Ever since I was a child, I've had this "dark place" that I (albeit unintentionally) visit quite often, especially when alone for long periods of time. When I'm there, all I can think about is how meaningless everything seems to be and that I don't even want to be part of it. I do not tell others about this "dark place" because I don't want to be put in some sort of mental institution or have medication thrown at me. There isn't anything wrong with me. I just don't believe in being happy simply because someone decided that anything but happy is abnormal.
I have little, if any, support at home. When my husband isn't at work, he's busy or he's sleeping. My mom just wants to complain about how I don't care about anything (in actuality, I do care, just not enough to b*tch about it 24/7 like she does). They're really the only two people I have and they don't help much.
I am neither financially able nor willing to see a psychiatrist/psychologist/whatever. Sure, there are good ones out there somewhere, but a few bad apples ruined the whole bunch for me. I can't afford to waste money on someone who only wants to sleep through my sessions and prescribe medication that I don't need.
My 19th birthday was yesterday and I had to leave my own kitchen when we started in on the cake because everyone there was harassing me. My parents, especially. I hate them. In fact, I hate pretty much everyone. I even resent my husband for reasons that I don't feel like explaining.
Basically, I have a lot of problems and no means to obtain a solution. Legal issues, money issues, health issues... just about all the major problems that can weigh on someone's chest are crushing mine right now. I feel like no matter what I do, even completely selfless acts, are ALWAYS met with opposition. The simplest things I want to do end up being complicated and stressful. I rarely leave the house anymore because I'm tired of dealing with the world. I have doubts about even posting this because I feel like no one will care -- everyone's so busy with their own problems these days. Who cares if one person falls unnoticed, right?
I'm not looking for advice, if that makes any sense. I already know I'm depressed... that was diagnosed years ago. I refuse to take medication. I refuse to see a "shrink" or whatever. I can't afford to do anything, anyway. What I'd like is a reasonable, logical explanation for why I feel the way I do... and don't give me any B.S. about chemical imbalances in the brain because I don't believe in that garbage. Thanks.