depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
This Is Me Asking for Help
I've never had very much... I won't lie about that, but I've always found ways to be at least a little happy. From a young age, I was always different, always made fun of for my weight, how I was as a person... even how I never really could speak or perform like I wanted to. As a young child, I got along better with adults than kids my age. My first real best friend was a sixth grader when I was in first grade. I haven't ever had more than one or two close friends, and I always picked the ones more liable to move or find a way to leave me right when it hurt the most. Then, my family started leaving me, too. First was my grandparents which was a natural timing; I'd never really thought much on it until I soon lost my father as well. I was 12 and had only had one boyfriend. Well, after losing my dad, it seemed like more and more of my peers realized I would be a soft target. I was made fun of relentlessly to the point that going to a different high school than most of them was the best part of getting older.
By Kira Lydia G.7 years ago in Psyche
Finding Hope
For as long as I can remember, depression has played a huge part in my life. Not because I wanted it to, or because I let it, but because of the chemical imbalance taking place inside my brain. I honestly don't remember when my diagnosis switched from "depression" to "major depressive disorder." When I was 19, I was told I not only had major depression, but that my depression was refractory, or treatment resistant. No amount of anti-depressants could cure the sadness I felt on a daily basis. By 21, I had five suicide attempts, five inpatient hospitalizations, and one two-week stay at a residential facility, all within a 6-year timeline.
By Abbey Smith7 years ago in Psyche
How We Love
I'm not sure if this is love anymore. Or if it ever was... I thought I knew what love felt like, but I just can't seem to define it anymore. I thought I felt love in the beginning, maybe I did. Sitting here thinking back on how it was then and how small minded and naïve I may have seemed, maybe it wasn't love. Maybe he knew what he was doing to hurt and manipulate me, or was it that he didn't see the harm he was doing. I mean we were both so young. It could have been involuntary. My mind continues to spin. We both have had our share of ups and downs. Some say love shouldn't hurt and others say it's a continuous battle, but "for the one you love you'll fight." I just really don't know anymore.
By Ambry'on James7 years ago in Psyche
Fighting for Myself
Who’s that girl? You know the annoying one who is always smiling and her ponytail is always bopping along so annoying right? Yeah that’s what my good friend said she thought of me before she really knew me and got to know my layers. I am always hiding, hiding behind a fake smile, a mask if you will. It’s so easy too, no one wants to know the depressed anxious girl and deal with all her issues. No one wants to hear anything other than the standard “I’m great!” when they ask how you are doing today. If you said “Actually I really need a friend today” or “I couldn’t sleep all night because I have crippling anxiety,” can you imagine the uncomfortable silence and awkward situation afterwards as the person tries to slowly back up and get away from you? Yeah, no thanks. Fake smile and standard response it is.
By Candy Kelly7 years ago in Psyche
I Am Not Defective
For those of you have seen the South Park series, you will know this picture from the episode Up The Down Steroid where Cartman pretends to be mentally disabled to win a $1000 (which he fails of course) in the Special Olympics, while Jimmy takes steroids to up his game. Jimmy finds out that Cartman cheated, but at the same time realized that he cheated himself at the many events and renounces his medal, hoping to complete with honor the next time around.
By Johann Hollar7 years ago in Psyche
Depression
Let's not hold back here. Depression is completely shattering. It shatters relationships, families; LIVES. I cannot begin to tell you how many times my depression had shattered good things I loved having in my life. And you know what happens after all those good things are gone? More depression. More over thinking. More just 'wanting to die' and 'I can't do this anymore'. And it feels no matter what you do, depression is right around the corner waiting patiently for your unsettling appearance, just to wear you down a thousand times more.
By Cheyenne Mcbee7 years ago in Psyche
Depression Is Real
Depression is attacking our generation. It's so easy to feel defeated. We can dread getting out of bed. Dread going to work at our jobs. Dread taking a long commute to get there or dread being around certain people. We can dread certain situations. Dread our obligations. There are a variety of situations that can make us completely unhappy. Especially if they seem to draw out for a long time.
By Karina Nistal7 years ago in Psyche
Fight the Feeling
According to the Anxiety and Depression Association of America, over three percent of the American population suffers from depression at some point in their life. Many people who have this diagnosis do not seek medical treatment and choose to suffer alone. This can be detrimental to one's health, but if you are one that must bear this burden, know that there are things you can do to fight the negative feelings and keep your depression symptoms from completely taking over. You may make some routine changes to make things a tad bit better.
By Paisley Hansen7 years ago in Psyche
