Depression? Weight Issues? Yeah. I've got those.
Hello!
My name is Helena, and I'm in depression remission. (Hello, Helena.) I just ran a google search, and I realized that I did not come up with that term. Regardless, that's the state of things. I'm not currently managing my depression. I'm also not cured. In five years, if it's still gone, maybe I'll change the label to cured. For now, I'm a depression survivor. I'm working hard to guarantee that I stay that way.
So, I suppose the first question is: When did my depression start? That's a hard one to answer. I suppose the seeds were planted way back when I was a tiny kiddie. It was always under the surface. Knowing that I was depressed explains so much of my early life. My underlying depression was compounded by a constantly growing social phobia. Yes, like all the cool kids, I grew progressively more terrified of people.
All of my problems exploded in my senior year of high school. I was put on a number of medications (worst thing that ever happened to me). I felt like a poseur. I was every other teenager (being screwed up was something of a fad at that point). Things got a good deal worse, I quit school and refused to leave my house for a number of months. Things cleared up enough for me to start college in the fall. Then everything plummeted to its darkest point. I had alternating diagnoses. One week I was major depressive. The next, I was bipolar. Avoidant. GAD. SAD. I was in-patient. I was out-patient. I was intensive out-patient. The medications piled on, and so did the weight. I was a bit of a chub even before the medication, but not to this impressive scale.
Eventually, I left therapy. I went off all of my medications, cold turkey. Was it a magical cure? No. Certaily not. I was still depressed. But, amazingly, things started to change. Life got a little better each day. And then one day I realized, I'm just not depressed anymore. Actually, that's not completely true. There is probably still a little depression left in me. It would explain the random (couple times a month?) bouts of crying. I'm functional, though. And I smile. I love to smile.
So, from when I started my medications, I gained a miraculous 80 lbs. That's a whole supermodel. Well that supermodel+ has got to go. One day at a time, right?
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