I grew up where mental disorders and depression ran in the family. But we were never allowed to talk about it. We ignored it and pretended it wasn't an issue. I remember being 12 and being sad but not understanding why. My parents took me to a doctor (going to a therapist was a no-no) and he said there was nothing wrong with me.
I still remember being yelled at by my father on the car ride home for crying. He asked why I was crying all the time and I said I didn't know, I just felt scared. He said that I was selfish and just wanted attention and needed to suck it up.
So from that moment on I did. I sucked it up. I never let anyone know how depressed I was and pretended things were never that bad. It's been 14 years since my dad died and I've still never dealt with that loss. We had such a strange relationship and even though I was 19 when he died, people much older looked to me to make all the decisions and take responsibility.
I know I shouldn't be depressed. I have a job, a home, friends. But anytime I'm sad, in the back of my head my dad is still telling me I'm being selfish so I do my best not to show it.
I guess I've always felt guilty for being depressed.
I still remember being yelled at by my father on the car ride home for crying. He asked why I was crying all the time and I said I didn't know, I just felt scared. He said that I was selfish and just wanted attention and needed to suck it up.
So from that moment on I did. I sucked it up. I never let anyone know how depressed I was and pretended things were never that bad. It's been 14 years since my dad died and I've still never dealt with that loss. We had such a strange relationship and even though I was 19 when he died, people much older looked to me to make all the decisions and take responsibility.
I know I shouldn't be depressed. I have a job, a home, friends. But anytime I'm sad, in the back of my head my dad is still telling me I'm being selfish so I do my best not to show it.
I guess I've always felt guilty for being depressed.