Uhm, hi everyone...
I'm currently in my 4th year of uni (took a year extension to finish my thesis/capstone/dissertation) and all I can say is that I have been suffering from some sort of depression for around the last 2-2 1/2 years now...I don't really know how to describe it aside from just a general and growing feeling of disinterest in virtually everything...Sure, when I am forced (through circumstance, luck or me mustering enough courage to go outside) to hang out with my friends or family I try to seem as fine as possible (I've come to realize that I use humor and laughter quite allot to mask my real feelings) but in reality I just simply don't care anymore, even about things that should really bring life into me...There are so many examples I can use to represent this...I tend to stay inside my apartment doing literally nothing for long periods of time (usually going into the early hours of the morning) when I could/SHOULD be working or hanging out with my friends at university (one of which is an honest drunk (which is one thing I love about him) who tells me every time he gets tipsy that we need to hang out more along with asking me why I don't meet up with him during breaks in the classes we share)...I am extremely shy around women (long story, I faced rejection from virtually every girl I have every opened up to since a young age) even though I desperately want someone to talk to (my family finds it strange that I sometimes talk/joke to myself when i'm reading the news for example, and I don't really know when that started), even the ones who are so clearly attracted to me it's ridiculous (another reason to thank my honest drunk friend who lives on the same floor as a girl who apparently has a crush on me, for what reason I don't know), and I continuously avoid talking with anyone of the opposite sex unless I am in some way inebriated (either drunk or stoned, don't worry I live in Holland), in which case the next day I normally forget what I said and just continue on...I literally don't think of time in days anymore, just simply what hour it is and whether I can get, say 7 hours of sleep before I have to do something (of which I normally don't)...My motivation is below rock bottom, partly thanks to the aforementioned reasons and also thanks to my mother (no offense to her) who's idea of motivation is through telling me how my current results are bad and I can do better (never saying well done, for example, instead saying, why is this not this). Then again I can't really blame her because I've never really opened up to her about how I feel (because I honestly believe it would destroy her heart in a figurative sense of course - she used to say I was her favorite child out of her 3, kind, sweet and honest, and now I am sometimes ashamed to look at my reflection in the mirror). My Dad genuinely seems to care, but I don't want to bring him down as well because we've just started having a mature father-son relationship (he offers to go out with me to get coffee or lunch some days for example).. Sometimes I can't go to sleep because I look back on my life and try to understand the way I act, or because I am worrying about all the work I am leaving until past the last minute, I try drinking Camomile tea (insert laughter here) in order to help but it's never enough... None of my teachers, friends, family or my uni tutor know this, and honestly I am too ashamed to tell them (I was eligible to join my honors class at the beginning of my second year, because I had a G.P.A of 7.9/10, but now that has dropped to below 7)...
I'm not really sure if i'm asking for help, or just trying to find an outlet to say what I feel, I honestly don't know...I just want to bring back the times when me and my brother would have genuine fun together, when me and my mum, dad and sister would joke around, when I would care about my work and actually feel like it was possible to actually go places, when I actually enjoyed waking up to a new day....But I don't know how....
Forgive me for this long, windy and whining post
Elliott