I do have a story to tell about my life dealing with depression, posttraumatic stress disorder, and suicide attempts. I am working on it at the present time and it will be a long process to get it composed. I want to help others with my story and hope it will inspire others to not give up and know that it will get better.

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                                                                                                                   Shonna

I have been diagnosed with this because my brother died tragically in Vietnam. I had to fight against my family members depression. I survived but definitely better than most but got fibromyalgia and posttraumatic stress stress disorder and at times I have to work at. Inner children problem. Which coloring book work and baseball games and meditation music video and education. Nami is one terrific support group

I have bipolar disorder with psychosis. It is controlled by medication, but what a lot of medication! Although I have been ill for almost twelve years I was only diagnosed as bipolar two months ago. I feel that many labels have defined my problems including posttraumatic stress disorder, postpartum depression and psychotic episodes. I often wonder if the label changes anything about the suffering.

Recently I have wondered about the psychosis. Here is a little of what it was like:

I am elated and the world is a wonderful place to be. There is a sense of magic in everything and I am at the heart of it. Places to go, people to see and decisions to be made. What clothes to wear and why? I create my own clothes with golden material and feel like an angel going about town.  I am interpreting events, yes, I am busy. I am taking notes and have even quit my job. Suddenly my family seem alien to me, they look at me strangely now and wonder about me getting a job. I have left my husband and he is waiting for me to return.  I feel rushes of emotion which I cannot control - I rip up paintings I have made and stamp on CD’s smashing them to pieces. No one can keep up with my pace…but then there is a knock at the door. My parents called the authorities and I am going to hospital.

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This the continuation from my first submission , it got sent on an accident and it wasn’t completed.  So what I was saying is when I read Harvest time on NAMI’s not alone page when she talked about the Good Seeds & Bad Seeds , I understood what she meant plant good seeds and receive a good Harvest, and throw a way the Bad Seeds an don’t pass them on to anyone.  I realize that that is the truest statement that I read , I realized that that is what I’ve been doing all my life, with my children , husband, with everyone and allowing others to throw there Bad seeds on me.  So With that being said, I’m going to do my very best to cope and plant good seeds and throw away the bad.  I going to go to this DUI school  an get my license back , continue my therapy ,continue my Meds and most of  all plant good seeds an take care of myself.  and know truly,  believe that there is no HOPLESS SITUATION. 

I moved in with my abusive step mother in 2006 and lived with here till 2014 when my dad died of cancer (i was 11). I now live with my bipolar mom and little brother. I suffer from PTSD, OCD, depression, schizophrenia, anxiety, and panic attacks. I used to be suicidal, but I could not leave my brother all alone with my mother, so I’m coping.

I am one of the many faces of mental illnesses. I have been diagnosed with depression, generalized anxiety disorder and post traumatic stress disorder. I’ve struggled with this from an early age and only recently have I started coping with my mental health. When I was on one kind of antidepressant it made me extremely suicidal and aggressive, I finally had it changed to something more suited for me. I wasn’t able to do this on my own though. It took someone stepping in and addressing that I had a substance abuse problem and telling me to get help. I have been clean for 4 months now and I’m working towards staying healthy, both for myself and for my family. I take medication daily and I see a counselor weekly. If there is hope for me then I know there is hope for you or your family member that is struggling with a mental illness. Please, don’t he ashamed to ask for help. There is always someone out there who will understand!

Hello.  My name is Jeff.  I’ve been coping with moderdate depression, general anxiety, issues around self-harm, and trauma issues since I was a teenager.  Around age 16 I turned to music and started playing guitar to give me a sense of worth, and accomplishment.  Iplayed a lot of metallica and megadeth when I first started playing.  I ended up at Berklee College of music.  While I was there I made a number of close friends, that I am still in contact with.  I however also began drinking quite a bit.  I wouldn’t drink every day, but when I did I would get totally obliterated.  I was mostly ro compe with anxiety, and to express things I had kept to myself for years out of anxiety.  Ultimately I came to the point where I was drinking alone.  By the time I finfished music school I was self-harming.  The first time or so it was about self punnishment, but before too long I realized that because of the endorphines I would feel ok for about a half hour after. 

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Hi 🙋‍♀️ my name is Elizabeth C., I wanted to share my story as far as all the struggles that are common for us sufferers & for the loved ones that stand by us who also need support. I began to deal with postpartum depression after my last child. Feeling overwhelmed raising 6 children. I felt alone. My husband at the time had to work afternoons and at the same time my children would be arriving from school. I reached out for help when I found myself locking myself into the bathroom & crying. It felt like a dark cloud over me. I began anti depressants for awhile. Took myself off after a couple years thinking I could better handle it. Some time went by. I had a routine down for my kids to follow & did the best i could. 

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Hello Everyone, first I’d like to Thank You for posting my Hard Coping views/feelings.  Today I’d like to share some good news, which is I stopped all substance abuse , the only thing I take is medication prescribe by my Dr.  And I begin to realize that the things in my life , an the choices I made due to the Depression, or the PTSD or drugs all me , an  the GOOD NEWS is my LORD an SAVIOR was there threw it all he never left me , I found Christ a long time ago but I shut him out I did want I wanted , which caused me nothing but trouble, but I want to tell you that he forgives an he is real, there’s no turning back for me this time I’m  going to make it.  I’m going to live my life for CHRIST he set the example of how we should live and I’m going to do so,  Lead by example.  We have a lot sickness on the earth an it’s not easy , reach out to one another Love one another, help one another, and most important Learn from yesterday, Live for today ,Hope for tomorrow..  GOD BLESS …. P.S. I Hope this post make , be encouraged and there is no hopeless situation, call him an he will answer….

        I had battled depression and suicidal thoughts for most of my life. Up until my daughter was old enough to leave home, I was mostly okay because I was able to function in society, hold jobs, have friends. The depression, PTSD, and anxiety were something I pushed aside into the back of my mind as always moved ahead, driven, motivated. I worked multiple jobs and juggled college along with raising a daughter. I filled my life so full of projects and other peoples’ issues I didn’t have any time to think or address my problems. When a dysfunctional relationship stressed me out, caused me to quit working and isolate myself, I began to really see that I was being mentally abused. He tore what was left of my self esteem into shreds. In the fog of my severe depression and mental anguish , I fled my abuser, try as I might it seemed like I couldn’t get any sort of stability in my life back. As I was financially dependent on him, I became homeless. My “friends” abandoned me. My mother told me to go back to him because “you don’t have much going for you” she said. I couldn’t get a job, it seemed. I found that having these problems and not being unattractive physically brought all sorts of people who did not have my best interests at heart. “Friends” took anything valuable I owned and one year ago this month, I found myself utterly alone, with yet another abusive boyfriend who drank and used drugs. I attempted to take my own life. Obviously, I am here, thank God. I just want to let people know that battle severe depression and suicidal thoughts that these feelings, while we hurt from them, aren’t forever, they are temporary. While the pain we feel is real, those thoughts that plague us are not. I know I am not worthless. I know that I am capable of much more. I have renewed hope in the future and as a result, my suicide ideations have ceased to be. I realize that as an active participant now in my recovery, that I will not only be better than before my suicide attempt, but have now the potential to be a much happier person.