Hi, my name's Will, I'm 17 years old and I've been depressed for 5 years.
I've grown up in a hardcore catholic home and gone to catholic schools my whole life. My parents are absolutely obsessive with their faith, constantly screaming at me cuz I'm gonna go to hell for every little thing I do. This might be atributed to my dad's little man syndrome and my mother's psychosis. A large portion of my family is autistic, so we know mental disorders pretty well.
Catholicism had always made no sense to me, being as inconsistent as it is, and it taught me to question authority, question people's beliefs, and recognize hypocrisy. Noticing this at a young age (5), my dad beat me constantly which wasn't good considering he was in the Air Force and has black belts in judo, taekwondo, and karate. He would beat me even more when I would point out that that was kinda against what Jesus preached about, so he would drag my drunk mother into it. She would yell at me and my dad would beat her just for the hell of it. And then we would go to church, bruised and bloodied.
At 12, I realized exactly how screwed up the world is because of religion, politics, capitalism, corruption, and oil wars. I saw humanity for what it was, and still is, and I couldn't stand being a part of it. That's when my depression started and I instantly started getting thoughts of suicide and no self esteem or self respect (which I still don't have to this day). All my friends left me because at our school they taught that depression was a mark of the devil and anyone who was depressed would burn in hell. So I thought, screw them. All I wanted was for someone to be there, someone to listen to me.
Then, on the weekend I had vowed to hang myself in the 8th grade, I got a call from this cute girl at school wanting to know if I would go out with her. Oh god I thought that was the turning point in my life and that everything was gonna be uphill from there. HELL NO! It turns out she was depressed and cut herself (which I never got into). She didn't really like me, she just wanted a shoulder to cry on. We could connect at least because we both had terrible homes/families, but one day something happened and she wasn't depressed anymore. So she dumped me because she didn't want to make herself look bad by hanging out with the "emo kid." It took a while but I got over that.
Things continued to spiral downward until freshman year. That's when I got involved in Satanism and began practicing witchcraft and worshipping demons and whatnot. Funny thing is it helped! What I quickly noticed about Satanism was that the religion made sense and it was real! There was none of this "pray to god with your head bowed and never get an answer" so of thing. Demons would actually appear and talk to me and help me out with different problems I was experiencing. It felt so wonderful to feel like someone actually cared about me. Ironically, when I was feeling the best was the 1st time I attempted suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning, the 2nd being during my sophomore year by trying to suffocate myself with a plastic bag and a belt. I continued my devil worship until 4 months ago, the start of my junior year.
And then I became an atheist. I see now that all religions are just created to control the masses and enslave the weak/vulnerable. Does this make me schizophrenic? That would be my guess but at least I don't allow my hallucinations to interfere with my daily life. By the way I don't do any drugs or drink. Now I loved this: the weekend I vowed to try carbon monoxide again was 2 months ago and I was planning on doing so after going to our school's football game. That night I met my girlfriend and she is essentially my only reason for living becasue I don't want to do anything to hurt her. She is the only person who has actually accepted me for who I am and doesn't think less of me because of my depression. She is also depressed and cuts herself (I love the parallels here by the way) and I'm apparently the first one to not think less of her because of her scars. Whats really interesting is she left the catholic faith and became an atheist the same month I left Satanism for atheism.
My girlfriend is trying to get me to read books to take my mind off life and just forget about all the crappiness and just read some good fiction. What I figured out though is that read for more than 10 minutes at a time is mentally exhausting for me. And it makes me so angry cuz there are alot of books that I do wanna read but I can't. Advice on how to conquer this would be nice.
I didn't talk about every little event that has happened in the past 5 years but here's just a quick summary: known plenty of people who have attempted/committed/not even sure if they're still alive from suicide, friends/relatives of friends lost to drug addiction, feelings of guilt for just about everything I've done in my life, anger burning within me because of how many times I've screwed up. I don't have a license or car so I'm essentially under house arrest unless one of my 3 friends decides to come pick me up out in the middle of nowhere. And if I do survive until my senior year I want to join the military but I'm debating whether I should go Marines, National Guard, or Navy SEALS.
I guess I just needed to get this off my chest but any advice besides going to see a psychiatrist and getting doped up on antis would be great. Thank you for taking the time to read this.