Today, January 15th, 2015 marks my one year mark with depression. On January 14th, 2014 my mother brought me into the doctors office because she thought that I was anemic. When I got in there the doctor started asking lots of questions like: How often are you eating? How many hours a day do you sleep? How often do you isolate yourself? My mother's talkative and very extroverted teenager was told to be brought to a therapist, the next day that therapist took one look at me and said "That it, she's depressed." I went in for a blood test and came out with depression.
Depression doesn't mean that I sit in a dark room and not talk to anybody in a social setting, I'm a very social person. I love going places with my friends and having little adventures. With all that said I also have this undying need to stay home and not leave my room, not talk to anybody and fall off the earth. This causes me to loose friends very easily, because I don't like to have to go out in public where I am forcing myself to be outgoing.
It's in no way glamorous like you see in commercials, you don't sit up perfectly in your bed and cuddle up in blankets all day watching TV. It's nothing like that, you can go out and feel perfectly fine with your friends and at a split second get the nagging urge to go home and watch Netflix for hours on end in the dark.
No, I'm not a freak, being my friend won't make you depressed. You can't catch it by touching a dirty tissue. It's simply an imbalance of serotonin in my brain that causes me to sometimes feel sad and not worthy. You never know when it's going to hit and honestly that stinks, but you have to deal with what you're dealt.
I'm not saying that I'm 100% okay with this diagnosis, it's all about how you take it. I can think "Oh well a person who went to school for a really long time and doesn't know me personally says that I'm depressed so guess that's it." But I try my best to choose not to.
In life you have to choose your battles. This is one that I don't have full control of which kinda stinks a lot but if I decide to make the best of it then I can, it's my body I can fix this.
If you haven't noticed I've made a lot of advancements in just a short year, I've learned that it's okay to have bad days, just don't let every day be a bad one. I've learned that you can have the most fun sitting in the living room with your friends family playing Apples To Apples.
Honestly, the best thing that helped with my depression was Distinguished Young Women, ( I know I talk about it all the time but this is why I love it so much). As you can imaging the unending need to stay home and not want to be social put great strains on my relationships with friends, I've lost a lot of friends in the past year and a half because I haven't felt up to the challenge of going in public. DYW helped me so much, it forced me to come out of my shell (even though most people already think I am). It helped me by exposing me to new people in a new environment, I would probably say that once I participated in the DYW program and made the amazing group of friends that I have now is when I started looking up. I started looking up to these girls as happiness role-models. They've made me realize that happiness is a choice and I can chose to be happy and I can choose to be happy and make others happy or I can choose to not be happy and impact people negatively.
I'm seventeen which means that I can legally be offered anti-depressants. Personally, I've chosen not to be prescribed or to take them, if I'm going to feel better I want it to come from me not a pill I take in the morning.
Although you may think disclosing all of my personal life is a bit too far but I'm not sharing to get pity or to get attention. I'm posting this because I want to clear the air about what depression is, it's a inner demon that a person doesn't have control of. People like me with clinical depression will be in a social setting, perfectly fine, then leave the setting and start beating themselves in to a state of sadness. Granted this can only happen if you feel full motivation and have enough self-worth to get out of the house.
If you or somebody you know is struggling with depression know it is not his/her/your fault, but you can and will overcome this, depression only works if you let it.
Oh and if you were wondering if the anemic thing ever happened, it did, I got blood tests and my iron levels were extremely low but I took my supplements and ate right and that part o my health is cleared up.