Hi everyone
I don't know who or where to go so here I am. Depression is nothing new to me nor is helplessness. Each time I deal with these things, undereating and over exercising seem to do the trick for me because they make me lose weight and then (at least while i'm losing) I'm happy. Each time I've acheived goal though, i reach there and i find that i'm still feeling depressed and deprived so slowly the binge eating demons come back in and i get back to my old heaviest weight or even heavier.
My last effort, a few weeks ago, i started exercising again and before long i was doing 3 hours a day. The eating started off OK but got worse- It seemed like my body craved sugar so before long i was eating 8 and 9 atkins bars, cans of diet coke and any low/ no carb products (lollies etc) i could get. I ignored all this because for a week or two i was still able to lose some weight (because of the extreme exercise) but then i got a realtively serious calf injury which had me out for 5 days.
Now its been 10 days and my injury is gone but i haven't gone back to any exercise. Food is still the same, i'm eating the artificial sugars (and eat more and more of it each day despite feeling so sick and getting cramps etc). Seems like the only think i look forward to is the sugar hit i get. Things are bad at home with my husband because i'm so down and he doesn't know how to handle it either so we just argue all the time.
I've tried counselling, hypnotherapy etc etc but nothing seems to work. I've been in therapy for years and still can't get it right.....i feel so very very depressed and lost. Medication hasn't worked, talking doesn't do anything and it seems like i'm not willing to let go of my sugar addiction despite knowing of all the health problems it creates now and can create in the future.
I'm lost and don't know what to do- i just want to crawl up and hide/ die etc although i'd never have the ability to do so.....my faith in God stops me even though i feel so distant from him right now.
I don't know what i was looking for when writing this, i don't know what answers there are nor if there are any answers left
i guess i just wanted to vent and type to someone- someone who unlike my family and husband, won't fight back and say (hopefully not) hurtful things and angry things.
Anyway- enough from me for now....thank you for listening....
take care everyone.....
I don't know who or where to go so here I am. Depression is nothing new to me nor is helplessness. Each time I deal with these things, undereating and over exercising seem to do the trick for me because they make me lose weight and then (at least while i'm losing) I'm happy. Each time I've acheived goal though, i reach there and i find that i'm still feeling depressed and deprived so slowly the binge eating demons come back in and i get back to my old heaviest weight or even heavier.
My last effort, a few weeks ago, i started exercising again and before long i was doing 3 hours a day. The eating started off OK but got worse- It seemed like my body craved sugar so before long i was eating 8 and 9 atkins bars, cans of diet coke and any low/ no carb products (lollies etc) i could get. I ignored all this because for a week or two i was still able to lose some weight (because of the extreme exercise) but then i got a realtively serious calf injury which had me out for 5 days.
Now its been 10 days and my injury is gone but i haven't gone back to any exercise. Food is still the same, i'm eating the artificial sugars (and eat more and more of it each day despite feeling so sick and getting cramps etc). Seems like the only think i look forward to is the sugar hit i get. Things are bad at home with my husband because i'm so down and he doesn't know how to handle it either so we just argue all the time.
I've tried counselling, hypnotherapy etc etc but nothing seems to work. I've been in therapy for years and still can't get it right.....i feel so very very depressed and lost. Medication hasn't worked, talking doesn't do anything and it seems like i'm not willing to let go of my sugar addiction despite knowing of all the health problems it creates now and can create in the future.
I'm lost and don't know what to do- i just want to crawl up and hide/ die etc although i'd never have the ability to do so.....my faith in God stops me even though i feel so distant from him right now.
I don't know what i was looking for when writing this, i don't know what answers there are nor if there are any answers left
i guess i just wanted to vent and type to someone- someone who unlike my family and husband, won't fight back and say (hopefully not) hurtful things and angry things.Anyway- enough from me for now....thank you for listening....
take care everyone.....

...That hole was covered on the outside with nothing more than a huge tarp. All I could do was cry in disbelief. I called back here and explained to my boss that I would not be coming back! That was on a Friday, I tested for a job on Monday, got hired on Tuesday, and started work the following Monday. It took me 3 months to get us out of that place, and I promised myself that I would never live like that again. I took care of my mother from Jan of 2002 until October of 2007, when she was finally awarded her disability after 6 years of trying. I'll be 27years old this year--she'll be 51. I spent 4 of those 6 years in a place that I did not want to be in, taking care of my mother and myself on a salary of $1399 a month, but I'd rather be there and know that she was taken care of, than be here and be in the dark about everything. It didn't take long for depression to set in, and before I knew it I had gained more than 70lbs! My mother's health worsened and she ended up having Triple Bypass surgery and 4 stints. While she was having the surgery, my father was here in Dallas in a coma. He was attacked May12th, coming home from work, head bashed in, nothing taken, and left for dead. He was on life support for a while, they kept trying to pressure me into telling them to pull the plug on him, and when I wouldn't they threatened to form an ethics committee and make the decision themselves...That's what they did.. they pulled the plug and he started breathing on his own. He got tired of fighting August 20th and finally went home. So, my mother was in the hospital haveing heart surgery, my father was in a coma-near death, I'm extremely depressed, overweight, and clueless as to how to handle all of this at 23 yrs of age. Prayer, faith, and determination are the things that saved me. My mother, at 51, has had 4 heart attacks (most recent last week), 2 strokes, and Angioplasty, Triple Bypass, a total of 6 stints, fauceted degenerative disc desease, and the list goes on and on! It blew my mind that it would take 6 years for the Social Security Administration to find her situation favorable. I promised her that I'd stay there until she got either an apartment or disability..which ever came first. I stayed, she got her apartment August 2005, I applied for a better paying job, got hired, moved back to Dallas..and as a result my salary increased 3 x's that $1399 I was making before. I was able to live here and still help her by paying her bills and sending her money to help with medications and extras. In October 2007, I was on my way to work, when she called and told me they'd approved her for disability! I cried for almost 2 hours..not sad tears, but tears of joy. Mostly happy for her..she'd worked from the time she was 14 years old up until having a heart attack and stroked combined. All of those of giving of herself, and it took 6 years for somone to actually give a damn!
Blessings are really something else. 

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