07-17-2011, 01:52 AM
I am a frequent poster here on gayspeak, and I would like some input in a problem that I am really embarrassed and ashamed about. I suspect that I may be suffering from depression. I always seem to be pessimistic and unhappy. I have spent countless hours scouring the internet for articles about how to be a happy person, and they have all failed. I am embarrassed because compared to many, my life is awesome. I'm 21 years old, my career is budding, my parents love me, I have tons of friends, and I have never really had to endure any hardship in my life. On the surface, I really don't have any reason to be dissatisfied with my life. Somehow my friends still like me despite my being moody and reclusive. I have never been in a relationship, nor have I ever had sex. I tend to blame my depression on these two facts, but while I am extremely lonely, I have had too many great things happen to me in my life to fool myself that one more great thing is going to bring an end to my being depressed. My loneliness is debilitating, but I have no idea where to start with finding a partner, and a large amount of social anxiety keeps me in my shell at parties and gatherings. I feel very much like finding a guy who likes me as much as I like him is just something that is probably not going to happen any time soon, if ever.
I don't feel like any of these issues are due to laziness on my part. I am a lot of things, but lazy is not one of them. I take great pride in my work, and I enjoy it immensely (though when I am feeling particularly depressed, all of the enjoyment I find in my work vanishes, and it becomes just another chore). I am still in school, and my teachers have told me that I am one of the hardest working students they have ever had, though they have also commented that the degree to which I am hard on myself when I fail at something borders on masochistic. I am currently at a summer program for pre-professionals in my field. It was a goal of mine for many years to make it into this program, which is the best of its kind in the United States, and among the top three of its kind in the world. I am probably four years under the mean age of the participants at this program. This is only the latest in a long line of accolades I have accrued, and no matter how many times I go over the list in my head, I still feel distinctly lacking in self worth.
Now the obvious solution is for me to talk to a doctor. There are a few reasons why I am reluctant to do this. First of all, I am beyond terrified of doctors and medical professionals of any kind. Don't ask me why. It's a phobia. For that reason, if I can find any excuse to not approach a doctor, I usually don't. The last time I went in for a check up was 2008, and that was only because it was required for me to go to college. The other reason why I am reluctant to talk to a doctor is because I know the first question they are going to ask is if I have thoughts of suicide. I have thought about suicide to one degree or another every day since I was 13. I have never attempted it, nor have I ever seriously considered attempting it, but I have thought about it. I am afraid that they will commit me against my will if I tell them this, even though after 8 years of chronic thoughts of suicide I have never once been a danger to myself. Then I won't be able to work, and I'll be locked up 24/7 under the constant oversight of the people who terrify me. Also, I am still on my parent's health insurance, so if medication is the route the doctor decides to take me down, the parents will have to find out about it, and they will blame themselves. While they would want to help me, I feel like it's my problem, and I should be the one to get myself out of it.
I am more or less lucid as I type this, but an hour ago I was at a six month low, and I am tired of feeling like this, particularly when I don't really have any reason to. I feel like I have tried everything to snap myself out of it, and nothing has worked. From what I have described, does it sound like I am actually depressed, or am I just an unhappy person? Thank you for assisting me, and for putting up with my whiny post.
I don't feel like any of these issues are due to laziness on my part. I am a lot of things, but lazy is not one of them. I take great pride in my work, and I enjoy it immensely (though when I am feeling particularly depressed, all of the enjoyment I find in my work vanishes, and it becomes just another chore). I am still in school, and my teachers have told me that I am one of the hardest working students they have ever had, though they have also commented that the degree to which I am hard on myself when I fail at something borders on masochistic. I am currently at a summer program for pre-professionals in my field. It was a goal of mine for many years to make it into this program, which is the best of its kind in the United States, and among the top three of its kind in the world. I am probably four years under the mean age of the participants at this program. This is only the latest in a long line of accolades I have accrued, and no matter how many times I go over the list in my head, I still feel distinctly lacking in self worth.
Now the obvious solution is for me to talk to a doctor. There are a few reasons why I am reluctant to do this. First of all, I am beyond terrified of doctors and medical professionals of any kind. Don't ask me why. It's a phobia. For that reason, if I can find any excuse to not approach a doctor, I usually don't. The last time I went in for a check up was 2008, and that was only because it was required for me to go to college. The other reason why I am reluctant to talk to a doctor is because I know the first question they are going to ask is if I have thoughts of suicide. I have thought about suicide to one degree or another every day since I was 13. I have never attempted it, nor have I ever seriously considered attempting it, but I have thought about it. I am afraid that they will commit me against my will if I tell them this, even though after 8 years of chronic thoughts of suicide I have never once been a danger to myself. Then I won't be able to work, and I'll be locked up 24/7 under the constant oversight of the people who terrify me. Also, I am still on my parent's health insurance, so if medication is the route the doctor decides to take me down, the parents will have to find out about it, and they will blame themselves. While they would want to help me, I feel like it's my problem, and I should be the one to get myself out of it.
I am more or less lucid as I type this, but an hour ago I was at a six month low, and I am tired of feeling like this, particularly when I don't really have any reason to. I feel like I have tried everything to snap myself out of it, and nothing has worked. From what I have described, does it sound like I am actually depressed, or am I just an unhappy person? Thank you for assisting me, and for putting up with my whiny post.