It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
In The Aftermath of Depression
On a large scale, you can look into articles regarding the subject of depression and find answers to “Why You Suffer From Depression” to “How To Pull Yourself Out Of Depression.” One thing I don’t see very often has been on my mind for weeks now, begging me to write an article about it but insisting that I wait until I have a better mindset to do so.
6 Depression Myths That Keep You From Growing
Working Hard Will Help You Beat Depression When it comes to clinical depression, this is a myth. Depression as a mental illness isn't so simple as feeling a little blue or under the weather.
*Motifs of mental health and suicide please do not read if it will bother you Awareness is something that I think a lot of people tend to forget about. Awareness that even when you are kept late at work and have to deal with traffic and suddenly remember that you need to pick up something from the store and have to go through multiple lanes before you can find a parking spot and then have to weave your way through a large crowd of people who are also doing last minute shopping on a Monday night and even though these are all small tedious things, they have piled up and now it seems as if the whole world is against you, that even then, there are people around you who are struggling as well. There is a fight that so many of us seem to have within ourselves and we become so focused on our own fight we forget that there are others who are also fighting something similar, maybe something worse. Sometimes the fight we are struggling to win becomes too difficult one day and all of the emotion and torment that has been building up within us comes out in a torrent of carelessness and lack of compassion for others blinding us from seeing their pain...
I Watched Anthony Bourdain’s Documentary, “Roadrunner”
Warning: this article includes mentions of suicide. If you or anyone you know is having thoughts of suicide, please call the Suicide Prevention Lifeline.
Emily Dickinson said hope is the thing with feathers that never asked a crumb of her. It was not that for me when I realized I wouldn't end my life. My experience of almost unbearably heavy hope is where my story “The Water is Where” ended up, but that’s not where it started.
Depression is real
Depression was never supposed to be treated with medication. It was never to be talked to by a doctor who just prescribes you them. Depression is a real feeling that no one but real people who love you can help. But sometimes, no one is ever there so you're stuck fighting your own demons. Most people will tell you that it's in your head, that it isn't something that exists, until it hits them and then realizes that they were telling the truth. it's not ok to sit in your room and think of everything that has already happened or things that could happen. Talk to someone about your emotions before it kills you or potentially ruins your life. Do not go to a doctor just because someone recommends it. Do not take medication that someone will recommend because it only suppresses how you really feel for a few hours until you have to take another one again. Seek real positive things that will help. I, for one, have not seeked out for help but that's only because I'm different. There's 3 different types of people in this world when it comes to depression. The one that chooses to talk to someone, the one that keeps a smile on his or her face acting like everything is ok and only worries about everyone else and then there's those who isolate themselves and pushes people away. The third one would be me. My story goes like this, when I was a young boy, I grew up in a small town, small neighborhood, small school, so not really many people to hang around, especially as a kid. Since the time I was in the 4th grade, I was consistently bullied. I only had one friend, he helped me through a lot of my pain but it all ended when he met other friends. Of course, we hung out occasionally but even the time I got into a fight in the 6th grade and got punched in the nose, he didn't jump in as I thought he would. Growing up, I had no one, my parents worked, so I was lonely. I got sent to see a therapist because I told my counselor that I was seeing things, which I was, and got put on medication but they never worked. When it came to parties, I thought that I would be able to finally play with someone and make a friend but instead I got tackled from behind and got chocked with two hands for no reason while my uncles and cousins stood there laughing at me. It was always trouble for me.
Snow In April
Snow on my birthday was the best possible gift Denver could have given me after the past five birthdays here. That is not to say that the others haven’t been beautiful in their own way, but instead to say that now, finally at 32, an age that I never thought I would reach, a blanket of soft, fresh, silent snow, is exactly what I wanted from Mother Nature.
Something between willpower and obligation
I’m pretty damn sure that everybody of you has heard, been in touch with or directly affected by depression or any other mental illness. If you google depression, you get overflowed with the symptoms, sad, dark pictures and self-help guides. Well, it’s not always dark rooms and days of not speaking to anyone. People are different. Illness affects everybody differently. So, let me take you on a journey what it is like for me, going through hell and sort of still holding up the façade.
Depression Weigh down.
I feel heavy. Living threw and currently in a pandemic mental illness cases have risen. This means quite a lot of things but in this case it means there are more people who will sympathize with me and understand. I wish that gave me some comfort but it does not.
You Should've Cleaned Up Last Night
5:00 am: You despair at the sound of the alarm. You had been chasing sleep for several hours now, and your eyes burn in the darkness from exhaustion. Beside you, tiny hands clutch the seams of your pajamas. You snuggle closer and inhale deeply, basking in his aroma as you caress the little hairs on his head. He smiles in his sleep and you watch him dream for a while. Must be nice, you think to yourself. He sighs as you rise out of bed, and gently tuck him back in. You move quietly across the room, being careful to not wake his older siblings. You’re met with the previous night’s clutter as you shut the bedroom door.
Best ways to help someone with Depression
Supportive friends and love can help the depressed person feel understood. When a friend faces a dilemma, listening to him and encouraging him to take positive steps can make a difference.
Hi. Many unexpected things have happened since my last post. So, want to let you know about it! First.. I got really bad depression again which messed up my boundaries and emotions. So, right now, my emotions seem to have reached a block wall which I think is the wall of depression, with no place else to go. So, my emotions feel stucked there and I feel helpless about it. They have been stuck there for a few days already, which made my depression worse. Imagine having a wall of depression plus these stuck up emotions and being helpless about them like you have no energy to remove them. That's how I feel now. :( They seem to be far beyond my reach now, which just makes it harder for me to grasp and be in control of them. That is probably the reason why on the back of my mind when I was sleeping, I was having these visions that I was lost in a city, not knowing where I was..