(June 7, 2012 at 1:04 pm)zentor Wrote: i cant go doctor cuz i dont have insruance atm
also i am more unhappy in the hospital and just dying to get out
i have gone through YEARS of treatment - im never gona change - this is just my life until i die
I am very sorry to hear about your insurance, but I think you should be able to work something out with the actual hospital. Some schools offer free counseling to students and discounted counseling to people who don't attend. If you google around in your area you might be able to find discounted mental health clinics if you are low income. I don't know about your area. You don't need to go to the hospital either, unless you are actively suicidal.
I'm not sure how many kinds of medicine you have tried: I am sure you know that if one type of medicine doesn't work you try another. But yes, it does take years sometimes if you are that sick. You shouldn't give up hope though. It won't be until you die. Depression is very common, and people get through it all the time. You'll be OK too, but the sooner the better.
I am not sure how your relationships with your friends or family are, but if you need someone to talk to you can PM me. Posting like this is just going to get you more abuse I'm afraid.
(June 7, 2012 at 1:09 pm)Napoleon Wrote: First, I wish he would go and see a doctor, and stop seeking attention like he currently is. This really isn't the place for it."Seeking attention" is just another way of seeking help.
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Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
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