Kayden,
As always good to see you around! Please know you are thought about often and I am always one of your cheerleaders to encourage you on to do great things. You are special to many. - Tamara

There is no upside to depression, in my opinion. My entire family, going back generations have this. So, there is no upside about it. It is pure hell from my perspective. I am someone who is very tired of fighting it each and every day but does with my boots on.

Andrew
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I wanted to say hello again. I havent been on in ever so long. But, I am back once again, in need of my outlet, some place to speak my mind. Some place to feel excepted.

I am going through a phase again, felling unmotivated, depressed, overwhelmed. Slowly things are getting better, but they are not there yet. I wish I could get my mother to understand how much she makes things worse sometimes. That asking me why I am crying and telling me how ridiculous it is only makes me want to cry more. That when I am overwhelmed, sick, just been woke up, and in pain... crying goes along with it all and I don't really have a choice.

Anyway, enough of my rant. I am glad to see this thread still active. Thank you all for being here, even if i wasn't for a while.

I totally get that!

It would seem obvious that telling you you are being ridiculous when you are crying would only make it worse. UGH.

Do you live with your Mom? Is there a way to avoid her during those times?

Actually, it's good for you to cry and vent and I hope you find a safe place to cry and feel free to come here and vent with us any time.

I am in hoped that Spring will help us all feel a bit better! :)

Thank you both for your responses.

I do live with my parents. I moved back in with them when I got custody of my children back from their father. Hopefully it wont be forever, but, it will be at least until I finish college. I am going back to school in a year or two to get my teaching certificate.

I have a 5 year old son with special needs (most probably autistic) and a 7 year old daughter. I knew when I took them back that I couldn't handle it on my own right now. My anxiety sometimes just makes it so hard, especially while my son is so young still. I need my mothers help, and she helps most of the time, but it seems when I really need the help most she reverts to the old school attitude she grew up with and tells me its all in my head and that all I have to do is just decide not to feel overwhelmed or upset... When I need her most she refuses to help, that is until I loose it and end up locked in my room...