disorder
The spectrum of Mental Health disorders is incredibly vast; we showcase the multitude of conditions that affect mood, thinking and behavior.
A New Me
It started with a dress, mirror, and depression. They were all present when I had my first experience with my disease. I was wearing a white dress with a black strip of lace around the waist of the dress. I wasn't one to consider myself pretty, or even attractive, but that dress, I loved how it looked on me. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was in awe. For the very first time I had considered myself pretty and attractive. I wasn't in the best emotional state at the time, going through family issues, simple troubles that teenagers go through. These issues triggered my depression and, for some odd reason, the disease. Those three things started the hell that I've been living in for three years.
By Brianna Valenzuela8 years ago in Psyche
Memoirs of a Borderline
Reading other memoirs of people with borderline personality disorder has brought me to a place where I want to tell my story about my struggles with mental illness. It is hard to bring myself to write this because I am discouraged by the fact that people don’t want to hear a sob story, and maybe this memoir seems I am begging for pity. That is not what I want. I only want to share my feelings about what it is like to live with the disorder, among other disorders.
By Emily Carrin8 years ago in Psyche
The Long Road Ahead
September 12th, 2012 Every day seems like a constant struggle. At that start of my day I have to try to decide who I want to be. I can be the solemn employee, the spiteful daughter, the cheery mother, or the uninterested wife. There's nothing in between. My moods shift from one to another like a flick of a light switch. However, somehow I still feel empty on the inside.
By Byanka Delgado8 years ago in Psyche
Perspective: A Teen’s Struggle with Weight Loss and Depression
I was only 13 when I started to worry about my weight. My diet was horrible, I exercised maybe once a week — and yet everyone said it was stupid to be worried because I was, “skinny.” In my mind, this could not have been further from the truth. To me, skinny was a word of the past. All I could focus on were the stretch marks on my thighs and stomach. My parents said that I was “just filling out” and that I was “beautiful no matter what”, but they had to say that; they’re my parents.
By Madeleine Ramon8 years ago in Psyche
Under the Skin
The people in the world we live in today are so quick to gloss over other people's problems when they themselves are not directly affected. We live day to day trying to better ourselves and focus on a single task at a time. Whether you are on your feet, sitting at a desk, or at home taking care of your children, all of us have everyday responsibilities that become more like a routine than a chore. But what if that wasn't always the case?
By Artemis Herondale8 years ago in Psyche
Eating Disorder
So, my father is from a big family and a fairly new country (this year, it is only 70-years-old). In its early years, food was scarce and was not to be wasted. He was the primary cook in our family and boy was he good at it! However, with his upbringing, I think it stuck with him that you always need at least, "One more scoop,” of food and everything on your plate should be finished. I really did cherish my dad.
By Melissa Weakly8 years ago in Psyche
Obsessed with Obsession
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. It’s a blooming curiosity; a deadly flower that plants itself in the back of your head, continuously flourishing, and overfilling the room as it grows bigger. The roots stem directly into your veins and you feel it raging through your body. It is the puppeteer. Words often began to vomit out of your mouth because a voice, which sounds an awful lot like your own, tells you to say everything that is on your mind. No matter who you hurt. Because the consequences of ignoring your compulsions is worse than you blurting out that you hate your sister’s hair or your friend’s outfit is unpleasant to the eye. Nothing can truly be as hostile as living in your own head, with no control over the chorus of impulsivity that spews from your lips. And when the paranoia starts to set in and the edge of reality blurs, you have to make sure to ask your friend to repeat what she had just said…again and again…because you didn’t hear it the first time. Or the second time. Or the third. It has always been imperative that you can validate a conversation, word for word, because that means it actually happened. OCD is a gun and you are the loaded bullet. It is impossible to stray from the shot being taken and you land where it wants to you to land, the consequences too often be damned.
By Vanessa Salemi8 years ago in Psyche
