<p>After seeing the thread about antidepressant study, I was curious as to your opinions about when it is necessary to seek help for depression/anxiety. </p>
<p>To explain this, I come from a family that has had a long history of problems. (One might even call it a genetic cesspool, really… rapists, child molesters, a slew of drug addicts and alcoholics, and if you go back a few generations even a guy who murdered two of his children…) My parents grew up poor and so did all of their siblings in addition to all of that other mess, so oftentimes when I come to them or anyone else in my family with a problem, I hear about how they’ve had it so much harder and I have no right to complain. Essentially, I get told to suck it up. </p>
<p>I suppose there’s merit in the idea of being tough and dealing with the situations that life throws at you, but how do you know when your level of distress is outside of the realm of normal and sucking it up simply isn’t an option anymore? I’m asking this because when I started high school, I was well-known for being a very happy-go-lucky, friendly person, and I was definitely a lot more outgoing than I am now. I’ve found that as I’ve gotten older, I’ve begun to withdraw, relate to people less, and in general I just don’t seem to take what life throws at me as well as I used to by a long shot. When I was 11, I took caring for a one and a half year-old child with my 9 year-old brother practically by ourselves with a certain level of stoicism. Now, I get a paper, the idea of writing it makes me depressed, I try to escape with various distractions (TV, internet, etc.) and then when the due date rolls around I usually panic, cry, and then stay up all night writing the paper. What’s worse, is that I spend the entire intermittent period unhappy, but I still do it every time and I can’t really explain why. I just can’t seem to bring myself to write the paper before the last minute, just like I have to struggle to get out of bed in the morning, or to do anything else really. It seems I spend a good amount of time psyching myself up before I can get anything done because I know that what I will be doing won’t make me happy. </p>
<p>Even as I’m reading this, I’m cringing thinking this is exactly what my parents would call me being dramatic/lazy/whiny/insert whatever other term here. But, when I get to thinking about life, I just get sad because I feel like I work and work and work and then eventually I get to retire and have a few good years before I die. How do I know the difference between me having a crappy attitude and me being depressed?</p>
<p>I apologize in advance, because reading over this, I don’t really even know what I’m trying to say. I just have so much swirling in my head that I can’t seem to fall asleep anymore, hence me being up and trying to get some semblance of what I’m thinking written out.</p>