BrandyBlue
6-21-05, 02:21 PM
I haven't told anyone this, but...
I got a temporary IT gig where I interned. I'm working here for about two months for not too bad money, not a bad job.
I have come a long way from that suicidal, severely depressed, bedridden mess that I was a few years ago. I am trying to get used to working again, being around people, driving in traffic, etc. So far, I have been doing well. Then, I am going back to school again in the Fall for Graphic Arts, since IT is a half-dead field and I really don't want to do it for the rest of my life anyway.
I am proud of myself for getting the courage to go back out there, for trying to get out to do something every day (even if I just go pick up a gallon of milk for my sister, or just walk around someplace unfamiliar to force myself to do it), for pulling myself up out of a terrible depression, for going on with my life.
Depression never goes away, and neither do other mental illnesses. I had a big undertaking here today, and last night I woke up with such a horrible panic attack that I vomited and shook and cried. But, I got myself up out of bed at 6:00, got my ass out the door and came here and did it anyway. And I succeeded.
On the other hand, Del Leppard will be here on the 23rd and I know that I am nowhere near being able to handle that again, I am just getting used to THIS again, let alone a huge crowd like that, in a busy city, etc.
I, right now, am so mad at myself for accomplishing what I have but not being able to do anymore at the moment.
Have you ever felt all torn up like that?
I got a temporary IT gig where I interned. I'm working here for about two months for not too bad money, not a bad job.
I have come a long way from that suicidal, severely depressed, bedridden mess that I was a few years ago. I am trying to get used to working again, being around people, driving in traffic, etc. So far, I have been doing well. Then, I am going back to school again in the Fall for Graphic Arts, since IT is a half-dead field and I really don't want to do it for the rest of my life anyway.
I am proud of myself for getting the courage to go back out there, for trying to get out to do something every day (even if I just go pick up a gallon of milk for my sister, or just walk around someplace unfamiliar to force myself to do it), for pulling myself up out of a terrible depression, for going on with my life.
Depression never goes away, and neither do other mental illnesses. I had a big undertaking here today, and last night I woke up with such a horrible panic attack that I vomited and shook and cried. But, I got myself up out of bed at 6:00, got my ass out the door and came here and did it anyway. And I succeeded.
On the other hand, Del Leppard will be here on the 23rd and I know that I am nowhere near being able to handle that again, I am just getting used to THIS again, let alone a huge crowd like that, in a busy city, etc.
I, right now, am so mad at myself for accomplishing what I have but not being able to do anymore at the moment.
Have you ever felt all torn up like that?