My story of struggling with manic depression
For a long time, I found myself severely depressed. I had a bad break-up, during which my ex-girlfriend left me for my best friend after two years. I couldn’t eat, and I cried myself to sleep just about every night. I just didn’t have the energy or the will to get out of bed, or even see the sunlight for days. I hated everything and everyone around me.
Depression really is a life consuming disorder that you just can’t help; it’s almost like a common emotion for me, always angry, sad, mad, confused and ready to end it all at any given moment. There are things in life that you can’t explain, like the feeling depression gives you, but if it gets that intense, where you’re about to pull the big one, you just have to sit down and think, “Is it really worth it?” Of course, at the time, you think it is, but when you calm down, you always remember why you stayed and everything that you would have left behind. It can only happen once.
Suicide is like a match; one strike and that’s it. If it ever gets to that point, take it from someone who has suffered manic depression; Get help. As much as you don’t want to admit it, it helps to talk to someone, anyone, to make you feel better. I hope my story can help.