the feelings of desperation: anxiousness, and intense sadness were normal, part of human nature right? Well I was definitely wrong. It wasn’t until I just sat in my kitchen and thought of all the things I could use to kill myself that I realized I was depressed. So I fought, boy did I fight hard, and I won.
However, it wasn’t until two years later when my world came crumbling down. My parents were fighting. I was overworking myself with my job, school, and church volunteering. My brother and sister weren’t living near us because they were both married and had their own lives. And that’s when my depression said, “Hey, did you miss me?” Again I didn’t realize that I was depressed. I thought I was doing good just texting with my brother and sister for their support. Also working 26-hour week, while still being at church 4 times a week, and trying to cover all the school work I had, I did this because I thought it helped to take my mind off of my hurt. However, working myself like this just made it worse. I was in and out of different counselors because I couldn’t find one that fit. Which began to take a toll.
I came to terms with my depression when I was sitting in the car with my mom as she was driving me to school and she asked, “Do you want to kill yourself?” because mother’s know everything and I replied without thinking, “Yes.” I guess it is what you would call rock bottom. So after this my parents helped me to change my schedule to shorter work weeks, this made me focus on school, and I took less responsibilities at my volunteering to allow my body to rest. I starting seeing a counselor who helped me understand my depression and work out ways to find the triggers of my depression and tools to help when I was.Read More