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
Depression. It's something that more people seem to go through now, more than ever. Have you ever felt depressed? If you have, has anyone shot down the idea that you might actually be depressed, just because you're not showing any classic symptoms (i.e: not being able to get out of bed, and not acting happy)?
By Kelsey Cadle8 years ago in Psyche
Three Tips to Help with Depression
You're going to have good and bad days, but you have to remember nothing happens overnight. Tip 1: Be Proactive Learn what triggers you to feel depressed, and try to avoid them. Life is hard, and you can't avoid everything that brings you down, but some things you can. On the flip side, learn what helps to get you out of the fog of depression. The next time you feel depressed, when you finally snap out of it, try to remember what helped you.
By Ellis stone8 years ago in Psyche
Its Name is Depression
Drowning in a pit of my own sanity. Trying to overcome the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and defeat, I am begging… pleading with my brain to let me rest, let me sleep. I need a break from life and reality, I know that’s not plausible but it’s so necessary. I am hurting on a deep level. The lifelong wounds to my soul have never healed, never have I been able to conciliate the pain. I don’t know how to live anymore. Do I continue on this path of destruction? Or do I take a step back to allow myself sanctity? Most of us have this preconceived, movie/ tv screen depiction of depression molded firmly into our brains. We see the beautiful girl laying in bed crying and yielding a bucket of ice cream, angrily rejecting all of her friend’s desperate attempts to make her feel better. Or the skinny boy sitting in a room full of his closest friends and family, guarded off in a dulled corner with sad puppy-dog eyes, shooing off everyone who tries to console him with a shrug and a bleak, “I’m okay”.
By Just Shade8 years ago in Psyche
Hope
This is not a fairy tale. There are no happy endings here. Her heart hurts all the time. Not physically, thankfully. However, all she ever feels is pain. She could be perfectly fine one minute and then the next she wants to break down and cry. Perhaps it's the fact that in her heart of hearts she believes she's destined for greatness. Something so powerful and so profound, completely out of the ordinary, and yet her life is nothing of the sorts. She's so far from being anything other than a shut-in that her soul can feel the devastation. She's only 25 and feels as though she's lived a lifetime because of the internal battles she’s faced. Nevertheless, one could argue, she hasn't lived at all.
By Alexis Fowler8 years ago in Psyche
Listen
Is anyone ever listening? How do I know that you're listening? How do I know that you care? Will you listen to me and help me find an answer or solution? Can you understand me? Are you willing to try to understand me? How in the hell can I get you to understand?
By Morgan Binnie8 years ago in Psyche
Struggling Every Day with Anxiety and Depression!
Every morning I fight myself to wake up. I fight myself to get out of bed. My bed is my only safe place. It’s the only place where my anxiety is at ease. My bed is also my enemy; it’s where my thoughts start racing and my depression kicks in. It’s where I cry and fight my emotions about what people think or say about me. The blankets act as arms and cuddle me with their embrace. How can I leave such a soothing yet destructive place? When I finally pull myself up out of bed, I slowly find myself in my bathroom in front of my mirror where I stare into what depression and anxiety looks like. Tired, bloodshot eyes; messy hair; a face that’s breaking out from the stress. I stare into my own eyes, which tell so many stories of emotion and how I feel. I see the hurt and the pain that I cover up every day with a fake smile. I struggle to get ready and try to convince myself to lay back in bed. The world is a scary place; just go back to bed where you’re truly safe. Yet I fight to continue on, and I slowly make it outside, the sun making my eyes squint, because my blacked-out shades in my bedroom hide my eyes from the sun. I cover my eyes trying to hide my emotions from the world. My clothes still say a lot about me; black is my color. Black to hide my emotions, to hide who I really am—or is it to express what I really feel? I meet my friends, putting on that fake smile; they know what I’m covering up. They question and push till I break and tell them what I’m really feeling. It feels good to tell them that it’s truly difficult to actually leave my bed. For that little moment in life spent with my friends, I actually feel happy. I feel complete, like I never struggled at all. That’s until reality hits, when I step foot into my house. Everything hits again, a whirl wind of anxiety and depression all at once. How can I have such a great time, yet feel so sad? It’s this sickness I struggle with, it’s an illness that will forever be with me. No matter how good of a day I have, I struggle at the end of the day. It’s the little moments that keeps my feet on the ground. I can have the best day of my life and still feel like I’m not good enough for this world. I truly drown myself with emotions when I walk through the front door of my house. I create my own loneliness and destructive behavior. I have to remember that no matter how much I’m struggling, I have people that love me whom I can just call if I need to. I’m a lucky one; I have that outlet. My illnesses push me to be that person for anyone that needs someone. I know what it’s like to be at the end of your rope and someone saves my life. Don’t give up on who you are, live for the little happy moments. Push yourself; I promise when living life it’s truly beautiful. It’s hard reaching out for help when you think the world is out to get you. I have so many outlets to help me forget who I am or my life, music being the main one. I shove the earbuds as far as they’ll go into my ears. I turn the music up loud, and I hold on to every lyric that is being sung to me. Find a positive outlet to release yourself, find yourself in something positive. Hold onto it and don’t let go, and don’t be afraid to talk or ask for help.
By Jennifer Ortega8 years ago in Psyche
Is Depression a Real Illness?
After tackling the beast called anxiety, I figured it's time to touch on yet another topic that I personally deal with and am highly fascinated by. (Yes, the brain is fascinating and even though I curse mine I am genuinely intrigued by its functioning—or lack thereof—ha.)
By Annalise Mishler8 years ago in Psyche
A New Outlook
After years of putting others first I have had to decide to put myself first. I have had problems with depression and breakdowns which pushed me to this decision. I haven’t decided to abandon everyone and everything totally but have decided on the way I need to go forward for my own good. This meant some hard decisions mixed with some upset but a few years after this I am far happier and far healthier.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 years ago in Psyche
How I Know When My Depression Comes To Visit
Depression has become part of my life, part of who I am. Honestly, I wouldn't trade it for the world because I don't know any other way to live. It has its downfalls, naturally, but through my grandpa's death (when my depression started), high school bullies, and the trials and tribulations of college, I've come to know when my depression is getting bad and when it's calming down.
By Jenna Conley8 years ago in Psyche
