depression

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

Afraid of the Dark
I have always been afraid of the dark. Well, at least I have for as long as I can remember. As soon as the lights go out, the fear comes back; I don’t know what I can do to stop it.I don’t know a time that I was not afraid.Honestly though, what is there to be scared of?I am looking at my room in the light. I know there is nothing. I can see every crevice and I know every spot. I know the placements of my things. I know where everything is.But then the lights go out.And you know what? It is not actually the dark I’m afraid of. Because the dark doesn’t create the monsters that appear.My mind does.I don’t know what is there. I mean, there isn’t anything there. But at the same time, my mind tells me there is.My mind tells me that I don’t know what is actually there.I see a shape and it is not my chest of drawers. I hear a sound and it is not the wind.It is something else. I feel my heart beating.I guess you could say I have a fear of the unknown.As I grow up, there is almost a peacefulness to the darkness.That is, until my mind wakes up.
By M J8 years ago in Psyche
What Depression Is Really Like
Depression; a horrible, horrible mental illness. Many people see it as sadness or negative feelings; no, it is way more than that. Depression is like a war going on inside your head. You never know how to feel. There's days where you are happy, then there's days where you never even want to get out of bed because you are so drained with the constant war going on in your head.
By Savanna Moore8 years ago in Psyche
The Pain of Depression
It hurts. It physically hurts in ways you can’t even think about if you don’t know it. My arms hurt. The bones in them, like they’re filled with lava, and they’re cracking. I’m amazed you can’t see it, burning through my skin, marking, scarring me from all the pain I can’t say out loud because if I did it would just be one long scream, no breathing, no pausing, no words, just sound, one long, agonised yell. Even if there were words to say it, I couldn’t articulate my brain long enough to do it.
By Lizy Carey8 years ago in Psyche
An Open Letter to Your Depression
Dear Depression, You are a thief, a liar; the master of deception. Cloaked under darkness and time, you have wormed your way into our lives and taken from him and then, taken from me.
By Spencer Brown8 years ago in Psyche
Depression
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By Carolann Sherwood8 years ago in Psyche
My Last Words to Society
Dear society, I am a fifteen year old high school student, and I’m sorry, but I cannot live like this anymore. The expectations you place on us, the pressure you put us under, the lessons you teach us, the terror you put us through. It is unbearable. Almost everyone I know in school is depressed because of modern society. I don’t get the point of living in this damned world if all it brings me is suffering. The number of teenagers that I personally know that have self harmed, considered suicide, or even attempted it is way too high. I am doing this because I can’t handle it anymore, but also to spread a message. Things need to change. Now.
By A high school student In modern society8 years ago in Psyche
How My Illness Changed My Life
I haven't been able to work for a while due to my diagnosis six months ago. This is something I am not at all accustomed to, and it has been very hard for me to adjust to an unproductive lifestyle. Once I was an independent woman, up before the sun, picture perfect, and ready to take on the twenty-first century—though for now, this has been stripped away from me and I am currently playing housewife. The days can feel endless sitting alone in this new environment, and sometimes even longer when friends or family grace me with their company. But that's the nature of the illness.
By Sophia Merici8 years ago in Psyche
Why Depression Will Make You Question Everything
If you've ever been depressed, you know how hard it can be to continue on with your life. Depression affects your motivation, energy levels, and your whole persona in general. One of the worst parts of depression is how unsure you feel. For me, depression was knowing I was sad, but not knowing why. All of a sudden, I had all of these worries about the world around me that appeared to come out of nowhere. What am I doing with my life? Does anyone even like me? What am I contributing to the world?
By Amanda Doyle8 years ago in Psyche
Positive Habits to Trump Mental Illness
Mental illness will either make or break you, to put it frankly. Knowing this is key to moving forward and pushing through it, rather than succumbing to its controlling tendencies—like I did, for a long time.
By Elle White 8 years ago in Psyche
Reasons Why
Suicide awareness: What are your reasons why? If you’re reading this article, you’ve likely thought about it, attempted it, or know someone who has. It is estimated that one person dies every 40 seconds from suicide globally. That is over 800,000 deaths per year. There is no way to factor in how many people have considered the act.
By What's Up Warrior8 years ago in Psyche
The 'Ugly' Truth Behind Depression
It's the 30th of March, 2018. "Good Friday." What's so damn good about it? I look out of the window to my left and all I see is the constant trickle of rain which seems to do nothing but reflect my mood. I think they call it seasonal depression, but how can one have a mental health issue directly affected by the seasons when you live in England and you only really experience one season?
By Harley Lily8 years ago in Psyche
My Irreparable Thought Machine
Another day, another morning. The same routine, the same pattern, it's just a different day; everything's the same, oh, not to forget the thoughts. The same constant, repetitive thoughts. Always gnawing away at the back of your skull. It's like cancer: you can treat it, fight it off, but it never truly leaves the body, in this case, it's the mind. They're always there and they never truly leave your head, they won't... Not unless you listen to them, or take notice, maybe even act against, or upon them, or until you acknowledge them at the very least. Once they become the centre of your attention, it's merely impossible to get them away. Even if you manage to somehow remove them, they're only behind a window, and they will remain there, you can still see them, unless of course, you let them back in.
By Josh Shaw8 years ago in Psyche