Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:My estranged father committed suicide 30 years ago when I was in college. I say “he died in a car accident”. Only my mother (who was abused by him when they were married) and my 2 siblings know.
I am severely depressed. I am so tired, have zero friends, and no hobbies. I am on anti depressant but stopped therapy when we moved during Covid (because it wasn’t really working). I am coping by distracting myself with Netflix and podcasts. My DH is so caught up in his career that he doesnt seem to notice. Or he thinks I’m lazy. I am fake and mask it well enough.
Although I don’t have a reason to want to live, I know I will never harm myself; because I don’t want to do that to my kids - high school junior and college freshman. I don’t know what I’m going to do when my youngest graduates next year. We are very well off 7 figure HHI but “money doesnt buy happiness”. I think my DH deserves someone better - happier and more active for the retirement years. I sometimes don’t want to try.
My 2 secrets are probably related.
My dear phone friend, your dad did not “commit” anything; he died from depression, which is sometimes deadly. You have inherited the illness that killed him. There is a chance it could be treatable for you, and you might en able to see life VERY differently and find purpose and joy in the years you have left.
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So sorry you lost your dad and so glad that your depression is not so severe right now that you can’t see how much it could hurt your kids. You are a good mom.
You have $$$$, so PLEASE: try ketamine infusions. They are legal. They improve symptoms of suicidality in over 80% of patients including those with treatment resistant depression and complex trauma.
When I tried ketamine, the results were nearly instantaneous, and the next morning I woke up with my black depression nearly entirely lifted. Gone. it was like I could look up and around for the first time in decades. And when I realized how clearly I could feel and that I was still here with a functioning brain under all those years of blackness, I wept.
I wept mostly because I was so sad and angry that so many people who I loved did not know this relief was available. Especially my brother, who died by suicide just a few years earlier. Er had a lot of trauma in childhood.
For me, the ketamine did not keep working forever…treatments were $450 each and I don’t make enough ad a teacher to afford them when they weren’t as efficacious as the first year I had them every 3 weeks or so, but my baseline is way higher now than it was before I tried ketamine. Because now I know that my depression is not ME. I’m still here. And someday they’ll find something else that will work. I have hope again.
You have money, please please please try it. Please. You deserve it.