depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
So You're Clinically Depressed
We’ve all seen the memes. Clinical depression is good for a laugh nowadays. I love jokes, and at times, I especially appreciate dark humor. At the right time, with the right delivery, dark topics can be taken lightly, and it’s healthy to have a laugh at yourself sometimes.
By David Leeson5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health: Check-In
Rant I do not know why today is one of 'those days' for me. Let's start with what I should be happy and excited about the most. My fiance's birthday is today, and we have plans to move into our new house. Another grateful milestone that I accomplished this year and with the love of my life. Our lives have been far from perfect, and I plan on documenting it all. Maybe the words will heal me. Honestly, I am thinking of my mother. My cousin just lost his mother, and I feel for the pain he is experiencing. My lupus has put me down for weeks.
By Nia on Air5 years ago in Psyche
RED
Shaking, shivering, it’s not cold, what’s happening to me? My heart races trying to drive out of my chest. My leg bounces up and down about 100 beats per minute. My breathing speeds up, choking on each breath. I try to calm down but I can’t, I can't stop this feeling. Looking around the room my vision is blurred but I can make out the shape of a desk with a monitor on it showing a colorful screen saver to the right of me. A window behind it with the blinds halfway down just enough to block out the sun but still let light in. Next to it, I see many inspirational posters, one saying “ Hang in there!” with a picture of a cat hanging onto a branch, cute, but not right now. I’m sitting at a large table with multiple chairs around it one containing my mother. She’s looking at me with a confused, concerned, glare. I see her face out of the corner of my eye while I blankly stare at the neutral party in the room, lets call her V, V goes on about the process that we’re going through right now. My mom continues to glare at me during the silence, I look down afraid of what she might say to me. V finished typing as the phone starts to ring, she answers, she then says “We’ll be right out” She hangs up then gesture toward the door.
By Andi Cassello5 years ago in Psyche
Postpartum Depression 101
One of the major topics I wish people would have talked about more or even told me is postpartum depression ( PPD for short). I’ve dealt with it and I am still currently dealing with it. Some days are worse than others and some days I don’t notice it at all. what is it? What can you do? Does it ever go away? I’m here to answer all of your unanswered questions about postpartum depression. Welcome to Postpartum 101.
By The.H.Blog5 years ago in Psyche
Through A Child’s Eyes
Alone. Again. Lexi’s husband pulls her close in his sleep. Her son, dreaming beneath his mountain of sleepy toys and fish shaped pillows in the next room. She glances at the pictures of her family and friends displayed on her bedroom wall. Each placed in just the right spot so that no passerby could possibly miss its gaze.
By Katelyn Scheu5 years ago in Psyche
The Never-Ending Weight and Scream
Being depressed is like a full-time job. It takes so much work, time, and energy, just to keep sane. The effort to get out of bed. Once you're out of bed it feels like a huge accomplishment, and you go to look at the world around you, everyone else has already gotten out of bed. While you were dragging yourself through all the awful thoughts. While you were hyping yourself up, they were busy working, having fun, getting ahead. What they don't see is that you did it with a 50 lb rock on ur chest and screaming constantly in your ears. For them, it was quiet and light.
By Evan O’Donnell5 years ago in Psyche
