Okay, I have posted here quite a bit before, but I have never wrote a serious topic about myself before, so please bear with me. I am having a slight problem with depression, and would like some opinions on how to cope with it.
First the basics; I am 22 years old and gay (duh). I have only completely come out to myself and a few others within the last few months. I suppose there are a few reasons for this, namely being I was told being gay was "wrong" and "sinful," and I guess I didn't want to accept that part of myself. Honestly, when I finally did accept being gay, for the first time in my life I was doing something to benefit myself, and it felt pretty great. The problem is, that I still feel a sense of depression for no apparent reason.
I have run various scenarios through my mind as to why I might still feel this way. Adolescence was hell, to say the least. Frankly, I was never popular, always got made fun of (not just being called the infamous names such as "queer" and "homo," but I always got teased for my looks and my inability to play sports.) I also felt overly criticized for every little mistake I made, and undervalued for my good qualities. I even remember wanting to kill myself, though I cannot recall why, I'm not even sure I completely knew why back then. Possibly as a way to make the pain and humiliation go away? I'm still not sure, to be honest. Thankfully, I am past that. Now, I am naturally shy by nature, but my lack of socialization in school was ridiculous. I just had a big fear of rejection, so I just kind of kept to myself, and kept my expectations of myself low so I wouldn't get hurt. I also have the weird desire to always make others happy, even at my own expense. Somehow it doesn't matter if I suffer, as long as someone else is happy, then I won't feel guilt about making them unhappy. One incident I remember freshly in my mind is when my cousin revealed his homosexuality to the family. I remember everybody's reactions, which were pretty much horror. Now he is the "black sheep" of my mother's side of the family. I would LOVE to talk to him, but I honestly do not know how to get ahold of him. That was like hell to a teenager who is starting to realize that he too may be gay. All I remember thinking is "I can't EVER be gay, not if it'll hurt my family members. My happiness does not matter" This was done at my own expense, and delayed my self-acceptance for almost four years. At least I now realize the stupidity of that statement. This is also why I have chosen to not tell my family yet. My emotional state is a little too fragile to handle that type of rejection.
Appecting myself was the best decision I have ever made. Now I am trying to deal with deeper feelings of sadness and depression. I have tried to solve them myself by doing self-esteem exercises, keeping a journal, and talking to friends. It has helped, but only slightly. I still at various times (at least once a week) become deeply sad for no apparent reason. I am considering seeing a therapist to help me through this. I know I can't do it by myself. Is seeing a therapist the right idea? Are these just normal issues stemming from adolescence? Has anyone gone through something similar to this, or possibly have some advice to give? Thanks in advance, and thank you so much for reading.
First the basics; I am 22 years old and gay (duh). I have only completely come out to myself and a few others within the last few months. I suppose there are a few reasons for this, namely being I was told being gay was "wrong" and "sinful," and I guess I didn't want to accept that part of myself. Honestly, when I finally did accept being gay, for the first time in my life I was doing something to benefit myself, and it felt pretty great. The problem is, that I still feel a sense of depression for no apparent reason.
I have run various scenarios through my mind as to why I might still feel this way. Adolescence was hell, to say the least. Frankly, I was never popular, always got made fun of (not just being called the infamous names such as "queer" and "homo," but I always got teased for my looks and my inability to play sports.) I also felt overly criticized for every little mistake I made, and undervalued for my good qualities. I even remember wanting to kill myself, though I cannot recall why, I'm not even sure I completely knew why back then. Possibly as a way to make the pain and humiliation go away? I'm still not sure, to be honest. Thankfully, I am past that. Now, I am naturally shy by nature, but my lack of socialization in school was ridiculous. I just had a big fear of rejection, so I just kind of kept to myself, and kept my expectations of myself low so I wouldn't get hurt. I also have the weird desire to always make others happy, even at my own expense. Somehow it doesn't matter if I suffer, as long as someone else is happy, then I won't feel guilt about making them unhappy. One incident I remember freshly in my mind is when my cousin revealed his homosexuality to the family. I remember everybody's reactions, which were pretty much horror. Now he is the "black sheep" of my mother's side of the family. I would LOVE to talk to him, but I honestly do not know how to get ahold of him. That was like hell to a teenager who is starting to realize that he too may be gay. All I remember thinking is "I can't EVER be gay, not if it'll hurt my family members. My happiness does not matter" This was done at my own expense, and delayed my self-acceptance for almost four years. At least I now realize the stupidity of that statement. This is also why I have chosen to not tell my family yet. My emotional state is a little too fragile to handle that type of rejection.
Appecting myself was the best decision I have ever made. Now I am trying to deal with deeper feelings of sadness and depression. I have tried to solve them myself by doing self-esteem exercises, keeping a journal, and talking to friends. It has helped, but only slightly. I still at various times (at least once a week) become deeply sad for no apparent reason. I am considering seeing a therapist to help me through this. I know I can't do it by myself. Is seeing a therapist the right idea? Are these just normal issues stemming from adolescence? Has anyone gone through something similar to this, or possibly have some advice to give? Thanks in advance, and thank you so much for reading.










