I’m falling back into depression?

Sunday, December 4th, 2011

i’m 17 years old. my family life has always been messed up – drug addict mom who left when i was young and my dad never really helped me get through that stuff. i saw a lot of scary stuff growing up and i was very depressed/suicidal in junior high. these past few years i’ve finally pushed it behind me and am the happiest i’ve been in a long time. however my dad told me he will get laid off soon and we’ll have to move far away. i don’t want to leave my friends my senior year or my mom who is now stable and has a family of her own. my dad is never around anyway, he is literally out of town for work at least every other week leaving me alone since my sister is in college. i just feel so lonely and i’m scared that i’ll have to move, which would suck because my friends are the only people helping me deal with stress from basically living without a parent most of the year. i try telling my dad i am sad he’s never around but he just says he has to work to support us. i understand that but it’s so hard..what can i do??
I’m glad to know i’m not the only one. that makes me feel like i’m not alone! thanks for your encouragement.

and just to clarify to the other poster, i am not christian – but the religion i follow helped me tremendously in becoming happy in the first place. i guess i’ve just been so stressed with everything that i’ve overlooked that. and your answer helped me realize i should let my religion help me again – so thanks!

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Life falling apart. Need help?

Sunday, May 8th, 2011

Ok, I am 16 years old and currently studying ICT, Physics and Maths at A-Level. I don’t really know what happened but it seems that almost everything in my life is running into the ground, for example: my grades have dropped, my relationship with my mother is becoming worse and worse, and the only thing I enjoy in my life is my friends, who my mother always complains about.
When I was younger I was considered very smart and pretty much had everything going for me, that was, outside my family. My life at home was a never-ending hell for me. When I was nine my dad moved away to England for a better job and to get away from my mother, so the violence died down, for a while. In that year I made a very close friend in school. We were inseparable for a year and he became my first true friend. But around Christmas time when I was in P6, he moved to Australia, and I was devastated but managed to remain in contact until he visited little over a year later and he was able to stay in Northern Ireland. I managed to leave Primary school with an A in my transfer test and got into a “great grammar school”.

I found it difficult to settle into the school as I had always found it difficult to make friends with people and I was the only one from my school to go this “great school”. Fortunately enough, I managed to make a few good friends who stuck up for me whenever someone tried to single me out for being quiet. In the summer after my third year at secondary school, my dad came home to visit and he went on a rampage after drinking and the aftermath resulting my mother attempting suicide and my dad having a realisation. There hasn’t been a single incident like this since, but I’m not sure I ever got over the sight.

That was the same summer when I started smoking, but I made a few more friends in and outside school. However the majority of my friends in school were ‘smokers’ or people who disliked the school and I was tarred with the same brush by the school. Early into my fourth year at school, I stayed off school for 6 days caught out. I was punished with a 3 day suspension (Which seemed illogical in my eyes) and I have never figured out why I did it. I did the same thing again later in the year around the time of my birthday but this time it was due to coursework. It was stupid I know, but I didn’t think that I had any choice at the time. A couple of weeks later and my friends and I got smoking in school and we were detained at breaktimes and luchtimes were we did more work. (Basically we got a five minute lunch and I personally was forced to come into school 1 hour early to prevent me from staying off.) I faced a 7:30 – 3:30 day with a five minute break from work. Two weeks into this detainment, I cracked and went for a smoke at lunchtime with a friend. We didn’t get caught smoking but I got another three day suspension for “Consistent infringement of school rules.” At the end of this year my best friend in school left and once again i was devastated, and this one still hasn’t returned.

Fifth year went smoothly until right before my exams. Several people in my year and a few of my friends were doing the drug mephedrone before it was made illegal. They were doing it inbetween classes and even asking for toilet breaks to satisfy their addiction. I personally tried it a few times but never touched it in school. One day, when I was off school ‘sick’ (Doing Coursework), a friend of mine got caught high in the school, and his parents took his phone and blew the whistle. One friend of mine was very nearly expelled for dealing the drug, but because it was legal, he managed to turn to the decision. Anyway, the Head of Pastoral Care in the school called me into her office and directly asked me if I had ever done the drug in school. I said no. She kept asking me and asked me to tell the truth, but she eventually seemed satisfied and I was allowed to go back to class. When i went home that day, my mum ripped into me because she’d had a call from the school. Apparently, I had admitted to taking the drug in school but the school were not going to punish me. I swore to my mum that I hadn’t and had never said that I’d done the drug and she trusted me. This was right before my exams and my mind was thrown. I couldn’t study properly anymore and I just managed to scrape enough points form my GSCEs to get back into school.
Upon my return the principal made a comment about not working and that I should go to SERC (tech), and I was made to sign a ridiculous contract which no-one else had to sign. It said i’d be expelled for smoking or being with smokers in or out of school in school uniform, and mentioned substance abuse. Inevitably, I got caught smoking and was asked to leave. My dad fought like hall and somehow managed to get me back into school. Now I’m stuck with ICT, a subject that I don’t understand as it’s about business and English, and I’m a sciency person. I had no choice in that matter and the coursework has piled up. My relationship with my mother is looking bleak and I am quite unabloe of doing this shitty coursework as I don’t understand it, and my teachers are terrible at explaining things to me.

I’m sorry for the long rant, but I would appreciate any advice anyone can give me. If you need anymore more details, please ask away.
Upon my return the principal made a comment about not working and that I should go to SERC (tech), and I was made to sign a ridiculous contract which no-one else had to sign. It said i’d be expelled for smoking or being with smokers in or out of school in school uniform, and mentioned substance abuse. Inevitably, I got caught smoking and was asked to leave. My dad fought like hall and somehow managed to get me back into school. Now I’m stuck with ICT, a subject that I don’t understand as it’s about business and English, and I’m a sciency person. I had no choice in that matter and the coursework has piled up. My relationship with my mother is looking bleak and I am quite unable of doing this shitty coursework as I don’t understand it, and my teachers are terrible at explaining things to me.

I’m sorry for the long rant, but I would appreciate any advice anyone can give me. If you need anymore more details, please ask away.
Awesome Girl: A-level is what we study in the UK, I don’t have an A in it, as I have haven’t completed then yet. It’s something we can study after we turn sixteen. I think it’s also called a General Certificate of Education (GCE). Also I’m actually at AS-level. (Year before A-level)

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My family is falling apart-again?Help!?

Sunday, March 6th, 2011

When I was really young my biological father didn’t care about me. All he cared about was hurting my mother in any form, so he took me without my mothers knowing, i guess some people could consider that kidnapping. He dropped out of my life when I was 5 and I haven’t seen or heard from him since.

Since then my mother has been in and out of many relationships for the past 13 years. They usually lasted about 1 year, every relationship lasted a bit longer than the other. The longer they got the more comfortable and close I would get to my “new daddy”, but every time I would get closer and feel as if maybe they were it, my father, my mother would end it.

As fast as they went, they came. My mother almost got married once, but decided she didn’t love him anymore, that there was something to nit-pick about him. Then she met her most current boyfriend 5 years ago. They were both the same, they enjoyed their beer and partying, but she still took care of me. But he seems to enjoy it a bit more than her. He is an alcoholic; he is on brain meds because he had some sort of anxiety attack. The pills make him feel less human and weird. So he turned to alcohol. He has been bad enough that we were going to send him to the hospital, but for some reason my mom decided not to. It seems like all she does is ever get mad and I feel like the only one that really wants to help him other than his sister and her husband and my grandparents on my mothers side. My mom has made so many threats to end it with him, but he’s been around the longest and I really care about him, aside from his alcoholism he is really nice and I love him to death, he’s always there for me and cares about me a lot. Out of all the times my mother has threatened to end it with him, today is the most serious, I woke up to screaming at 5 am this morning. So my mom leaves the house and then comes back and acts sort of like nothing happened.

I think she just likes having drama in her life because she feeds off of his alcoholism, I have never seen her cry over it once, only yell and scream and so on. As soon as he has too much to drink she texts friends and that makes me believe that she wants to live in some sort of soap opera.

If she gets so mad over his addiction I don’t want to live with her, because I have an addiction as well, not to drugs, but to starvation, weight loss, I’m anorexic. As soon as my doctor confirms it my mom will tell everyone she knows, my stepdad feels closer to me than ever because I can relate to him, I know what he’s going through, I know what he feels like. I don’t want my mother to end it with him as welll, I care about him to much. I don’t know what to do, she is very hard headed and won’t admit that she has made a mistake at all, even if she, deep down, regrets ending it with him, she will find some way for it to work in her favor. I don’t know how to show her that I care about him too much and that, I know it sounds selfish, but she should consider me in her actions. How do I have her see this?
Sorry it is sooo long.
I have spoken to him about rehab and he won’t take it, but he was in a support group for a while, just not the right one. It was for anybody who had an addiction to anything.
I am 14, my mother was with my biological father for the first year i was born, after that they had a costudy battle and i was sent back and forth between them.

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I have a crack addict mother and my family is falling apart..help!!?

Saturday, September 25th, 2010

ok well heres the problem..my mom has become addicted to crack..shes is a 47 yr old woman and she was in AA for like 7 yrs…sometime during the last 3 yrs she became addicted to pain killers(vicodins) and just about 1 month ago she started doing crack. 3 yrs ago she had a baby boy and my stepfather was deported for driving w/o a license and i dunno if that caused her to go into postpartum depression or i dont know what her problem is…i am 22 yrs old and i have a 4 yr old daughter of my own and now i am also taking care of my little brother….i feel like i am responsible enough to watch him and care for him because i live with my boyfriend and neither of us do drugs or drink and i can also support him financially …She has been in detox like 5 times and shes clean for like 3 months, but then she goes back to her old habits…its so annoying and i just cant deal with it anymore..shes too old for this crap! what can i do…would i be able to get custody of my little brother? this is DESTROYING my family…

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All we Know is Falling Chpt. 29

Monday, January 25th, 2010


with Bin laden. He just paralyzed his father and sent his little brother into surgery. He felt like killing himself. “Joe…Your father and I have been talking. We, think you should go to rehab. Get yourself off of this.” Mrs. Jonas looked on the verge of tears. “Mom…your sending me to rehab?” Joe stood up in shock. He protested the idea of having to stay in anew environment with a bunch of people going through withdrawal. “She’s not sending you to rehab…we are.” Mr. Jonas chimed in. …

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Falling in Love: Jonas Style (Chapter 11, Part 2)

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010


could I forget. The guy that took you away and made me the happiest person alive. Sadie: (crying) Mom. You don’t mean that. You’re just drunk and don’t know what you’re saying. You need help. Leslie: I need help?! I NEED HELP! No! You listen to me. I DO NOT NEED HELP! You’re the one that needs help! How could you leave your own mother? How could you say those awful things that you said?! I GAVE BIRTH TO YOU DAMMIT! I- Sadie: NO MOM.. you listen to me. I am sick, and tired of acting like I …

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