Major Depressive Disorder.
Binge Eating Disorder.
Black and white ways to describe my struggles. On one hand, an assurance that I'm not just crazy, on the other hand, cold, clinical terms that tell me I kinda am. I am a paramedic who cannot work. An empathetic person who hates everything and everyone. A fitness lover who can't stop eating. Who I was has been crushed and replaced with a bitter, cynical shell that I barely recognize. I have been assured there is light at the end of the tunnel, but right now I'm pretty sure it's a train. I am working on finding myself again, on finding joy and peace in life, but it has not been easy.
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Just seeing this. (Yes, I am a lousy friend.)
I battled depression for a few months before I sought help. I don't like therapists or psychiatrists, but they helped me. As did the Zoloft. It's not a failing for asking help; it shows you're serious about getting better.
As far as body issues, I have them in spades. It took a while for me to realize I've been fat for two decades and I didnt want to be like that anymore. Start slowly. Cut some carbs, look toward an Atkins lifestyle. It helped me lose thirty pounds. Yes, it's easier for guys, but you're still young and you can do it.
Little steps.
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