depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
What Is Winter Depression and How to Deal With It in 7 Items?
Usually, the gloom of the winter months makes us dark. Being overcast can cause mental depression, so there are days when we don't want to leave the house. Some days you may even be spending most of the day sleeping. This mildly depressed mood is called winter depression.
By Selim Furkan Gul5 years ago in Psyche
The Right Look
Laura Petroski had the ‘right look’ – blonde, blue-eyed, tall and slender with a leg-to-torso ratio of 1.4%. Her grandmother, Reba Petroski, told her the ‘right look’ would give her privilege. As proof she cited the disadvantages of Laura’s mother, Magda Wysocki, a petite brunette with brown eyes and a comfortable arse.
By Wendy Anne Waters5 years ago in Psyche
She And Her
I suffer from depression and it grips me without provocation at times. At one time for therapy, I was told to have a conversation with my depression as if it was a tangible thing. I thought the exercise silly at first and had no inspiration. Inspiration is hard to come by when you are in the throws of depression. I thought at first, I would create a dark monster that pursues me. I would have to do battle with it and have a heroic ending. Instead, I created an alter-ego who is both me and yet a separate person that can be spoken to. Anyhow, below is the result of taking that therapy prompt seriously.
By Jenni Opris5 years ago in Psyche
Happiness after Depression?
Is it even possible to be happy in the same way you once were after battling depression? I'm still trying to find the answer after dealing with it myself. I have had depression since I was a child due to my life circumstances. I have been in therapy for years, and have gone through trial and error with medication until I found the one that seems to help. Occasionally, I laugh, I smile, and I seem happy. What I actually feel though is not much different from when I was going through a depressive phase. I do not get a spark of joy or a sense of satisfaction out of anything. That could be my perfectionistic standards, but I believe that since I have been clinically depressed for such a long time, my brain is in a permanent state of neutral. I know I should be happy and excited, but it's as if I can't feel pleasure unless it is physical. Which begs the question, can you even BE happy in the same way after dealing with depression? Science says yes, but how long afterwards is inconclusive and depends on the person.
By Cosmo Carr5 years ago in Psyche
The Darkness Guardian
On a cold, Northern Canadian night, a young couple sit gathered on a comfy, grey couch, cuddled under a white cotton blanket. Each reading a book as the internet is down; listening to the wind snarl, like a wolf blowing snow with every deep howl. The crackling fire with a gaze so sharp, so bright, it is as if there is an owl staring at them with their piercing yellow eyes. Creaks and faint scratches as a village of little grey mice attempt to make a home in the basement for the winter. "Stay warm, don't let your feet touch the ground. Keep your toes wrapped under his legs. Protection." The woman's heart whimpers to herself. Scratchy legs resembling a cat's whiskers, it is worth the tingling sensation in her little piggy’s.
By Kayla Smith5 years ago in Psyche
Gideon.
Twenty Seventeen. I had always felt not quite right… When I was eleven I was diagnosed with Anxiety. That's something I had learnt to live but 2017 felt different. The anxiety began to suffocate me and I was feeling more sad then stressed. The world around me started to feel different, I didn’t feel apart of it anymore. I felt like I was watching my body from afar and had little to no control of it. I was sixteen and in my tenth year of schooling, I had started to slowly disappear from my friends. Instead of going five days a week like I was supposed to, I was only going three or four. I couldn’t get out of bed some mornings but I was still keeping up with work, so no one really noticed how bad I was getting. It wasn’t until the end of 2017 when I had little to no friends left and was only attending one to two days a week… I was no longer keeping up with my work and was at risk of failing the entire year. My friends and I never had a falling out or anything, I just wasn’t present enough in our friendship and they eventually gave up on me. My mother took me to a doctor early December of that year, three days before my seventeen birthday… that's when I was diagnosed with depression. They started me on a low dose of antidepressants but they weren’t really helping, I was told to give it three months before they looked at different options.
By Gemma Walsh 5 years ago in Psyche
