postmortem
i'm trying.
- May 30, 2019
- 24
I live in a country where mental illness is considered a myth. When I was first diagnosed with depression and anxiety, I feared telling my family and friends because of the ridicule I would face. And I was right in doing so, because the minute word got out that I was on medication, my friends abandoned me and I started getting into frequent fights with my family members. My father, who was also later diagnosed with OCD, did not understand my panic attacks or mood swings. One day, after years of silently enduring emotional abuse, I put my foot down and I left home with my mother (the only earning member of the family) and brother and demanded that my father move out and seek professional help.
My father left home and I thought I'd be okay, but I was wrong. I slowly trudged deeper into my depression and when my mother suddenly announced that he'd be returning, I cut everyone off. A month later, I tried to CTB and landed up in a psych ward. I was told that my depression and anxiety were underlying symptoms of BPD and MDD and I was diagnosed with both.
Since then, all my family members (immediate and extended) have come to distrust me. Though I pretend to be okay, they treat me as someone who only does things to seek attention and the worst thing is - I get compared to my father. No one likes me now, not even my cousin who I came out to last year (another big deal in my country).
My friends have also stopped talking to me, either because I pushed them away or because they pushed me away. I haven't talked to any of my friends in months. I'm sick of letting people down.
So this is how my mental illness has affected my family life and social life. What about you?
My father left home and I thought I'd be okay, but I was wrong. I slowly trudged deeper into my depression and when my mother suddenly announced that he'd be returning, I cut everyone off. A month later, I tried to CTB and landed up in a psych ward. I was told that my depression and anxiety were underlying symptoms of BPD and MDD and I was diagnosed with both.
Since then, all my family members (immediate and extended) have come to distrust me. Though I pretend to be okay, they treat me as someone who only does things to seek attention and the worst thing is - I get compared to my father. No one likes me now, not even my cousin who I came out to last year (another big deal in my country).
My friends have also stopped talking to me, either because I pushed them away or because they pushed me away. I haven't talked to any of my friends in months. I'm sick of letting people down.
So this is how my mental illness has affected my family life and social life. What about you?