do biploar and/or depressed people have bad day or feel sad for no reason?

Answer 1

I was diagnosed with chronic depression after a two-year period of barely moving from a chair with a computer in front of me. I had been holding down a job with America Online and not moving from that one spot, as far as I know. I was (barely) functional with my work, but miserable in every other way. I do not know if I had baths during that time period or how often. I do not know what I ate or how I got it (my mother and friends brought food, she says). I don't remember getting up to use the bathroom.

All I remember is the feeling that "everything was hopeless" and that I didn't know what to do or why. It was as if the whole house was continually dark, and everything seemed so sad, as if I was stuck in a long funeral procession that just would not end. I kept wanting to die just to escape that feeling of overwhelming worthlessness. A couple of times I tried to pray, but it seemed as though I was praying to a ceiling sometimes back then.

Prior to that two-year period, I had never had symptoms of depression before that I can recall offhand. It just suddenly came upon me. I have not had this happen again since then. It has been 8 years ago now.

What helped to shock me out of this period of my life... was during a visit from my mother where she (as usual) unlocked my door with her key to get in after I did not respond... she came in, sat down, and said something like, "We are ALL worried about you. You won't answer the phone for months now. You never come to the door. We know something is terribly wrong because you have never been this way before." I denied that anything was wrong. I have no idea why I did that.

She sat down across from me. My leg itched, and I raised my pants leg to scratch at it with the foot of the opposite leg... and my mother gasped with something that looked like what you'd see in a horror movie... right before Jason kills someone, you know? She asked me to remove my pants. She informed me that my leg was a huge gaping bloody pussy crusty leaking open wound and practically not looking like a leg anymore. She was right. When I saw it, I nearly fainted. She said, "WHY?? Why did you not tell us your leg was so sick?"

Quite honestly... I had no idea that my leg was sick at all. I knew it had hurt some, had itched some, had hurt AND itched some, and then once she confronted me that day... I realized it had hurt a LOT and itched a LOT, sometimes all at once, and I just did nothing. I didn't realize what was going on. I was that screwed up.

I was so depressed that my health, bathing, my teeth, things that once had been important to me... all meant nothing anymore. I did not even realize my leg was about to rot off. And the other leg was not far behind it. My doctor later said that it was amazing that I did not lose that leg. It was infected really bad, really deeply, and over a huge surface area.

I guess what I am saying is, that depression is not just a bad day... it is not just feeling sad... for me, it was feeling literally hopeless, and clueless as to why there was hopelessness. It crept in silently, it set up its forces, it persisted, it began to win the battle. It took my family around me feeding me to keep me alive, I guess. And it took confrontation and their help to get me to realize just how bad my situation was.

The fact that they cared about me so much, and kept reaching out to me over the course of my sickness, meant a lot to me in the end. Even if I didn't consciously acknowledge it at the time... looking back, I am so grateful for the checking up on me that people did... the door-knocking... the continuing to call even when I didn't answer... the reaching out to a nobody like me. Their persistence, in the end, was beautiful and may have been the key factor in my getting help and healing.

In the end, after I got the medication that helped boot me out of the depression... I came to realize that what I was depressed about, at least initially... was my Dad's death... not just my Dad's death, because I'd been sad about that since I was 10 years old, and now I was 29. I had a girl talk with me about his death a few years prior to this episode, and she expressed to me how sad it was that no one ever would know the whole story.

For years it was thought his death was suicide. Then evidence was revealed which indicated his death was a homicide connected with the similar death of our county's sheriff. A reporter from one of the newspapers in a neighboring city came and wanted to have the body exhumed to do more research. The family would not allow it.

At 27, when this depression started, I was feeling as if I had done nothing to honor my Dad, nothing to prove or disprove anything about his death, and nothing to squelch the sometimes-nasty rumors that surfaced and circulated about him during the 17 years after his death (and even to this day, they still circulate). I felt helpless, and I felt I would always be helpless... and at some point, this translated into hopelessness.

I did not realize I felt so helpless, or so hopeless, until after the medicine was given to me at age 29 and I had a chance to get past the state of depression that I had been in. Then I began trying to figure out how on earth I had let my body get into such horrible shape?? How on earth did I get so depressed? And then I was able, with the help of my mother, to piece back together the parts of my broken self. She kept prodding me to tell her why. And I kept telling her I didn't know what was wrong with me. But then at some point I got really angry with her and yelled and cried and said something about, well, why wouldn't I be upset after all the miserable stuff we went through with Dad's death... and you wouldn't even allow me to have an opinion about what to do concerning exhuming his body...

And that was the beginning of figuring it all out. His death was around May 19... and at this point we realized why I always had a difficult time around May. (Perhaps I DID go through depression every May... I didn't think of that until just now!)

Once I worked through all this with a counselor, I did some things to better work through my grief... and I wrote a song/poem about my Dad's life and death that I had published... and things slowly got better.

Hope in Jesus Christ is one of the only things that kept me from killing myself during the chronic depression. I knew there had to be a purpose for why I had breath left in my body, though I came close to ending my life a few times. Thankfully, during the times I was most serious, I was also the most helpless, and I don't know if I could have carried out a suicide plan if I tried, all I could do was sit and sob.

I'm glad things worked out for me to live to tell the story. It is just a small piece of the puzzle of my life. I hope it helps as an answer to your question.

Answer 2

It is not uncommon. Bi polar, also known as manic depressive, Is a condition in which people often experience dramatic highs and lows. Usually more lows. I often found my self depressed for what I thought was no reason but I think if you look deep enough there is always a reason and most negative feeling can be over come by cognition.

If you can't or don't want to get to the bottom of it, remaining too busy to ponder things is often the best and most used remedy. Before modern times people didn't have the time to get so self involved/absorbed and be depressed

Answer 3

Absolutely. When I am depressed I usually feel bad and down and I sleep a lot. I find myself thinking what's making me depressed but I see no reasons. However, many people will disagree with me on that, but I personally think that depression is not an illness, it's a choice.

Answer 4

provide somebody a hug! =) i prefer to advise you clean your room so as which you have a happier, fit ecosystem. Do something resourceful which includes portray or doodling. Have an excellent heat bathe to enhance your spirits Have an excellent cry and enable it out in case you experience that's needed write down some issues you like approximately your self call up a chum it rather is physically powerful and is often there to cheer you up, and get cheered up by way of them! Indoor exercising?

Answer 5

Yes because its caused from a chemical embalance, causing you to feel that way. So there is a reason for feeling it,but there does not have to be a specific outside reason for feeling that way. The endorphins in your brain are basically in control of the happiness you feel and if your not releasing enough it causes you to feel sad. If that made any sense.

Answer 6

Yes, it is for no reason. It is for feelings. When they are depressed they like to complain that they are not as people think they are and that is the reason they are misunderstood. It is all intended to manipulate the emotions of those around them.

Answer 7

pretty much. i spend a good portion of my time trying to figure out what the 'reasons' are, or what i can do to avoid bad days/weeks. i had some recent depression which may have been caused by a virus or other pathogen.

Answer 8

I am a depressed person and I feel sad all the time for no reason.As a matter of fact I'm not ever really happy.

Answer 9

Yes