marostan:


I didn't say it's the cause. I said , it's a "Pure possible sign of depression". Watch out for people that suddenly becomes dirty in their environment and personal upkeep. When personal hygiene of his/herself becomes a difficult one, something is eating that person up.
Like I mentioned earlier that I have been depressed once, sincerely I experienced such. My whole flat was dirty, clothes scattered all over. I wear clothes and pile them up, my hair was unkempt. If I manage to sweep, I just get to the door and leave the sand on one corner of the house. My whole environment was practically dirty unlike it use to be. I shrug to clean only when someone intends visiting. I shrug to do anything that enhances my well being, none matters to me. I lost appetite for food. I was just drying up which I didn't notice or take concern of. After sometime when I must have recovered from my condition, I was reading an article about depression on Twitter. That's where I came up with that point and I reflected on my condition back then. So watch out for people hm you for such signs and see how you can be of assistance to them.

hmmmm this is very true. thanks for the clarification

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I ingested 120 aspirin when I was 14 because I wanted out. I laid in bed that night waiting for death. What I experienced was a floating sensation as if my body was hovering above me. There was a continuous ringing in my ears and 10k drummers banging in my head.


I was sleeping but wasn’t asleep; slipping in and out of consciousness. I was glad I have finally ended it...

My mother woke me up the next morning to get ready for school, I was heart broken that I was still alive.
I couldn’t eat breakfast that morning, my belly felt shallow and empty, but no one asked me why I wasn’t eating.



As I stood at the Assembly ground, a wave of dizziness overcame me, I started throwing up foamy white liquid. The last thing I heard were screams and commotions.
When I finally came to in the hospital, the doctor questioned mother who smirked and said I was a drama queen.

My mother didn’t ask me why I did such a silly thing. She was only mad that I gave people reasons to talk about us.


I did it again at 18. This time I was wiser.
This time I was wiser. I made sure that I had everything properly planned. No need for a note, they already knew why.
I increased the dosage of the aspirin to 300.

I dissolved it in a drink and gulped it down. Then, I started throwing up. The maid heard. Screams.
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I woke up in the hospital. But I shut my eyes, willing myself to die. The longer they believe I’m still unconscious, the chances the doctor will keep topping the medication to wake me up, then, it will be too much for me system, I will go.
Beep … beep...beep… what is that sound? It is distracting my dying process. I opened my eyes. The doctor asked why I did it? My mother said I was seeking attention.


I was kept overnight for observation. The hospital psychiatrist came to see me.
He wanted to know my motive. “Your life is not yours to take” he said. He asked thousand and one questions but I didn’t utter a word.

He was booking another appointment to see me when my mother busted into the room and raised hell.

She threatened to sue the hospital, they had no right to traumatize me the more (like she cared), she was so mad that the veins on her forehead and neck was popping out. She wanted to find out everything I had said in her absence. When she was assured, I didn’t utter a word.....
she took the doctor’s notes and erased our records from that hospital. We never used the same hospital twice for medical ‘emergencies'.

On our way home, my mother shifted all her frustration on me. I was slapped, pushed, shoved and verbally abused.
She called me terrible names and reminded me of how my stupid stunts were attracting unnecessary attention to us. Not once did she ask my reasons, my motives, my triggers... She knows.

My mother – Eberechukwu Adirika nee Ofodili had a tough childhood.
Her father was a village policeman with no atom of integrity. He was a criminal with uniform. He was a hired hand for whomever needed police protection, the shadier your business the better. He had three wives and thirteen children and never bothered about any of them.

My mother was the fifth child of her father and the first of her mother. Her mother made sure she had primary and secondary education. Before, her father could love-vendor her out to one of his associates
, with the help of her mother she ran to Awka and never returned.
When she got to the state capital, she did odd jobs to survive. She won’t tell us what the jobs were, but it was in one of those jobs she met my father – Chris Ozoemena Adrika.
An undergraduate from a wealthy family.

He helped my mother secure an accommodation, started a .....
......restaurant for her, and in turn she took care of his ‘supplies’. Though the ‘supplies’ came later when my mother was solely dependent on my father. He had her where he wanted. In other words, she ran from a brute of a father and ended up with worse for a husband.

At 22, I drank 75cl of kerosene, but death eluded me. I did a thorough research. People died through this method. I didn’t. I was once again taken to the hospital. Stomach pumped, doctors wondered why, mother waved them off.
The only difference is that this time my father told me that he is the only one that will decide when I die.

I gained admission into a university in the South - South, I was overjoyed. Freedom!
My hopes were dashed. My father got me into a private Uni at Nkpor, ...
... a few kilometers from Onitsha and assigned a driver and car to me.

I have never slept outside my father’s house, apart from my nights in hospitals. My life was already drawn and mapped out for me from birth.

My mates envied me. They think I’m a snob. They had no idea.
I’m not allowed to make friends so that I won’t mistakenly get emotional and divulge the family secret. My driver is also my parents’ spy. Every movement I made is reported verbatim. I have no life. I am so depressed. My daily thoughts centers around taking my life yet I’m envied
Was never one to have hope or faith. I was never one to think it will get better. I’m never one to think there will be a way out that is not death. I couldn’t attempt again because I was never alone. My parents made sure of that. I was watched 24/7. I had no privacy. I Needed to die

After 7 years I met him again. The psychiatrist. He remembered me and my mother’s outburst. He was a medical student when we met years ago. He wanted my phone number. I told him I didn’t own a phone. He asked me out on a date I told him I couldn’t. “Why” he asked.
“Too complicated “I said. “I want to be your friend, boyfriend, whatever you are comfortable with” he pressed on. He was running a Masters program and started coming into my lecture room, sitting close to me and we would talk about everything except the “reason”.

How will I explain my breakthrough. I don’t know the word to use but maybe just maybe Sylvester’s prayer is working (Yes. That’s his name: Doctor Sylvester Ifediba).

I decided to read the Bible and ask God to speak to me through the Bible, since he has refused to take my life.
If he wants me to live, he should give me a purpose. Sly said that the answer to all my questions lies in the bible.

I flipped the pages and ended up in first John, chapter four. I was marveled. God loves me even though my life is so messed up!
I couldn’t sleep that night, I cried, I read, I pleaded to God to renew my life. At a point, I think my parents came into my room, but I didn’t care. I needed what I was reading in the Bible; Peace. I surrendered my life to Christ that night in my room.
where so many evil deeds have been committed. I felt a heavy burden lifted off my life. I felt renewed, I had Peace and finally I was free.

I couldn’t wait to talk to Sly. At school the next day, not caring about my parent’s surveillance.
I took him to a quiet corner told him of my experience last night, he hugged me and said a thankful prayer to God. Then, I told him my story.

My name is Njideka Athalia Adrika. The last child and only girl of Chief & Mrs. Chris Adrika. I have 4 older brothers who I was never close to. By the time I was old enough to play with them they were already in boarding schools. We never had relationship till date.
Naturally, I was close to my father. When I was around 3 years old, my nanny then asked me a simple question: has anyone being putting their finger in your pee - pee because I always flinch in pain when she is bathing me. I said yes. “Who” she asked. “Daddy” I answered excitedly.
She told my mother and she lost her job (or her life, who knows).

My mother sat me down that day and told me that I shouldn’t tell anyone how much my father loves me, that is how father’s show love to their daughters.
I found out years later that the girls in my class didn’t receive such love from their fathers. My father was an animal and my mother aided him to keep her place in the society.

My mother took me to my first and numerous abortions. When I was not ‘available’, my mother ‘supplied' my father with young girls. I was a intimacy gadget for my father and my mother made sure I was well polished and shiny for his use. I tried taking my life several times...

By the time I ended my story, Sly was weeping. He followed me home that day and asked my father to release me to him or he’ll expose him. My father of course threatened him with death. Sly said and I quote; “The story is in the pipeline, any day I go missing, it hits social media
“
I think about that sometimes and am thankful and glad I didn’t t die.

I am 58 years old today, a wife, a mother and have had a wonderful life, one I wouldn’t have otherwise had.
I can't stress how important it is to seek a good friend, a pastor, or professional help....
if the feelings of suicide or depression overtake you.


I attempted suicide several times because I believed I wasn’t worth anything. Death was my only way out.
Thank God for salvation; for forgiveness; for my faith in Him. For making me a vessel unto honour.

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I hope this message helps someone..

an overview on what depression is


A mental health disorder characterised by persistently depressed mood or loss of interest in activities, causing significant impairment in daily life.
Possible causes include a combination of biological, psychological and social sources of distress. Increasingly, research suggests that these factors may cause changes in brain function, including altered activity of certain neural circuits in the brain.

alot of sense in this message, the willingness has to come from the individual, depression is a silent killer. knowing to show empathy instead of sympathy is also very important.

catwalq:


Watching funny videos helps because when you laugh your brain releases chemicals that help you feel good.
As for those suicide thoughts, you think suicide will end your pain but trust me it won't,it will only transfer the pain to others around you. The decision is yours but the impact will be on others.

There are many wonders the world has to offer,depression just blinds us to those wonderful things. Whoever you are,be strong. You're gonna pull through and share your story with others.

Let STRENGTH BE YOUR ONLY OPTION...

megaxart:


I don't care about anything really. Sometimes I'll distract my suicidal thoughts by watching videos and talking to people. I'm pretty sure I'm depressed.

what are you depresssd about. Like how did it all started. Im glad you mingle with people rather than keep an isolated life. please desist from stating alone often cos the thought of committing suicife will definitely creep in

megaxart:


What if I've lost interest in things I once cared about?

if youve lost interest in the thibgs you care about it can mean two things, either you care about something else now cos change is constant or you are depressed and need help

can any of the mods move this to front page for more audiences please?

catwalq:


Not cause,SYMPTOMS... Along with loss of appetite, lack of interest in activities and people,anger,numbness. The list is really long.

hmm thanks for this.

catwalq:
I like to believe everyone falls into depression at one time or another though in varying degrees.

At such times, its best to remember that strength is the only option. Talk to people, write down how you feel,think of at least one good thing that gives you peace and do it as many times as you need to.

Depression is real and its not nice AT ALL...

Have you ever been depressed, if yes can you share please

catwalq:
I like to believe everyone falls into depression at one time or another though in varying degrees.

At such times, its best to remember that strength is the only option. Talk to people, write down how you feel,think of at least one good thing that gives you peace and do it as many times as you need to.

Depression is real and its not nice AT ALL...

"talk to people" which is good but we should be mindful of the type of people we barw our minds to. Especially the ones who'll later use our situations against us. its why this thread is created, a faceless forum, we can as well just bare our minds without the thought of being condemned later.

marostan:
Depression is real. I have once been a victim and it only takes the Grace of God to come out of such situation.
"POOR PERSONAL HYGIENE ARE PURE POSSIBLE SIGNS OF DEPRESSION". Watch out for people around you.

can you further expain this poor personal hygiene being the cause.

This thread is created for people who are depressed to come in here and share their story. For those who have overcomed depression we'll like to hear the steps you took to handle depression. It's so sad hearing/watching/reading news of people committing suicide, mostly our youth. it's so scary cos its becoming so common lately. I've also been down that path(depression) and how i got out of it is God's grace. With time I'll narrate my experience(s).
Its also unfortunate that we barely have shrinks, practicing psychologists, good counsellors that we can run to for advice. Even most Pastors/Imams who claim to be there for us will always be the first to judge us, point accusing fingers when we seek help from them.
This thread is opened for all to contribute and also pen down their thoughts and how they feel. Hopefully i and those who are willing to give one or two assistance or a word of advice will do so.
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My guy, you're particularly dull! And so? What's wrong with "search for" excellence? To seek has several connotations which include "attempt to find something", "To try to locate or discover", "To endeavour to obtain or reach" etc. In this context, I meant that we should try to endeavour to obtain excellence!

The meaning of a word depends on the context in which it is used, mister. Stop highlighting your poor schooling. I actually thought you had something intelligent to say, and I was willing to learn, insult or not!

This is exactly what I was trying to highlight; instead of supporting my point to create a better society, you were rather searching for a weakness in my rendition to scratch your deep inferiority complex.

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internetpirate:
My guy, you're particularly dull! And so? What's wrong with "search for" excellence? To seek has several connotations which include "attempt to find something", "To try to locate or discover", "To endeavour to obtain or reach" etc. In this context, I meant that we should try to endeavour to obtain excellence!

The meaning of a word depends on the context in which it is used, mister. Stop highlighting your poor schooling. I actually thought you had something intelligent to say, and I was willing to learn, insult or not!

This is exactly what I was trying to highlight; instead of supporting my point to create a better society, you were rather searching for a weakness in my rendition to scratch your deep inferiority complex.

Oh Lord!!!

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