depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
Suicide
Have you ever thought of suicide? I attempted to commit suicide a total of three times. Every time was scary. My first story was a short explanation of what had happened. But in real life, these simple words on paper will never truly express how scary it is to feel that way, to feel alone all the time. I felt like I wasn't good enough for my family and friends, and that they didn't care, anyway—none of which was true!
By Dagny Desiree8 years ago in Psyche
Feeling Melancholy
It's Tuesday. Work has pretty much ran. I didn't have time to get my morning coffee but I survived the morning. Between talking with patients and asking questions, I laughed for most of the day. Lunch, a Philly Cheesesteak, and a bottle of water. In between work and the laughs, a good hardy lunch is what I needed to get me through the second part of the day. 3:55 PM arrives and I'm leaving the office content. I hit my quota for the day and now it's time to relax.
By teisha leshea8 years ago in Psyche
A Depressed Person's Morning Routine
My alarm wakes me at 7:30 AM from an unrestful sleep. It has been like all the other times I have slept in the past couple of months. It doesn’t seem to matter how early I go to bed, I wake up and feel like an enormous hammer has been dropped onto my body, pinning me down and unable to get up.
By Graham Ronald8 years ago in Psyche
Eternal Battle
Hi. My name is Serena, I’m eighteen years old and this is my story. Growing up in an average middle class American family, you could say I had my share of troubles. I went to a public high school, had my group of friends that my parents did not like, but the one thing I did not have, was whatever I wanted. I guess now that I look back on that, it was a good thing. I had to work for what I wanted. My parents would rarely let me do whatever I wanted to do. They were super strict and, in all honesty, I did not like it. I wanted to do what I thought was best for me. I would skip class and say I was doing something when I was really doing something else. I would tell my parents that I was studying with friends when I was really partying. I would do anything that would get me a popular reputation at school. I would steal, do drugs, party every night, you name it, I would do it. Yet, I was still an all star volleyball player. The coaches didn’t want to say anything because I was their best. I was the best at my job, I would help any customer in any way I could. I had the leading roles in any play I was in. I put my heart and soul into what I knew I was good at.
By Emily Karhoff8 years ago in Psyche
Depression
Depression is a serious thing. Nowadays people have become aware of it but don’t quite fully grasp what it is or what the experience is with it. People have become so comfortable with it that it’s unintentionally used as jokes or is used in a way to make oneself feel comfortable in a situation. “Ugh, kill me already. I have a finals this week,” or you get people who mimic depressed people and then laugh about it. People need to realize that depression isn’t something to joke about nor make fun of. Let me take you into a mind of a depressed human being.
By Kaitlin Slater8 years ago in Psyche
Depression. Top Story - February 2018.
Why do I not want to get up? Why do I feel like a failure? Is this how society sees me, or is this how I see myself? Can I no longer enjoy the things that I used to? There is an epidemic, not just in America, but in the world. Depression affects millions of people. Some people do not even realize they have it, or choose to ignore it. Some of the questions above are symptoms of depression. There is also loneliness, fatigue, loss of appetite, among other symptoms.
By James Howell8 years ago in Psyche
Conquering a Life’s Worth of Depression in a Semester
Conquering a Life's Worth of Depression in a Semester 09/22/17 Sobbing tears streamed down my face today again. I've been thinking about this for some time, writing all this down. I used to write as a child, it seems like that's all I had, pen and paper. That's all I could tangibly hold onto. In fact, that's all I did hold on to, were my writings. My journals provide proof that I did not falsify the information in my head, it is not over exaggerated, and I will not be made a mockery or be treated as such. I documented everything, well everything or anything that was worth documenting, to me. I have multiple journals of diary entries, poems, writings of heartache, writings of the repercussions that one faces when their parent is consumed by a mental illness, and the system is to entangled in itself that it truly fails to notice, fails to notice the agonizing screams of a six-year-old that begs her mother to stop having sex in the room next to her.
By Stable Nomad8 years ago in Psyche
Earth Shattering
Have you ever felt your heart breaking so deeply you can look in the mirror and see the earth quake that's ripping your soul apart? Nothing was supposed to be this way, this wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. There is no going back, There is no making it right. No more I love you, no more long nights..
By T Christine8 years ago in Psyche
Hold On a Little Bit More
Normal people don’t understand depression. I don’t understand it either, but I can at least say how it feels, and how it has affected me. Someone would say, "hey, you’re just sad," or, “it’s not a big deal, go and pray to Jesus and it will pass." However, what I think when they say that is: “Jesus” doesn’t have a magic pill, you know? And IF he exists, he probably hates me.
By Mariposa Blanca8 years ago in Psyche
