I know this post looks huge, but it isn't all that big and it would make me extra happy if you'd read it and talk to me. <3
My entire life consists of keeping up a happy demeanor for everyone around me- that's what everyone knows me for- my smiling. So, as this is the case, it makes it impossible to find someone to talk about my problems (and even if I had someone to talk to about it, I cannot find the courage to do so.)
That is why I have come here, seeking support from you all- someone who understands and can tell me it will eventually look up.
Now, if you have the time, maybe sit a minute and talk with me?
I'm nineteen, and have been overweight my entire life... it runs in the family. Luckily so does being tall, so at a current weight of 315 lbs., my 5'11" frame helps distribute it a little more evenly. But, tall or not, I am still large and it has never changed, no matter how hard I tried. I was diagnosed a year ago with Type One Diabetes, and with that under control mostly now, I've lost around 25 lbs. without trying (though now I've started to regain, which doesn't help my attitude towards this in any way.)
The reason this is in the Depression forum is the fact that I do indeed suffer from depression. It, too, runs in the family, seriously. (If you don't believe me, consider this: my father has severe depression- inherited from his mother. When he was 17, he walked in on his mother committing suicide because of her depression, and her mother suffered severely as well. Tell me that depression doesn't stay in the family.) I also suffer from OCD and anxiety.
My depression keeps me from getting on the right track to lose any weight. I don't want to blame it on a condition but I know that it keeps me from doing many, many things- not just getting off of my butt to work out. I know that I have a lot of weight to lose, too.
Here is my problem- I am too terrified to go to a doctor to see what I can do about either of those things. I feel like the whole world thinks they're depressed; I have this fear of being thought of by anyone as just another one of those people, or another teenager begging for attention. Even if I were to go talk to someone about it, I am like, programmed to smile and pretend that nothing is wrong as soon as I meet somebody, in an attempt to seem the opposite of what I am scared to be seen as, I suppose.
Does that make any sense?
If you understand, please let me know what you've done to do good for yourself. This site is so full of success stories, and I know at least one person had to be dealing with what I am going through.
Thank you!~~
Alexis


