depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
Living With Depression
When I was a kid, I was bullied so badly that even now when I have friends, I feel as though they don't really like me. This developed into severe depression and anxiety. I remember once in elementary school, an entire table full of girls (from my class) stood up and left as soon as I sat down to eat with them. There were two girls who stayed behind but still rarely hung out with me at recess. I learned that not everyone will like you, but why did NO ONE like me? I wasn't mean or rude, I was an average student, I helped kids in class with problems during class if I could, why didn't anyone want to actually be my friend? Oh that's right, my family was poor, that's it. It wasn't like we had nothing, we just couldn't afford certain luxuries. However, I loved my family life! We always had food on the table always had a roof over our heads, always had running water and electricity. In fact, the only time I was doing okay mentally was when I was with my family. The only problem was, I would avoid school by being "sick" if I could to avoid the mean kids as I called them. I never thought about killing myself, but more of, if I didn't wake up tomorrow it would be okay or maybe if I stand in the street a truck will hit me and it will all be over.
By TLC Hopkins8 years ago in Psyche
When Everything Changed
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was emotionally a mess. What I mean by that is her emotions were everywhere; one day she would be the happiest girl in the world, and the next she would be staying in her room, crying all day and night. The girl had no idea why she felt this way, so she decided to talk to a friend about it. Her friend had similar issues and recommended her to go see a therapist, so she scheduled a appointment.
By Shelby Spencer8 years ago in Psyche
Describing Depression
This picture is of me (on the far left) and my siblings at a family wedding in October 2017. What you won't necessarily be able to tell but will have probably guessed from the time of this post is that I have depression. I was diagnosed with depression at the end of May 2012, about 3 months before I was due to go to university. I was on a college course, not failing, but not meeting my expected grades either, although that statement probably underestimates how badly I was doing within myself. That particular episode was not the worst depressive episode I've had, those came later, but I was far from alright. I now feel it is important to discuss mental health openly, particularly for men and men my age, as suicide is a highly prevalent problem for my age (mid to late 20s).
By Duncan Ainsworth8 years ago in Psyche
Depression Is a Silent Killer
Suffering from depression myself as an adolescence, I learned that being depressed was one of the worst pains I had ever felt. Compared to physical pain such as cysts in my throat, depression was even worse. Perhaps this was strictly because of the fear of not being able to be cured. Going to the emergency room quickly cured my throat, but nothing could positively make my pain go away with depression. Not even until this day. However, it is not as pronounced as it was three years ago. Some people become depressed after bullying, but mine is said to be hereditary. My mom had it, then it was passed down to my older sister at a young age, and then down to me during my high school years. However, I believe it was a more physical approach that caused me to become depressed. When I was younger, I was involved in an incident which ended with me getting knocked upside my head with a steel baseball hat. It caused me to lose some of my eyesight along with slight hearing loss in one of my ears. Not only that, but I believe it may have been a slight contributor to my mental illness along with the already present trait.
By Deanna Garrett8 years ago in Psyche
Depression Is My Lifestyle
I've had depression my whole life and only noticed it at age 13 when suicide awareness was pushed into my book of knowledge by every teacher in junior high. I was constantly told it was wrong to not want to live and I never understood why. Why was I not allowed to want to die?
By Ohnny Sparks8 years ago in Psyche
Diagnosed!
Everyone has a story and everyone's story is different. Everyone goes through hard times in their life, but not everyone deals with it in the same way. Some people bottle it up, other people talk about it. Some people get sad, other people get angry. Some people overthink, other people go out to take their mind off everything. Everyone deals with it differently.
By Kera Lister8 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health Journey
Where did it all begin? Well, that’s a long story. So I suppose I should get started. The first signs began when I was in high school. I was only 14 years old, but I was told that at 14-year-old girl can’t be depressed because they don’t even know what depression is.
By Everybody Hurts8 years ago in Psyche
Noises in My Head
Self-Doubt Mental health has become a hot-button topic for most people in today's society. I see posts from my friends almost on a daily basis saying that they're so depressed that they can't sleep at night; that their thoughts keep them awake and affects their days and it continues in a vicious cycle. Only recently have I stopped denying that I, too, suffer with this.
By Angela Cash8 years ago in Psyche
The S Word
Mention 'The S Word' to someone, and 9 times out of 10, they'll deflect, maybe stifle a nervous laugh, and move onto another subject. It's not a comfortable topic for anyone, especially if you're the initiator. But we often ignore the fact that talking about things usually makes them less scary. I wish people were more willing to make things less scary for each other.
By Victoria K8 years ago in Psyche
Inner Feelings
Nobody understands the inner feelings of another person, but when you try to tell someone your inner feelings, do they even listen to you or try to understand? Well, for most people and myself, that is the case with our lives, inner feelings are complicated for everyone. It's complicated for the people trying to understand and it's even complicated for the people having inner feelings. Having inner feelings is like having another person living inside you that is trying to take over your whole life. Some people give up and let it take over; I should know, I'm one of those people. But I'm slowly learning to get back to being me and not giving in to the urges of the inner feelings. After you give in to these inner feelings it's hard to come back to the real you—hell, I still don't know who the real me is. I gave up a long time ago and lost sight of me and everything I stand for. Don't let those inner feelings take over because they will kill your soul.
By Shelby Spencer8 years ago in Psyche
