thanks austin, I do sure hope it goes over someday.
Well for now I have to use anti depressant pills and see if it in any way makes the situation better, if not, or if I feel it getting worse in any way I will have to return immediately to the doctor.
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I get where the OP is coming from, I felt exactly like this when I was nineteen/twenty— literally suicidal. I was extremely lonely and depressed. Then I had a bunch of really traumatic near-death stuff happen to me between twenty-one and twenty-two and I kind of let it go after that just because I had no choice but not to.
I'm still apathetic toward a lot of things from time to time and have trouble striving for optimism in life, but I'm not suicidal anymore. Still occasionally depressive, but it's not as severe or constant as it was. Most of my depressive breakdowns have had to do with being lonely and having poor self esteem, never had a boyfriend, blah blah blah.
The only advice I have for you is to find distractions (preferably healthy ones) and hope for the best. Some people are just depressive by nature, and I can relate being one of them myself. The only thing that has helped me is precisely those distractions, whatever that may be. I think part of the reason I've buried myself in college is because of this. I love what I study, no doubt, but I think that subconsciously the reason I've continued my education is because it gives me something to work on that distracts me from being too lonely or wallowing or what have you. Rather than feel sorry for myself, I'm at least doing something constructive with my time.
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Update.
2-3weeks ago I told my school I think I've got depression shortly afterwards on the same day I told my parents, also told them I gotten pills from visiting the doctor and apparently me getting these pills without any diagnosis was dangerous so I stopped taking them.
Today I will be going to a psychiatrist, now just to see if it's actually depression or something else.
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@tyrion,
I've been trying to push myself as well just like you, difficult though, maybe I can start meeting people,more easily when I've got a dog.
Well the psychiatrist said it's most likely not depression but just autism making everything worse somehow, will have another appointment tomorrow but then with people who understand autism.
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