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Originally Posted by wolfgirl69
I am 17 going on 18 never had a serious relationship never been on a date -just now making friends. You know why? Therapy. It helps a lot. My therapist says you need to learn to love, care, befriend, support, and manage yourself first. And it seems from my perspective you need help with that. She says I can't do all that and it had left me a wreck (wreck is my word) because of my rough neglectful first year of life. My previous childrens psychologist (When I was 12) said that would happen. I just want you know you have to love, support, care, and befriend yourself first.
Therapy could also help you with your eating problem. It seems your eating from my perspective to fill a void in your life. They can help.
You don't have to take my advice or even read this. It's just a suggestion.
^^^^^THIS
I was on massive medications for a cocktail of mental issues most of my life. My doctor finally referred me to a therapist, Chris. I HATED my therapist. She would challenge me to do stuff...the nerve! I mean, if it was just me that I was worried about, then the world could just go on. But when someone else counted on me? I grumbled and mumbled and did it.
First, Chris made me go to a concert. Sounds fun, right? OH MY FREAKING GOD I COULD HAVE KILLED HER! I never knew so many people could go to a concert. I never knew just HOW terrified of people I really was. I was in a panic attack within seconds of seeing the TRAFFIC for the concert, much less the people there. Good thing my mom went with me, or I likely would have turned around I was so terrified.
But, once it was over? I felt like a million bucks! I mean, I went to a venue with 50 thousand people! AWESOME!
She did stuff like that...she would challenge me to go to sporting events, she would challenge me to go to nice restaurants by myself (GULP!), she would challenge me to do volunteer work (how I landed a pretty sweet job, actually), she challenged me to join a gym, join a meet up group, and the list goes on.
And slowly, bit by bit, I started decreasing my meds. I stopped being so depressed. I stopped fretting over everything. I suddenly was gaining friends. I suddenly...had a life. I suddenly had a amazing guy, who later became my husband and the father of my wonderful kid. Don't get me wrong, life isn't perfect. I still am on a nice little collection of mental medications, but life is easier. I can genuinely say I am happy. Five years later, I now only take 4 medications now instead of 7. But the doses are lower. And, simply put, I love life. Life is just too short to hate it. Chris taught me that. Too sad I lived 20 years thinking it was too long.
At this point, if you are depressed, don't worry about your weight. Seriously. That comes with time. You have to get right mentally to get right physically. You can do this. Have faith. And your psych isn't doing anything but pumping you full of drugs. That's what they do. You need a counselor. I never knew there was a difference until I met Chris, but there is. And my psych was a poor substitute to a happy me.
You can do this. I know you can.
Many of us have been there. Many of us have come out of it. You can too.