I've been at university for a few months now, and it's been great, the best decision I ever made. I live here, and it's really finally broken me out of the shell I had been imprisoned in for quite some time by a considerable amount of trauma gained from a youth of vicious bullying and some other quite lovely people who saw my broken state and decided I wouldn't mind being broken a little more so they could further their own interests.
I have more friends here than I have ever done. My unhinged sense of humour and tendency for absurdity have suddenly become things that make me popular rather than just wierd. I've even attained a somewhat legendary status in my halls apartment.
The problem is that occasionally, I become depressed. I have no idea why.
This is nothing new. Back home, I would often have periods of time in which I would become incredibly depressed, for hours at a time, it sometimes becoming so bad I physically felt sick, screamed at nothing, and occasionally rabidly bit myself to try and stop myself from crying. It was understandable, I was chained to my past, aware that it was unhealthy to cling to such unpleasant experiences and yet unable to stop, I was lonely, the only contact with humanity outside my own family being xbox live, this fine website, and the occasional chat with local game store till assistants, who I'm sure were fed up of my incredibly awkward ways, but here, it doesn't make any sense for me to be so depressed.
It isn't quite as bad here. Back home it would seem that almost every day I'd have some time where I'd start to feel bad, then worse. Here it's more like once a week or so, and the severity is nothing like at home. I don't feel the need to scream, although it does physically feel bad, it doesn't feel like my insides want to become my outsides. But still, it bothers me enough for me to want to know why.
I can only think of a handful of things that it could be. Simple work stress could be one thing, the load is immense and seemingly non stop, but I asked for that by signing up, and besides, I enjoy most of my work. I could be homesick, I haven't had a chance to come home for a weekend yet due to either work or social plans, but my parents visit every few weeks or so, and that's the only reason for me to miss home. It could be that I don't have a girlfriend and probably never will, but quite frankly, I accepted that ages ago. I debated it in my head and decided such things would be harmful to my work and mental state, and besides, my chances of success were too slim to consider.
It seems most likely that I become depressed due to wondering whether I am any more than a novelty to the people who claim to like me, but I left such paranoia behind a while ago, and even I couldn't be cynical enough to deny that I have more unquestionably "true" friends here than I ever have at any point in my life.
TL
R; I have no plausible reason to be depressed, and yet I occasionally am. Any ideas as to why?
Thanks for the help, and sorry for being such an ungrateful bastard. I know there are people with far more to be depressed about who are never depressed.
I have more friends here than I have ever done. My unhinged sense of humour and tendency for absurdity have suddenly become things that make me popular rather than just wierd. I've even attained a somewhat legendary status in my halls apartment.
The problem is that occasionally, I become depressed. I have no idea why.
This is nothing new. Back home, I would often have periods of time in which I would become incredibly depressed, for hours at a time, it sometimes becoming so bad I physically felt sick, screamed at nothing, and occasionally rabidly bit myself to try and stop myself from crying. It was understandable, I was chained to my past, aware that it was unhealthy to cling to such unpleasant experiences and yet unable to stop, I was lonely, the only contact with humanity outside my own family being xbox live, this fine website, and the occasional chat with local game store till assistants, who I'm sure were fed up of my incredibly awkward ways, but here, it doesn't make any sense for me to be so depressed.
It isn't quite as bad here. Back home it would seem that almost every day I'd have some time where I'd start to feel bad, then worse. Here it's more like once a week or so, and the severity is nothing like at home. I don't feel the need to scream, although it does physically feel bad, it doesn't feel like my insides want to become my outsides. But still, it bothers me enough for me to want to know why.
I can only think of a handful of things that it could be. Simple work stress could be one thing, the load is immense and seemingly non stop, but I asked for that by signing up, and besides, I enjoy most of my work. I could be homesick, I haven't had a chance to come home for a weekend yet due to either work or social plans, but my parents visit every few weeks or so, and that's the only reason for me to miss home. It could be that I don't have a girlfriend and probably never will, but quite frankly, I accepted that ages ago. I debated it in my head and decided such things would be harmful to my work and mental state, and besides, my chances of success were too slim to consider.
It seems most likely that I become depressed due to wondering whether I am any more than a novelty to the people who claim to like me, but I left such paranoia behind a while ago, and even I couldn't be cynical enough to deny that I have more unquestionably "true" friends here than I ever have at any point in my life.
TL
Thanks for the help, and sorry for being such an ungrateful bastard. I know there are people with far more to be depressed about who are never depressed.