omg telling my parents i'm depressed was the hardest thing i've ever had to tell them in my life for sure. i told them in the 8th grade when i've been struggling with it for a couple months by then and was at my breaking point, i was on the verge of suicide and i just needed help.
so one morning my mom tried waking me up for school and i woke up scared, sweating, and just totally freaked. i had a dream i killed myself by cutting my throat and it was SO SO SO scary in the nightmare and i was crying my mom held me and asked "what's wrong baby? what's wrong?" and that's when i realized i really need to just come out with it and i said "mom, please don't be scared because i'll be okay. i just need your love and support more then anything right now... i need help." and she said "help? what do you mean?" i said "i'm depressed and have been hiding it for a while now but if i go on without telling you i'll die, please help me" without any questions asked, she picked up the phone and dialed the hospital and i went to "the unit" and from there was sent to "skip" i don't quite remember what it stands for but it's when you stay at the hospital for about a week, it's for your safety and they counsel you while your in there and after i went there i went to IOP (intense out patient) therapy. and there, i got prescribed drugs to help with my anxiety and depression.
right now, i'm still going through depression but slowly recovering, i'm still self mutilating and still get very moody at times but i'm A LOT better then before and i've came a long way. and i owe it all to my mommy, if it weren't for telling her i wouldn't be here, i suggest you tell your parents or someone you can trust. even though they may not understand they know what's best for you.
if you need anything else or just wanna talk my contact info's on my page.
good luck love!
· 9 years ago