Whats wrong with my brother? is he turning mental? im scared...?
Hes been changing so much so fast! he stays in his room all day, he never talks to any of us, and two days ago he told me to tell my mom to wake him up at 5:30 and i said no just call her and he said no just tell her! and i said no just call her! and he got really mad so i ran in my room and locked the door, then he kicked a HOLE in my door and i was shocked! hes never this mad and i was gonna tell my mom anyways but he got so mad! and then he went upstairs, i didnt see him at all until just 10 minutes ago, and he walked into the kitchen and i was like are you insane? you know were broke right now and now we have to buy a new door! you do realize this isnt our house?! and he was like shut the f*ck up you little bitch and hit me so hard in the back, it hurt and i can feel a bruise coming on my back and im so shocked cause he has never actually hit me he just scares me away, he didnt go to school today and he just stayed in his room for two days after he broke the door so i didnt see him at all, hes 17 turning 18, and i dont think its drugs since hes not really in the popular crew of kids, he doesnt have many friends so where would he get the drugs? he has never even had a girlfriend, hes not bad looking but hes just quiet and unpopular. im so shocked, hes so different, what could it be? some mental thing or what? i cant talk to my parents about it cause they never believe me theyre just like oh relax, hes probably just worried about school. oh and he gets really good grades so why would he risk that for drugs?
ive been crying about this, he just isnt the same old brother i used to have...
he doesnt have any good friends here, he does on iceland but we moved from there 2 years ago
Why did my boyfriend get put on anti-depressants, and I didnt?
I'm 16, my boyfriend is 19, and that is most probably why I didn't get prescribed.
I feel as if I have been suffering with depression for the past 6 years of my life and have recently only come to the decision of doing something about it, the past 3 months, I have been in and out of the doctors for check ups on my progress, and am now going to a series of 4 sessions with a Councillor.
He went to the doctors for the first time, and straight away got prescribed anti-depressants?
Why is this? Is it to do with my age?
The doctors have told me the best way forward is to talk to a councillor and go from there, and because they do not think I am clinically depressed, I do not need medication, even though my boyfriend suffers pretty much the same symptoms as me?
I'm trying to get rid of my anxiety..?
I have it pretty bad, to where I feel like nothings really happening. If that makes sense? I'm sick of feeling like i'm out of it. Any ideas of like, exercises or something I could do? I'm on anti depressants. but it still doesn't seem like its working.
where do you draw the line?
I have been with my husband for 9 years. And in the last 4 years since we have had kids he has become emotionally unavailable towards me. In the past 2 years he has had an emotional affair with a work colleague, which was on and off for about 9 months. In that time I was forgiving and trying to work through things with him, but then I kept on finding out that he was still being secretive and contacting her. I have been put on anti depressants and anxiety medication, because I want to believe him when he swears I am the only one he wants to be with, but his actions are completely different. Now for the last 6 months things have improved as he has moved jobs, and does not see this woman, although he has still been the sae lazy sod as before, he has been rather loving towards me. This weekend, I stayed over at a friends house for a girls night in, and he was meant to be looking after our 4 year old and 2 year old. However he had proceeded to get drunk at home, and when I asked him when did he get the wine that he drank, he told me he went up to the tescos. He left our kids alone in the car!!! That made me so angry, and then on monday morning I received a message on facebook from this other woman's partner from the past years affair saying my husband had been sending emails to her work address. I was sent copies of them and it is heart breaking knowing that he thinks that she is the most amazing woman in the world! And sending her songs etc! I feel like a fool because he apologises and says that he does want to be with me and the kids. This time round I am struggling to want to work it through with him. I want to, because of the kids and because I am a practising christian (although he isn't) I just dont know where to draw the line and need some impartial advice. x
I have kicked him out of the family home, (mondays to fridays at least. (he works a far away from home, so the kids don't see him as he leaves before they wake up and is back home after they go to bed) I have told him that he needs to be out the house for 6 months and in that time I want him to give up drinking as he cant stop once he starts and I have said that I want him to speak to a counsellor. As the days go on, I feel like I am being far to gracious, or should I see these last 6 months through and pray for the best.
I don't trust or like my new dog, what should I do?
I adopted a dog from a shelter through the local Petsmart. In retrospect this was a completely stupid idea, they told me very little about the dog and she had only been up for adoption for a few days. I have had her for about four months and my life has been completely turned upside down since I got her.
She has separation anxiety, and it was so bad that the first day I brought her home she destroyed the blinds in my nice apartment. I let that slide, and there was no way to tell if she was going to stay like that or if she was just nervous. They mentioned to me that she didn't like men, but nothing more than that. It turns out this dog had obviously been abused for a very extended amount of time. I have a lot of problems with this dog. Keep in mind I have owned dogs before and consider myself an animal lover and I have NEVER felt this way about an animal.
She doesn't just hate all men, some guys she flat out tries to attack and bite (she attacked a family friend the other day, he almost hit her with a baseball bat. I wasn't there but it sounds like it was unprovoked). Or she will piss herself, and shake uncontrollably around a guy. OR she will run right up to them and jump on them, being extremely submissive and rolling about on the ground. The past few weeks she has been waking up in the middle of the night and tearing apart everything she can find, including the blinds, my clothes, dirty tissues and pawing at the door until she damaged it. She gets the same amount of walks and attention as she always has with me. I don't know if this dog needs to run a marathon every day, but it really seems like the exercise she gets isn't the problem. She pisses on my couch while sleeping on it. I can't sleep because she is always running around being crazy in the bedroom. She also self mutilates, so I can't put her in a kennel to solve this problem without putting a cone on her, and what is the point of living if you have to be in a cage with a cone on yourself so you don't chew off your own feet?
I went to the vet and got her all checked out, there is nothing physically wrong with her. She gave me Aprazolam which is doggy anti-depressant/anti-anxiety medication. It made her 100% worse. She stumbled around, would flat out barrel into things, and was virtually un-walkable. She would freak out and start falling, rearing, spinning and skittering if she even saw another person on a walk. She also did a flying jump at the center island in my kitchen and knocked everything off and fell on the floor. She constantly whined at me and has every since.
I can't stand this dog, I don't trust her. I never know if she is going to attack something or be disgustingly loving to it. I am afraid that she is going to bite me or my boyfriend, or some random passerby. I don't enjoy her company at all, because she is either whoring herself all over my lap when I am trying to get stuff done or acting like I beat her (I have never beat her and I only use positive reinforcement and the occasional scolding word). I have decided that I can't spend my life trying to make this dog happy, but I don't know what to do next. I don't want to give her back to the shelter where I got her (they obviously didn't take very good care of her) but I can't image anyone else wanting my problem.
I'm in a dilemma. What should I do?
I want to kill myself but I don't like the idea of people being depressed because of my suicide. I know for sure that I could never succeed in life and that I'm just a waste of space. All I ever do is bother people and slow them down even though I'm trying my hardest and doing my best to try to not be a hindrance to other people. Nothing I ever do is good enough and I suck at everything. I shouldn't be allowed to live and I don't even want to live, but I'm being forced to live because I don't want other people to be sad every time my name comes up.
I don't know which to choose: life or death. If I keep living, I'll bring the rest of the people in whatever community I'm in down and I'll slow down any form of progress and growth, but if I die, there are people who've told me that they could never get over it no matter how much they try to forget it and I don't want them to suffer for my sake. It seems like no matter what I choose, someone else has to suffer because of me.
I don't want to leech off the government for some debilitating disorder, even if I could do that, because that'll just make me more depressed and it'll make me feel like even more of a waste of space. I'd be willing to devote my life to helping people somehow, but I can't even help myself, so why should I even be allowed to live? Should I hurt the people who like me for the rest of their lives while benefiting the rest of the world, or should I keep weighing everyone down?
I've been admitted to a mental hospital four times in my life and I'm on an anti-depressant that's actually extremely compatible with my body and brain as well as a low dose of an ADHD medication that doesn't give me problems at the dose that I'm on. Despite this, I don't think I'm worth the assistance I receive.
It's not that I hate myself, either. It's that I feel like I slow everyone else down because I'm not good enough for them.
Ban, out of most of the people I've seen who have "turned to God," they feed off of other people's suffering. Their success is dependent on other people's failure. I'd rather not have anyone suffer because of my problems.
Ab Kin Xoc, if you don't want to read this, don't. I'm not asking you specifically to read it. In fact, I don't even have a problem with you just writing, "2 points," or something equally pointless... or pointful in this case.
