Re: any anxiety/depression sufferers here?
Oh yes i suffer from anxiety and deprresion for years!
I was in doubt if i should share my story,but i will because talking about things,sometimes help,and if there's one thing i know i need is help.
All my life was a vey dificult one.
Was born with lots of healths problems,but most of all,my father never liked me or wanted me.He wanted only boys,and he never believed in me.He never thought i could become someone,so i grew up with the support and help of my grandmother (on my mom's side),and my Mother.
They are the ones that made me be who i am now.
As if this was not enough,and i saw and heard to much growing up,my world falls down in 1999 when my grandmother dies september 19th.
Till today i remember everything i was doing,the day of the week it happened (sunday),the time (13.15pm)...all is so fresh...as if it just happened.
The fact that i couldn't accept her death,(and till today is it is very difficult to me to accept it),took me to a psychiatrist,to being in hospital,taking medicins that changed my body so much,as i gained weight because of it.
I started to hate the way i look,spoke about it to the doctor that changed lots of times my medicins,and nothing worked,untill i decided to stop having medicins.
Medication i was on for 10 years,that everybody was telling me that i was addicted,and that it was dangerous to stop suddendly,i stoped and nothing happened at all.(Thank God).
Had lots of ups and downs,untill June 23rd,2006.In this day,my Mom is in thr hospital making some exams,and all of thr sudden,a brain aneuriysm brusts.We,and she,had no idea she had it at all.All of the sudden my mom is near dying and i am in complete schok because i can't understand what happened,how,and why.
When she finally comes home (2 months later),i change my all life.I put my dreams,my wishes,my life on hold,because i start taking care of my mom that was completly depedent on me.
2007 comes,2008,and my life is still on hold.
2009 comes and to help all this,Michael is murdered!One day he was here,he was siging,he was dancing,making plans for his this is it tour,and in the next moment he is gone.
Till today i haven't grieved for him.Although i know rationatly that he is dead,emotionally,i never felt him so close,so near,so deep inside me.
How can i grieve someone that is so alive in me?
sometimes i'm near tears...but i can't cry.Since that dark 25th,i only cried 3 times,and although i know,althouigh i wish to cry,and need it,something is blocking my emotions.Have no idea what it is,if it is good or bad,although sometimes i think it can't be,others i think it is because it is helping me not loosing control so i can look after my mom,that will have another surgery in a week from tomorrow(monday).
Please excuse me for this very long post.Iam trying to shorten it as much as possible.
I did think,lots of times,in going to a therapist.But i changed my mind completly when i realised that i would have to talk about Michael.
Only a fan understands another fan.
How can i go to a therapist and say that missing Michael is killing me a little everyday?How can i say that music died to me,and that since june 25yh 2009,all my wishes of going to concerts,died?How can i go to a therapist,and say that Michael saved my life?and so many other questions....
There are only 2 therapists,that are of course fans as well,that i would go,and would love to open up without a problem.
One is our sweet Dianelesley.An amazing human being thaqt i love and admire very much,and that luckely to me,is a very dear friend of mine.
The other is a girl (whose nickname i will not say in respect for her),that is from Hland.Another amazing girl,that since day 1,foccused on others,like some people did.
I did as well,thinking it would help...It did a little...but it didn't make the pain go away as i was wishing.
To the eyes of a non-fan,my love for Michael is an obession,is crazy.
To the eyes of a fan,to my eyes,and also to God's(i think),my love for Michael means gratitude,means compassion,admiration,tenderness,(me and him have so much in common my God!so so much...his childwood...his relatioship with his father...and so on...)...
so yes....i think i shared the most important maybe...if i had to say everything i would never end i fear.
And yes...i struggle with myself everyday to get up,i fight with myself when i have to go to a party,because my first reaction is always"no...i don't want to go.lots of people,lots of noise...)ometimes i end up enjoying myself,others,i am so tired in the end that i wish i never went.
So i ask...what can i do to help myself?No mj fans here...can't really go anywhere...
what other choice do i have,but to give time to time,and in between see how things go?I need to be strong for my Mother...