depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
If Only You Understood
Depression... there's that word again. Why does everyone shut you down when you mention that word? Is it because it scares them because they can't see it or is it because they don't understand it?
Elizabeth HarrisonPublished 7 years ago in PsycheWhat Are the Symptoms of Depression?
Depression is one of the most difficult things to recognize when you're talking to a person normally, primarily because there are so many different ways that people can react to having depression. Some become hyper-extroverted. Others become totally withdrawn. Even more, don't realize they are depressed because they become numb.
Rowan MarleyPublished 7 years ago in PsycheTrue Evil Is, Above All, Seductive
It slithers. Slipping into your room in the night while your eyes remain closed and your breathing is at a steady rhythm. While a collection of rapid images flutter beyond closed eyelids, ones made to either bring joy or adventure, Its cold fingers pinch at the fabric of your sheets. Its blazing breath, rancid and foul, coats along your skin until seeping into your pours. Before you know it, you've absorbed It, and you do not understand the true terror that ensues once you open your eyes.
Genie MoonPublished 7 years ago in PsycheThe Dark Night of the Soul
Finding a pound on the ground, a holy dollar of fortune, can light up your whole day and until you spend it you can feel you’re not penniless. And then walking around town you see things to spend it on: a coffee, a sandwich, a piece of fruit or some beggar holding his hand out, maybe a plastic cross or the pound shop that has hundreds of shelves with things that are only a pound.
Dean MoriartyPublished 7 years ago in PsycheThe Demon Inside
I am a 24 year old female. On the outside I've lived a pretty normal life, inside I have lived with a demon since the age of 7. That was the year my first, and only, sibling was born, that was also the year I was diagnosed with depression. This was the first sign of the demon. He consumed my every being, I don't exactly remember, but I can see it when I go back and look at pictures. At every turn he was there, waiting until I was most vulnerable. I would cry myself to sleep not knowing why, I would imagine what it would be like to kill myself and have my family find me, I would dream the most horrible dreams of my parents giving me away because they were "tired of me." Life was hell on the inside. On the outside, however, I was the perfect Christian. I babysat for almost every family in my hometown church, I saved money, I was always kind and used manners, no one knew. I was able to keep a lid on him until I was 9. I had horrible dreams of the Demon crawling inside of my head and trying to eat me, so one night I cut my hair off. My mom was horrified, but I couldn't explain why I did it, so it was dismissed.
Darian PettyPublished 7 years ago in PsycheShrouded Clarity
In the morning it hits me like an intense bolt of lightning, that feeling of despair hitting every corner of my weak mind. Every thought pushing into the little optimism I have left, every morsel of hope, shattered by the incoming droves of demons, with their gleeful smirks and power to create such torment. And there’s me standing, looking at the sky, wishing it would swallow me up.
Mark McConvillePublished 7 years ago in PsycheTaming the Void
Now, to begin with, I'm a sufferer of various layers of depression. That dark, sinking illness engulfing you in the unwanted embrace of numbness I like to call"The Void." We could go on forever describing all the possible adjectives associated with that awful sickness but we all know what we really want — coping mechanisms. I'm here to bestow what I've learned about how to tame the beast that I've lived with for many, many years.
Ricky WhitePublished 7 years ago in PsycheI Used to Be on Medication
Two things you should know about me: I used to do yoga and I used to be on medication. I started practicing yoga when I was younger because I saw girls posting poses on Instagram. I too wanted to post pictures proving I was healthy, flexible, and happy… Not the most humble way to go about it, right? Let me backtrack, the first time I did a yoga pose I wasn’t actually practicing. I taught myself a ridiculous form of crow pose, got a picture of it, and called it a day. What a poser, right (pun intended)?
The Truth About Depression
I guess we all have an idea of what depression is. We're all told about how it makes people sad or withdrawn. The media attempts to give us an unrealistic overview of how it all really is. Of course I cannot speak for everyone. This is my (very unromantic) experience.
As the Cookie Crumbles…
For the last few weeks, I’ve been feeling like my old self. Not the good kind of old self, but the self-destructive and self-sabotaging self. I’ve been having a hard time coping with, well, everything, and having a harder time being around people even the people who mean the most to me. But as of late, I feel like I’m drowning, and I recognized the old, familiar, feeling… my depression is back.
Claire BeauvoirPublished 7 years ago in PsycheThings I've Learned from Depression
Here is a list of six things I've learned from depression. 1. No matter how dark it gets, it always gets better. I’ve been through many down-swings in my life. During those times, everything feels overwhelming. Sometimes I can’t get out of bed, or brush my hair, or eat, or do any of the everyday things which are necessary to living a healthy and happy life. I feel like a failure for not being able to look after myself, and for being depressed in the first place. I feel guilty because I have fewer reasons than others to be depressed, so I feel weak and useless. It can take all the energy I have just to get up, go to the bathroom, and crawl back into bed. These are the times when I honestly wonder if living is worth it, because being alive is painful. Somehow, I always manage to pull myself back up and out of the darkness, and when I do I realise that no matter how dark it gets, those thoughts and feelings are only temporary.
I Am Not Depressed
"This is what depression looks like," says the pharmaceutical commercial. As my blood boils, we see a pathetic looking person who looks simply like they've give up, thus validating what the strong have always conferred upon those who've been hit by mental illness. A $40 co-pay to see a therapist shouldn't be a surprise then or that New York State's public health plan does not cover mental illness. It doesn't help either that "depression" suffices as a medical term, which misrepresents anyone who's experienced this condition. Let me clarify.
Rich MonettiPublished 7 years ago in Psyche