depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
Anxiety is a Twat
I’ve lived with my anxiety and depressive disorder for just over a year now and I still feel like I can’t come to terms with it. I struggle to do the simplest of tasks and, although medication and other methods do help, some days it’s just impossible.
By Jess Peters8 years ago in Psyche
Depression is War
There’s a proliferation of articles and personal stories about depression from other warriors in this unseen battle of the mind. Some describe their battles with suicide while others offer up details on walking through this war torn existence and claim to have found peace. I applaud those who’ve found peace and hope one day to join your ranks. In the meantime, my battle rages on.
By Michelle Wallace8 years ago in Psyche
Depression Is Not A Choice
Depression is not a choice. Have you ever had someone tell you you're crazy? Or make you feel crazy for feelings that are beyond your control? Or maybe you've had someone judge you or tell you it's all in your head. You're making it up. It's a just a phase. You're not alone.
By Destyni Schmuckal8 years ago in Psyche
My Nineteen Years on Earth
Exactly six months ago I attempted, at the age of eighteen, to write my own book titled My Eighteen Years on Earth. I got half way through one chapter before I hit writer's block, and ultimately, gave up on my depressing novel. Since then I have regained the spark in which I had that first day I began my novel, and have decided to attempt my second try at a less depressing, but awfully truthful blog on how it is to live with depression starting from such a young age, and of course the usual teenage dramas.
By Denilia Blue8 years ago in Psyche
Drowning
Sometimes, it all gets a little too much. The rage, the sadness, the helplessness. You think that you can control it, keep it under wraps, and go about your day with a forced smile plastered onto your face. You think that it is nothing, and that it will all be fine soon. You think that ignoring it all will solve it.
By Umamah Rehman8 years ago in Psyche
Sharon & Me
Churchill called his depression ‘the black dog.’ Susan Calman, a Scottish comedian who wrote a hilarious memoir about her depression, called hers ‘the crab of hate.’ Seeing as I’m not particularly a fan of dogs or crabs, I won’t liken my depression to a particular animal. Animals, to me, seem like an unobvious choice for personifying depression.
By Niamh Dunne8 years ago in Psyche
Bullying
"You are ugly." "You will never graduate." "You are fat." These are just some words that I have been told. I don't really talk about my bullied experience. Some of this my own mother doesn't know about. So first thing you should know is I was always an outcast. My first time getting bullied was in 7-8th grade. I got pushed into lockers. I got kicked in the shins at lunch. I got laughed at when I failed at something. I got hit on the school bus. I got my hair pulled. This lasted for about 1-2 months. Then I spoke up (from the goodness of a friend). I told the principle and he talked to them. It stopped after that.
By Ashcraz McKay8 years ago in Psyche
The Invisible Friend
Depression comes and goes, just as if it was daylight fading into a moon lit sky. The stars come out. It’s a magical and glorious thing to see. All of the stars shining so bright, the apparent constellations, and the magnificent shooting star you see every so often. It’s just beautiful. But, just as the daylight fades, so do any feelings. All besides one. The smile that once lit up a room just like the peak of sunshine through your curtains and blinds, and the eyes that twinkled more then any star in the sky, seems to just... fade. Your mood changes into a dark and everlasting emotion. As if it was a black hole, or the night sky, where the moon is blocked by heavy clouds, and not a single star to brighten the lonely sky. For awhile you feel a hole. There’s a void. Something missing, or not right. But it’s making you uneasy. You can’t figure it out, but then, it seems like you’ve been held down. By an unapparent force. You can’t see that force. But you know who it is. It seems to be your comforting best friend who brings you back to your true form in the midst of the night. Like a werewolf that has changed from human to wolf with a full moon, except your true form isn’t another figure. It’s an imaginary figure, a thought in your mind. But this thought that’s been in the back of your head since you could remember can no longer be held back. The same memory that put you in this same stress-ridden place you’ve been placed in for years. As you look into your ceiling begging anyone in their afterlife, or god, or someone of higher power to just let you give up. You hold on. The commitment you make to family and friends is a greater power then the voice inside your head saying you’re too weak to keep going. That voice sees right through your fake smile, and knows the twinkle in your eyes are there because you force that to be there. You want everyone to think you’re stronger than you are. You’re like Achilles, except your weakness isn’t in your heel. It’s the pit in your stomach, and the hole in your heart that had seemed to grow more and more. The hole in your heart and the pit in your stomach could be self-inflicted, the aftermath of what you think reality is. As you wait to fall into a deep sleep so you can’t feel a thing, you seem unable to. When you do, it seems as though you cried before, during, and when you woke up. But you didn’t. As the mood stays for days on end, you’re left in the dark, wondering how long it’ll take you to lift your spirits for the millionth time. But that soothing, familiar feeling seems to have made you warm inside. Eventually, you don’t feel anything. You can’t feel pain, disappointment, or even sadness anymore. Just the thought of being tired, and not being good enough are lingering. But it seems as though you’ve been told too many times that you’re not good enough, so that doesn’t phase you anymore. That feeling turns into a pit of nothingness going down a never ending black hole. It’s soothing to feel serenity and peace, even though it’s just the opposite of what everyone else sees for the days you’ve been suckered in for. It’s the words your invisible friend has been telling you. The twinkle in your eye, the bright smile you once truly thought would stay this time, seem to be forced. Everybody notices but nobody asks. And you’re OK with that. Eventually, your feelings will fade into a lesser pain. But it never goes away. Just like a cold breeze on a warm day, or a cold breeze on a cold day. Everything lingers. When you’re back to yourself, you can see how bright the stars shine at night. You see how the moon lights up the sky. You finally can see how the universe is one, and works together to make a better version of itself. And that’s why you’re here, still. The greater power and beauty of the night sky resembles you as a person. Working in wonderful ways, stars exploding making a magnificent view for you to see, just for you to realize one day, that you are supposed to be right where you are.
By Maille Maloney8 years ago in Psyche
