depression

It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.

  • Andre N Jones
    Published a day ago
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  • MCBerthaG Divinity
    Published 9 days ago
    Why Is Depression So Depressing?

    Why Is Depression So Depressing?

    I just had a conversation with a guy I met in my neighborhood recently. You know, just a small conversation as he passed by my place as I was bringing my dog back from taking a major shit. He asks me how I'm doing. I say, "umm ok" and kind of wiggle my head back and forth in a figure 8 as I rack my brain trying to figure out how I'm really doing. I like to be honest you know? But I couldn't find anything to complain about. Things have finally become on the quiet side for me after years worth of what some might call "Depression." Have I been depressed? I guess so. I know I've been sad. There was a lot of crying going on, on the daily. I mean I just found out that my entire family and every friend I have ever had spent the last 40 years thinking something about me that wasn't true. And there was no way possible for me to be able to go back in time and change that. So yea, I have spent the last few years being "depressed." Again I say, "I guess," because when I think about depression I kind of feel like I don't really know the definition to the word. What is depression? Is it a bad thing? Sure I'll tell you I was depressed, but do I have to also agree with others' immediate thoughts saying that it is a bad thing? The stigma that goes along with admitting you're depressed? That something went wrong in your life and now things are bad and that's all a bad thing and now we shall treat you bad and you will be bad and so on? And did I have a good enough reason to be depressed?
  • Alissandru Lopez
    Published 14 days ago
    No Soy Loca (I Am Not Crazy)

    No Soy Loca (I Am Not Crazy)

    The first time I admitted to my father I was going through a depressive episode he looked at me with concerned in his eyes. The words that followed made me instantly regret ever saying a word.
  • Brendan Styles
    Published 19 days ago
    Mentally Ill? Or Perhaps...

    Mentally Ill? Or Perhaps...

    I’m on a mission...
  • Gabriel Shippam
    Published 20 days ago
    The Summer that Depression Decided to Stay

    The Summer that Depression Decided to Stay

    This is a brief description of my personal experience with depression year-round.
  • Penny White
    Published 24 days ago
    The Suicide Attempt That Backfired

    The Suicide Attempt That Backfired

    I grew up in a house full of strangers: the only thing we truly had in common was our DNA. One brother was older by twelve years; my other brother was younger by three years.
  • Flora Mayer
    Published 26 days ago
    The Correlation Between Hearing Loss and Depression

    The Correlation Between Hearing Loss and Depression

    Did you know that over five percent of the entire global population—approximately 360 million people—is struggling with depression? Did you also know that more than seven percent of the 500 million people with hearing problems across the world also suffer depression? There clearly must be a correlation between these two problems. It is, however, very sad that most people don’t acknowledge depression as a serious medical issue, neither do they really care to find its cure, despite the disease ranking among the leading causes of death in the world today. Research shows that some depression cases only require a patient to wear hearing devices and their problem is solved.
  • Michael Ashton
    Published about a month ago
    Someone Saved My Life Tonight

    Someone Saved My Life Tonight

    I just completed a 12 hour shift. I'm tired. I'm aggravated... It's cold outside... I'm exhausted, and now the key to the back door of my apartment is stuck, and the door won't un-lock. What do I do? Out of frustration, I started kicking the shit out of the bottom of the door, cursing at the same time, while still wiggling the only key I own out of the key-hole. I don't have a spare, because I lost it at work, and was too lazy to go to a locksmith to have a duplicate made. Once the lock unjammed, and the door opened, I entered my apartment even more aggravated than ever. I removed my department-issued gun, and placed it on the end table inside the living room like I always do. I went inside the bathroom to towel myself off from standing in the rain, when briefly, looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were blood shot.
  • Nathan Scot Wells
    Published about a month ago
    The Steep Price of Depression (Pt. 2)
  • Marc Sander
    Published about a month ago
    One Peppermint Starlight
  • Nathan Scot Wells
    Published about a month ago
    The Steep Price of Depression
  • Miranda Hagins
    Published about a month ago
    These Past Few Months

    These Past Few Months

    These past few months have been very draining. Emotionally and physically. Every single day I'm faced with new challenges that sometimes take a lot out of me. I have had my walls broken down and built back up. I have lost people and gained some as well. This is just a glimpse into my life.