I’ve never been diagnosed with depression, but for a while now, I’ve kept track of my mood levels and for the past few weeks, I’ve been really depressed for weeks straight. Even when good stuff happens to me, I always seem to be in a really low mood. Admittedly, I’m really stressed about school and I let the pressure of good grades get to me, but that’s not the only thing. I can’t help but be in an awful, depressing mood. My mom even told me she doesn’t like being around me because I’m too sad.
After weeks of being depressed, I had two really good days (yesterday and the day before). I felt super good about myself (I’m always self-conscious about the way I look) and I was in a really good mood (though I couldn’t concentrate in school because I was so antsy and I couldn’t sit still) and I was really hopeful that I was starting to get better.
But today, I was in another low mood. I was taking an online test for a class and I started panicking–my feet got numb, my legs got numb, I was light-headed and I kept hyperventilating, I could barely write, I felt like I was going to pass out. I screamed at the computer and I kept getting answers wrong because I couldn’t concentrate and I kept screaming and my mom just told me to calm down, but I couldn’t. So as soon as the test was done, I went up to my room and screamed some more and cried and threw pillows across the room and I wished I was dead and I grabbed a bobby pin and sort of cut at my wrist with it. It started bleeding a little, but I’m fine now, and the cut is covered up by my watch so Mom can’t see.
I guess I’m just really frustrated because school’s barely started and I’m already getting stressed over classes (though I was depressed over the summer, too, it didn’t just start recently). I haven’t been able to do the things I enjoy lately (not that I’d feel like doing them) and I just want to stop existing and disappear.
I want help, but I don’t know who to go to. I’ve kept a journal for the past few months that keep track of my mood, but I don’t want to go to the doctor because I’m worried of what Mom might say. I don’t know what to do, and I’m really scared and sad, but I don’t really have anyone to talk to about this.