Beyond the Blues
Understanding depression is difficult; hear from Psyche's community of peers on their experiences with this mood disorder.
Worrying is good
I heard an interesting theory while listening to a comedy podcast earlier and still not sure if they are right or not. They said that the man in the couple is anxious, worries all phone calls are bad news and that all conversations are the same. The wife is organised to a point but lets things happen and deals as she goes along. What they said was not only is he dealing with the pandemic and lockdown better but that she heard that this is true in many more cases.
By ASHLEY SMITH6 years ago in Psyche
What I Wish I'd Known About Depression
So, this is a topic that I've heard we're all apparently 'sick of hearing about', but I don't think we talk about it enough. Depression comes in a variety of different forms to different people, sometimes based off their own individual life experiences, sometimes due to a genetic chemical imbalance in the brain.
By MessyStressyDepressy6 years ago in Psyche
Stop It With The Filters
Stop It With The Filters I want to talk about being honest with ourselves. Honest about who we are and how we are in this current moment. I think that a lot of us tend to filter through our days so that we can manage that weight we carry. We wake up, get ready for the day and apply the best filter we can in order to seem “normal”, so that no one has to worry for us. Then when we come home and wash off the day, that weight bares down harder than it did when you left because you thought the filter would work. But it didn’t.
By Taylr Tuggle6 years ago in Psyche
Mental health uncovered
People are speaking a lot more about mental health and it’s great. Sadly it’s just not the way I expected. Society is leaning towards sugar coating the whole idea of it like it’s some misconception we fumbled across. A piece of gum found under a desk that had been stuck there weeks ago.
By The Soul Whisperer6 years ago in Psyche
An Ode to Misery
My mind can be a very confusing place, but pain must have some kind of purpose. At least i hope it does. What that purpose is, I'm not confident of the answer, but maybe this will serve me as some kind of beacon, a way to airlift myself from my misery and find a state of mind that serves me better than hopelessness. This is an ode to the heartbreak, an out pour of affection to the wallowing, and perhaps a nail in the coffin of my suffering. When I look back on my life, I see it as narrated script broken into chapters, some parts so different to the others it's hard to believe it was me there for all of them. Ive theorised that we all feel like this, like we've lived past lives while in this one. You remember yourself going through the motions of your experiences and often you don't even recognise yourself. When you have depression, from the moment you open your eyes, you wish didn't. You don't want the world to exist! The people in it, the places, you don't want to exist. Everything just becomes a black hole of misery and you become a mere shadow of who you thought you were. An elusive person who only makes appearances in drunken or disassociated states. You can feel that you're still there, somewhere inside your black heart, you know the real you, the person you know yourself as is in there, but it's like you went for a walk outside your own body and locked yourself out trying to get back in. You feel like your drowning, like a black lethal gas is filling your lungs suffocating you, pinning you to the ground with its weight. So heavy. You try to take a breath, but that breath is harder than the last, and the next one even worse. The emptiness, isolation, misery, the sombre music that you listen to over and over and over slowly sends you mad.
By Mel Nicolosi6 years ago in Psyche
13 Ways to Suicide
The next decade of humanity will be defined by three mental conditions: Stress, anxiety and depression. This triad will take more lives in the next ten years than the first and second World Wars together and I was very close to be part of that statistic.
By David Rincon 6 years ago in Psyche
Blinding Darkness
I remember thinking about it.... I remember wondering what it would be like to leave. I remember wondering if I would go to hell for doing this. After all, the nun said it was a sin. I remember thinking I didn't want to burn in hell. Multiple times a week, when I was in a place I didn't want to be... having to babysit my youngest siblings who were 6 that June, while I was 14. Taking them for a walk to the corner store for popsicles, while my friends were at the park; hanging out, laughing and having fun. My middle brothers able to go out, play baseball and be with their friends. I was told it was my duty as the oldest of 5 children to help with the younger ones when my father had to work 2 jobs and my mother had to work a night job. Feeling detached from the social circle, but more than that, feeling so different and freakish at almost 6 feet at 14 years old. Maybe I didn't belong there anyway. After all, I was tall, skinny, and ugly and they were pretty. They had boys paying attention to them. No one looked or talked to me like that.
By Patricia Heitz6 years ago in Psyche
Brainstorms II: the Fundamentals of Depression
Okay, so I got a bit carried away in my first post, starting with something as specific as the implication of the immune system in depression. Maybe I should have started with something a bit more general, like the systems involved in depression that have been established for years, and then moved onto more current topics. So that’s what I’m sharing with you today! I hope it’s still interesting to all; at least it will give us a more stable grounding on what depression is caused by. Specifically, you’ll find three more traditional hypotheses that try to give some explanation to the root of depression.
By Laura Sotillos Elliott6 years ago in Psyche
