From Childhood I’ve been shy, introvert, I have always felt deprived of love and no recognition or appreciation from others, on one occasion my father told me straight he doesn’t love me. I was always alone at school, group work was always left for me to do because the students in my class knew I was a high achiever and my parents would be furious if I came home with a bad grade.
I’ve been suffering from depression now for a few years now, and pains in my arms and legs all my life. My parents aren’t the most supportive parents, at 14 they forced me to get part-time work for pocket money so I did I worked part-time at a supermarket where my main shift was weekends Saturday 12-10pm, Sunday 9-10pm I worked there for 2 and half years before exhaustion caught up with me. My doctor told me that I had to quit my job and he wrote me a week off from school for bed rest, so I did. I never quite recovered from the exhaustion, it followed me and caught up to me badly during my last year of school, this caused my grades to drop which angered my father severely. I remember on night when I was trying to relax surfing the net my father came in and he was so mad he hit me across the face so hard I fell off my chair.
My parents never gave me any freedom, I wasn’t allowed a girlfriend, to go to parties, go out at night, I wasn’t even allowed to go to my school prom or even the school award ceremony. After school I was to come straight home and to stay in my room until the next school day, other than bragging rights they didn’t want a sound from me, I was always sworn and cursed at if I tried to join the family in the living room they made sure to make me feel unwelcome. My dad and sister are both very verbally abusive towards me. My sister is my parents absolute favorite they’ll do anything for her, seeing her going to school dances and bringing boyfriends home really makes me wish I was allowed to do those things, it really eats at me.
Straight after finishing my last exam I got work painting safety walkways at a steel mill, there was no break for me, because I needed money to pay my parents rent and to go to university. My first year of uni (last year) was the worst year of my life. I began classes tired form the job which ended the Friday before I started uni, a week or so later I found out from other students from my school that the scholarship we came to the uni under had already been paid out but mine hadn’t weeks later they still wouldn’t tell me why they didn’t pay so I had to pay for uni out the money I had earned painting, I also found out that the uni had messed up my courses by putting me in two trial courses which I didn’t agree on and they felt the need to charge me full price for this. There where major problems with these two accounting courses like errors in their exam papers that caused the mid term exam to have to be redone by the whole class because of missing figures and the fact that the papers were only being marked on the final answers, that were not checked for errors in the markers sheets.
The stress and exhaustion got too much for me so I cancelled my B semester I finished A semester and spent I week sorting out the final paperwork I also didn’t have the money to go back to uni for B semester. Then I burnt out and collapsed I was asleep for a month and a half before I woke again , you’d think they took me to a hospital but no they just left me in my room. I spent the rest of the year trying to get back to normal life, because while I was asleep I wasn’t eating, showering or going to the toilet (I remember my pee being brownish red which was worrying me) and I was still sleeping around 18hrs a day, since then my eye sight (I have black and white dots throughout my entire eye sight) and hearing has been getting worse, whilst still waiting for the private psychiatrist to get back to me I had to endure the verbal abuse from my father about what a useless sack of **** I was day in and day out.
In my country its illegal for a doctor to subscribe anyone under 18 any anti-depressants, So when I was 18 I asked him if he could help me, he referred me to pubic mental health place and a private psychiatrist. The private psychiatrist got back to me earlier this year because they had a long waiting list, the public place never got back to me. I’ve been on anti-depressants since but they aren’t helping but he couldn’t help me with the fatigue. I’ve also been unable to find a job in my town this whole year, Job interview after interview they all turned me down, I can’t work as fast as other people anymore and having depression all counts against me. I’m really at the end my line, I haven’t felt alive in years I feel so dead inside and lately suicide is looking like a much better alternative. I can’t get a job, I can’t pay to study, I soon won’t be able to pay rent. What in the world should I do?
2007-12-24
18:49:52
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