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I was wrongly diagnosed with depression about 8 years ago when I was 16. I say wrongy, but it seemed to fit at the time. I would go into these really dark moods where I was obsessed by my own misery. Everyone and everything seemed either pointless or irritating. Far worse than the bad mood kind of feeling that everyone gets from time to time. What drew the attention of doctors was that I had started self harming and it was growing out of control. The description of these "dark moods" quickly led to a diagnosis of depression and lots of little tablets.
The medication did nothing for me even though I took it correctly for over a year and my condition got worse slowly. I left school and basically hid in my room, watching TV and using the computer, my parents didnt know what to do and left me to it, even though I was by then 20 years old and not working or in education. I became an alcoholic unsurprisingly which only amplified the problems and finally I found myself slipping in and out of delusions and having intermittant hallucinations. Shortly after that I was sectioned. That was about 2 years ago and thats why I havn't posted here much since then lol, lousy net facilities in psych wards these days.
I have now been diagnosed correctly (I hope) with borderline personality disorder, which essentially has to do with mood and emotional instability. It explains why I could be seriousl depressed one day and then hyperactive the next. Or why I could switch from loving someone to hating them in 3 seconds flat.
Needless to say it's a pain in the neck to live with because it tends to make me push away anyone who tries to help. Worse still there is no medication for it at all, the only real treatment lies in intense psychotherapy. Something I thought I was going to get till this bloody government killed one of the 3 remaining specialist units for personality disorders left in the country: The Henderson. I was there for several months and it really did seem to be working, but we were tursed out too early for me to say.
Im now at a kinda of supported housing project where I lead a semi-independent life, and Im hoping to move on eventually. Mental illness can be cured or at least treated given time and support and medication for some illnesses. It's not a quick process. It's taken me 8 years to get here. 8 years where I've done virtually nothing useful for myself or society. To boot I now have an alcohol addiction to overcome and hundereds of highly disfiguring scars to show for it. More work and money needs to go into early diagnosis to stop this happening to more kids.
The medication did nothing for me even though I took it correctly for over a year and my condition got worse slowly. I left school and basically hid in my room, watching TV and using the computer, my parents didnt know what to do and left me to it, even though I was by then 20 years old and not working or in education. I became an alcoholic unsurprisingly which only amplified the problems and finally I found myself slipping in and out of delusions and having intermittant hallucinations. Shortly after that I was sectioned. That was about 2 years ago and thats why I havn't posted here much since then lol, lousy net facilities in psych wards these days.
I have now been diagnosed correctly (I hope) with borderline personality disorder, which essentially has to do with mood and emotional instability. It explains why I could be seriousl depressed one day and then hyperactive the next. Or why I could switch from loving someone to hating them in 3 seconds flat.
Needless to say it's a pain in the neck to live with because it tends to make me push away anyone who tries to help. Worse still there is no medication for it at all, the only real treatment lies in intense psychotherapy. Something I thought I was going to get till this bloody government killed one of the 3 remaining specialist units for personality disorders left in the country: The Henderson. I was there for several months and it really did seem to be working, but we were tursed out too early for me to say.
Im now at a kinda of supported housing project where I lead a semi-independent life, and Im hoping to move on eventually. Mental illness can be cured or at least treated given time and support and medication for some illnesses. It's not a quick process. It's taken me 8 years to get here. 8 years where I've done virtually nothing useful for myself or society. To boot I now have an alcohol addiction to overcome and hundereds of highly disfiguring scars to show for it. More work and money needs to go into early diagnosis to stop this happening to more kids.