I've been a teen with depression for a long time, clinically diagnosed three years ago. It's sad that so many people have to live with such an illness.
I, for one, have been destroyed by it. I had a lot of friends in school, then when SP and depression soon thereafter in 10th grade, I decided to homeschool my way to a diploma. I finished my final three years in just one and went to college the next year, the whole time trying to mask my anxiety and depression using drugs with what were believed to be my "friends." I smoked a lot of pot and used a wide variety of drugs. My anxiety became so bad about a year ago that I began avoiding most social situations. Most of my friends tried getting me to do stuff for a while up until a few months ago, when I lost contact with everyone outside of my family. I dropped out of college altogether a month ago, allowing the anxiety another victory. I'm currently doing medical transcription training so that I can work at home, which is probably going to make my life less stressful, but more agoraphobic... I still smoke pot to this day. I sometimes get on AIM and get a stray message asking to hang out the next day, but my SP just gets the best of the situation every time. I've more or less given up trying to battle the anxiety. I stopped using medication because it was ineffective after about two years of various SSRIs, Benzos, and Propanolol. The drugs just turned me into a zombie, not caring about the negative things, but not caring about the positive things either. Propanolol, the doctor said, would slow my heart beat, which it did. She did not tell me that it would do so by turning off my adrenaline. I felt deceived, and was tired of paying for bullshit meds and getting hooked on more drugs. Yesterday I found out on CNN that higher percentages of aging people are getting bone loss and its being linked to SSRIs. What medicine! I still smoke pot to this day as my medication (helps me forget my anxiety and be more interested in the world around me, and it has no side effects except red eyes and euphoria, too bad!

lol) but I know that so many people have found help with this illness via the same drugs the doctor was giving me. I'm torn, though, on whether to go back to her for help because what I'm doing now isnt getting me any better...