I'm going to sound very naive/ignorant here, but I'm not sure how I feel right now. I'm not entirely sure if I'm depressed or I'm just emotional. I can't really talk about I feel to anyone, either, because I'm much too scared.
In March 2015, my father an accident that I had watched. I didn't become *too* sad. He turned out okay in the end, so I wasn't majorly upset at all. People were surprised at how happy I was. I surprised, too. I started thinking about mortality and how easyily we could die and how quickly I could lose someone I love.
I started withdrawing from my friends at school. I was no longer having fun. I went online for some sort of relief. I started to hate my piano lessons and I was doing badly in my classes. School was finally over, but I still felt empty. My parents tried signing me up for camps, but those made me very anxious and upset. I wasted my entire summer.
The new school year starts, and I feel much better. I'm laughing with my friends again. It's going great. I'm going to parties, sleepovers, and just being happy again. Fast forward to November, drama happens, and I start to feel down. Then my cat dies in December, and I've never felt so hopeless.
In January, things stay the same. In February, I end up having a birthday party and some things go wrong and I end up hating that. My grandfather is diagonosed with cancer states away and my mom flies up to be with him. He died the day after my birthday.
In March, I'm sitting in my bedroom one night. My parents had just yelled at me and I'm thinking about it. I've never been good with confrontation, but this time something has hit a chord and I start crying, really bad, worse than I have before. I'm not sure how long it lasted, but I got a migraine and ended up being sick the day after and missing school.
Life goes on to be dull. I'm more anxious now, but I'm still talking to my friends. School's going great, and I manage a 4.0 GPA by the end of the year. Summer beings.
Now, enough of the story, and here goes my feeble attempt at trying to explain how I feel.
I've not really had migraines before, except that one time after I cried, but I've had the a few times this recent month that's left me sick in bed for a whole day. I constantly feel nauseous and I don't want to go outside or anywhere with anyone. I don't really want to talk to anyone, either. I've become restless. I used to just sit in my room, pet my dog, and be satisfied. Now I feel myself wondering around the house. Looking for food, even though I have no appetite anymore. I'll play the piano, too, but when I mess up I'll get frustrated and cry. I'm too afraid to go outside, I get bit by bugs and they itch. Also, I saw a giant snake the other day. Not getting bit, thank you. I'll go outside and pet my dog. Sometimes I'll get in the pool. I draw more, now, and I've gotten better. But I used to love to write and read. I still read, I have a harder time focusing, though, unless I'm listening to music. Which is weird change. I used to not focus if I had music. I can't even bring myself to write. I just read over what I wrote, probably a paragraph, and get too discouraged and just trash it. I feel like crying all the time. And I will cry, or get teared up. I'll sneeze. Bam. Tears. I'll look at a picture of a puppy. Bam. Tears. My parents have always been blunt but lately I've started to notice more. They'll say little things like "your hairs a mess" or "you're wearing that?" just little things that will put me off. I used to go to sleep really late and wake up really early. Now, I go to sleep as early as 9 or 10 pm and wake up at 10 or 11. It's really unusual for me. I'm also always finding myself easily forgetting things or bumping or tripping on things. Having a loose concentration. I don't know if any of these 'symptoms' have anything to do with depression, but they're all weird little changes I've noticed about myself this past year.
I ended up having another of those 'attacks'. I honestly don't know if it's an anxiety attack or what because I've not been diagnosed with anything.
I've written this all off as just me being hormonal or something, but I read something someone wrote about their depression and I kind of related too it, and it scared me a little. I'm not depressed, am I?
Also, sorry for the long paragraph. I'm used to writing essays and including much detail as possible...it's instict lol. Thanks in advance to anyone who reads and replies!