depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
Depression
I knew I had been "depressed" for a while, but I realized it was getting worse and more persistent. I was letting my daily thoughts affect my perceptions of situations. I wasn't taking action in my life anymore. I did not care to share my opinions or express my thoughts and ideas. I felt weak and insecure. I felt ugly, stupid, and worthless. I rarely straightened my hair or did my makeup anymore. I remember I constantly told myself I felt "stuck." Later on, I realized that was a perfect depiction of what depression was like. Trust me, I Googled the shit out of mental illnesses and depression for a long time. Back in high school, I used to care about my fashionable outfits and spoiling myself. By a certain point, I was no longer myself anymore due to life circumstances... and this lasted a few years. I realized I developed a Netflix and food addiction because, at the time, it was the only thing that gave me (short-term) fulfillment. Everyone experiences depression and anxiety differently. But for me, I felt it was debilitating and I was just not "present" in my own life anymore. I did not care about a single thing whatsoever. I was never the person to be "suicidal," but I definitely was killing myself in other mental and physical ways.
By Tonya Narzinsky7 years ago in Psyche
Some Days I'm Drowning, but I'm Learning to Swim
I let myself sink into the warm water, feeling it lap at my skin as I crouch into the claw-foot bathtub. But I barely feel the warmth. All I feel is a creeping numbness sweeping through me as I slosh the water over the side of the porcelain and onto the checkered tile. I lower my body to coat my hair in the water. Then I lower further, sinking beneath the surface and holding my breath. I count the seconds in my head...
By Eva A. Schellinger7 years ago in Psyche
Mental Illness Is a Prison
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not okay. Every thought that runs through my head is plagued by thoughts of just ending my life. I have periods when I’m completely fine, and then other times I enter this black hole of sadness with no way out. I feel nothing. Every bad decision, every single interaction I’ve had is corrupted into sadness. It’s a vicious cycle with no end.
By Christina Scanlon7 years ago in Psyche
Living with a Mind That Wants to Die and a Body That's Fighting to Stay Alive
Almost everyone that knows me knows that I've struggled with depression for many years. It's a battle that I hid and tried to fight on my own for a very long time. As I got older, my depression got worse. I was just shy of 15 when I started to struggle with suicidal thoughts—and I still struggle with them chronically six years later.
By Abbey Smith7 years ago in Psyche
The Magic of a Sunset
It’s easy to mistake a bad day for a bad life. I personally have a relatively happy life, except for days when literally nothing seems to go the way I need it to. When things don’t go my way, life is unfair, and I might cry. To get through it, I go to a warm place that offers the most breathtaking view of the sun going down. This makes me happy, and I remember that life is 80 percent good days, and I just happen to be caught up in the other 20 percent.
By Tyra Wilson7 years ago in Psyche
Silently Suffering
When I started my tests and medications to fight my infertility, I thought that I was prepared for how it would all affect me PHYSICALLY (still not true); however, somehow I NEVER could have prepared myself for how it has all affected me EMOTIONALLY.
By Aubrie Thomas7 years ago in Psyche
Thinking About
I always wonder why we let ourselves be confined to such a linear and boring story line. I mean nobody here would play a game repeatedly if it sucked, right? Obviously, things happen throughout our lives that keep it interesting (kids, other good/bad shit) but the way things are today overall is just so... exhausting.
By Paul Sampson Jr7 years ago in Psyche
