I am currently attending my first year of university living in the dorms, and believe that I am suffering from some sort of depression. I want to just have some clarity on the matter, and get some things off my chest. In my family my brother and one of my aunts have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, but I’m not sure if I’m bipolar. In grade twelve of high school I told my mother once that I thought I might be slightly bipolar as well, but she quickly assured me that I wasn’t. I do believe I have a slightly different persona when I’m with my family though, but I’m not really sure. For my brother, I don’t really don’t see him all that often due to the fact that I live with my mother, and he lives with my father. Also, we don’t really get along that well, and I try to avoid him. My brother is in his mid 20’s, and doesn’t take his prescriptions, and is really heavy into drugs. This is where we usually butt heads, and my brother refuses to see he has a problem. I’m a bit of a hypercritic though because before I got to university I used to smoke weed, and have done mushrooms on occasion, but not to the same extreme. The one thing I do find about myself is that I don’t really have anger attacks or really get all that angry in general. My brother though sometimes has really bad anger explosions where the littlest things can set him off, which is apparently common in people diagnosed with being bipolar?
For my grade twelve year during December I felt really in the dumps, and was only getting around six hours of sleep each night. During the winter vacation my one good friend of mine, and myself smoked a lot of marijuana, and some mushrooms (which we had also done over this summer and the last summer as well. I know probably not the smartest of choices). After winter vacation I felt really refreshed, and started to feel a lot more confident in myself, but that only lasted around 2 weeks. After that I reverted to my normal introverted self.
For my university life I don’t believe that my anxiety or feeling like sh*t has to do with being stressed about moving out or to do with my school work. In general I’ve never really cared about getting good grades, and It doesn’t really bother me about moving out. As of late though I find it really difficult to go to all of my classes, and usually end up skipping half of them. If it wasn’t for my friends that come to my room before certain classes we have together, or to come grab me to hang out, I doubt that I would leave my room. Also, I’ve been sleeping a lot lately, and my sleep cycle is way out of whack. One day I managed to sleep for 15 hours. I’m not sure if any of my friends have realized that I’ve been in the dumps as of late. I usually try to keep on a manly guy façade, but in reality I’m rather sensitive. We usually just shotgun beers, and play shot for shot, and other typical dumb university stuff. An old friend of mine from my small home town also lives in the same building as myself, and somehow we started talking about drugs, and he stated that haven’t I’ve done mushrooms before. To be honest it cut pretty deep when he said that. Most of the people that I hang around are all straight A students who probably haven’t ever seen real drugs in their life, while I have 40+ pot plants growing in my back yard at my dad’s. Just thinking about my disgust toward my brother, I wonder what they think of me, even though I stopped doing that, which was mostly because of my distaste for my brother.
As of late I find myself not wanting to do anything, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I really dislike trying. Also, I’ve been having more frequent thoughts of suicide. I doubt I’d ever actually do it though. I have another brother who is slightly older than I, who I am really close to. We sometimes joke how we’re the only normal ones in our family (I think he might be the only one…). I always think about how devastated he’d be if I… and usually cry like a little bitch. I don’t really want to talk to anyone about this, because I feel like people will look at me differently or pity me, and I hate that. Should I go to a doctor without telling anyone? I honestly don’t understand depression at all, and have no clue what to do.