Beyond the Blues
Understanding depression is difficult; hear from Psyche's community of peers on their experiences with this mood disorder.
My Depression Struggle
Have you ever heard the saying that if you repeat something a hundred times, it starts to lose i's meaning? I feel like depression has become one of those things that the world looks at and rolls its eyes, scoffing in annoyance. There's a lot of stigma revolving around the term, especially considering the amount of out-of-context usage (like OCD) and the fact that most people don't realize the grand spectrum the disorder is actually located on. Here are some quick tips:
Suicidal Thoughts
It's 0038, I can't sleep, and I know why. I've avoided writing this because I like to think of myself as strong but not so long ago, I found myself at my weakest point. This topic overwhelms me and I'll be honest, I am in tears right now as I write, but here we go...
Yedzayi NenjeramaPublished 6 years ago in PsycheTwo Sides, One Person
I often wake up in the morning thinking about the meaning of my life. More often, I wake up in the afternoon wondering what I'm doing with my life.
Shannon M.Published 6 years ago in PsycheI'm Not Lazy, Just Depressed
Think of someone lazy. Most likely, you're envisioning a couch potato, lying around and eating instead of doing something meaningful. This doesn't always mean someone is lazy. This could also describe someone who's depressed. The difference is, lazy people want to be lazy. Depressed people, well, they can't help it.
You're Never Alone
Guy: You never know how someone is feeling. You never know if they're close to breaking... You just never know. Girl: For once in my life, I don't want to be invisible. I want someone to finally notice me and not take me for granted like everything else in life.
josh napperPublished 6 years ago in Psyche10 Things I Wish I Could Tell People About My Depression
Today, I got up and washed my hair. I wish I didn't feel pathetic when I say that I was proud of myself. But if I'm being honest, I do because this is what depression has done to me.
Marie CyprienPublished 6 years ago in PsycheMy Exit Strategy for a Mental Illness Downward Spiral
I'd like to start this off by giving my qualifications on the topic. I was diagnosed with depression the day after my 13th birthday. I've been suicidal and am so awesome at not controlling my unhealthy coping skills. Retail therapy is my go-to, sometimes to the detriment of my household's survival. So, I write this piece from the viewpoint of someone that has buried themselves in their own filth and was dug out by my husband. I am in no way writing this from a place of judgement, because I've fucking been there.
Diane NivensPublished 6 years ago in PsycheDepression Kills
Depression. We have all heard of it. We have all read about it. We may have known someone's life to end because of it. Depression is not some joke or some attention getter, but a serious condition many are faced with every day, including myself. Depression has grabbed me by the throat and strangled me until I have fallen to my knees, gasping for just a bit of air to survive this meltdown and just waiting for the right moment to hit me again. That's just it, they hit me out of nowhere. Any day of the week, anytime of the day. Boom. I'm on the floor clinging to dear life as I pray to God that he takes me out of this world in that very moment.
Kaitlyn KaufmanPublished 6 years ago in PsycheLong Road to Recovery
Last February, I was in the worst place I had ever been. Drowning under a career I couldn’t handle, struggling to pay those ever-mounting bills, dealing with my overbearing parents, and in the back ground, I was facing depression and anxiety.
ConfessionsPublished 6 years ago in PsycheMy Life with Mental Illness
I’ve said before, I’ll say it again and again: I am lucky. Of course I am. My life is not as bad as the majority of the world, and my mental well-being is not as bad as some in the world. However, while some are quick to disagree, my fight is as crucial as every other fight against mental illness.
SKetch MediaPublished 6 years ago in PsycheAm I Addicted to Depression?
I realised very recently that I seem to have a subconscious desire for sadness and self-destruction. I am finally at a point in my life where my mental health has little reason to flare up. I know that’s not exactly an appropriate thing to say since depression isn’t always triggered by something; often you can just get sad for no reason. But what I mean is, I recently moved to the other end of the country, to an amazingly unique city that has no personal triggers for me. I moved away from everyone I know and moved in with my partner, who just happens to be very good for my mental health. She is incredibly understanding and supportive. I also got really lucky with a great job that I actually enjoy quite a lot that just happens to pay really well and has allowed me to progress to management in a matter of months. Everything is so different and so much better than it ever has been for me but it’s as if my subconscious isn’t responding well to my newly calm and comfortable life. The thing is, I have never had a comfortable life; there has always been something for me to deal with. As a child in a broken home, a suicidal teen, and a troubled and disappointing young adult, and dealing with forms of abuse during all of those periods, perhaps I can’t handle a comfortable life because I never learned how to; perhaps I won’t let myself be happy because that is not what I’m supposed to be, according to my past. To escape the depression is all I’ve ever wanted to do, or at least I thought it was, but I just can’t seem to allow it to happen.
Sadness All Around
It's the holiday season, time for happiness and cheer, right? Well, maybe not for everyone. I know I find it hard lately to find more than a fleeting glimpse of the cheer I once felt this time of year. Instead, I feel the dark hold of sadness creeping in on me, on my mood, and into my soul.
Tim LawsonPublished 6 years ago in Psyche