My Creek

Everyone out there feels like they are not special to anyone. That there do not deserve to be here, that the world would be better off without then. Then reason why they feel that way is because they suffer from either Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety. In my story I will explain to you my why and how I deal with it day my day.

When I am alone, sad, and feeling down I take a walk down to my favorite spot at the creek. It is so peaceful there even though it is so close to the main road. To me it sets a stage in my mind of being in the mountains' where there is no power and other people.

To me the creek it my happy place, my place I can go no matter how I am feeling. I go there to read, to be alone with my thoughts, and to just sit and think about what my life has become and will be come.

My biggest problem is that I suffer from chronic depression, PTSD, and anxiety. I have a hard time doing the things that I really love to do or enjoy doing, but when I am at my creek it is like none of even matters anymore.

Most people do not understand what comes along with having one let alone all three. Most days I do not want to even get out of bed, talk to people, or even acknowledge that the day has started. I have found that the sound of the creek running around me helps calm me and puts me in a sense of ease.

When you think of a person who suffers from an illness, you do not normally think of someone with depression, ptsd, or anxiety. The sad part of it all is that there are so many people out here that suffer from these ever day and they suffer in silence. So many people do not know where to go to get help and it never ends well for them. The longer we suffer in silence and do not get the help we need a high percent of us lash out in ways then end part for a high part. Some people who suffer turn to drugs, some turn to sex, and other seek a final way out and commit suicide.

I will be true with you all and I have turned to each and everyone of these at one point in my life. The only reason I am still here today is because I had a friend show up at my house that day, I tried to commit suicide and call 911. After that day I meet my husband ad he had been my rock to help me alone this path in my life. Also, my creek is my safe spot to go when things start to get hard and I start to think about the ways I can escape again. The best thing we that suffer can do is look for the one person who can be you rock and know that someone loves us, and we have a reason to be on the planet.

My depression, ptsd, and anxiety got bad after I was rape by my brother’s friend. When someone take that type of power away from you, you become lost and hopeless and you just want to do anything you can to end the pain. I suffered with what happened to me for a few months before I ever told anyone in the hope that telling someone and letting what happen come to light would some how make thigs better and it only made thing worse. People look at you different when they know things about you and that makes you wan to climb into a hole and never come out.

I will add more in my next story about my life if this one finds it way to people out there. I want my story’s to help people and be a way for them to get help if they need help and want to talk with someone who has been through something like them.