My son is battling it. He’s 21. It got bad after he witnessed his roommate tried to kill himself about a year ago.
He’s a nice kid too.
He got off his meds about a month ago, and he is doing terrible again. I’m 1000 miles away and really worried about him.
It’s hard seeing a once happy kud deep in the pits of despair.
My heart aches for you. Seeing your kid earlier in his life happy, coping, seemingly normal, and then encountering this depression and changing your kid into someone so, so different. One who struggles with the simplest things in life. Longing with all your heart to help that kid in any way possible, but in the end being able to do so little.
My prayers for you and your family.
I’ve never understood why depressed people would stop taking their meds. I’ve been on anti-depressants for nearly 20 years. They aren’t perfect but I hated how I was without them.