Umm.
Throughout this whole depression ordeal, the hardest thing was to ask for help. I simply...didn't. It was a huge step that I could not make.
Finally, my mom decided she needed to take me to the doctor, to do something about it. (I guess I technically didn't ASK, but going to the doctor, getting help, was on the same plane for me). We went yesterday. My mother told the doctor all the things she noticed about my mood, and I confirmed that I was indeed feeling depressed. He asked me when the last time I smoked dope was, the last time I thought about suicide, the last time I attempted it. He gave me a questionnaire to fill out.
After all that, I don't know how to explain what happened.
He basically came back with a sheet of paper. On it are websites and phone numbers and names of organizations. About 3/4 of them are for either alcoholism or bipolar disorder or anxiety disorders. That was what I got out of the appointment.
He told me to read up on depression. And FIGURE IT OUT MYSELF.
I don't know what I was hoping for exactly. A prescription? A referral to a counselor? But no, all I got was like 2 websites and 1 phone number for depression organizations?
He also recommended VITAMINS. And SWIMMING. And that is IT.
Am I the only person who thinks that was kind of HALF ASSED on his part? I don't really see how this is supposed to fix it.
I'm supposed to cure myself. It's up to me. It's my responsibility to make myself happy. It always has, I guess. Which means it's MY FAULT that I'm depressed.
What the fuck.
I got my blood taken for testing today. Maybe I will turn out to have hypothyroidism. That would make everything SO simple.
WHAT WAS THE POINT OF FINALLY GETTING HELPP!??!
Finally, my mom decided she needed to take me to the doctor, to do something about it. (I guess I technically didn't ASK, but going to the doctor, getting help, was on the same plane for me). We went yesterday. My mother told the doctor all the things she noticed about my mood, and I confirmed that I was indeed feeling depressed. He asked me when the last time I smoked dope was, the last time I thought about suicide, the last time I attempted it. He gave me a questionnaire to fill out.
After all that, I don't know how to explain what happened.
He basically came back with a sheet of paper. On it are websites and phone numbers and names of organizations. About 3/4 of them are for either alcoholism or bipolar disorder or anxiety disorders. That was what I got out of the appointment.
He told me to read up on depression. And FIGURE IT OUT MYSELF.
I don't know what I was hoping for exactly. A prescription? A referral to a counselor? But no, all I got was like 2 websites and 1 phone number for depression organizations?
He also recommended VITAMINS. And SWIMMING. And that is IT.
Am I the only person who thinks that was kind of HALF ASSED on his part? I don't really see how this is supposed to fix it.
I'm supposed to cure myself. It's up to me. It's my responsibility to make myself happy. It always has, I guess. Which means it's MY FAULT that I'm depressed.
What the fuck.
I got my blood taken for testing today. Maybe I will turn out to have hypothyroidism. That would make everything SO simple.
WHAT WAS THE POINT OF FINALLY GETTING HELPP!??!