depression

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

Searching For Something I'll Never Find
I’m not sure why I’m this way. Was I born like it? Is it genetic? Did bad crap happen that turned me into this? I'll never truly know!
By Patrick Meowlerabout a year ago in Psyche
Mental Millennial - Part 2
Part 2 What's actually wrong with me? Why am I crying for an hour every day and why do I feel angry so quickly? I made a screen shot of the sick note from my doctor and pasted it onto an email to my boss. I clicked send.
By Tim Boxerabout a year ago in Psyche
Some Lessons I've Learned After Two Months Of Sobriety
I’ve had periods of sobriety before. I would manage a month, have a slip, manage another month, and so on. I did this for years and I was absolutely miserable.
By Patrick Meowlerabout a year ago in Psyche
Sands of Sentience
Noam’s Thoughts As I wander through the bustling streets, my jar of sand cradled gently in my hands, I feel the pulse of life all around me. Laughter rings in the air, sharp and fleeting, mingling with the distant hum of conversations, footsteps, and even the quiet sighs of strangers. People laugh, cry, and hope, oblivious to the subtle weight of the world I carry. Each grain of sand I gather holds a fragment of a moment—a story etched in time. A child’s laughter, light and pure, pulls at my attention. It’s the kind of sound that lingers, echoing long after it fades. But what am I really collecting? Not just sand. These grains are the essence of life—unseen, yet deeply felt. And in this sea of faces, I remain invisible. It’s better this way. I am not meant to be part of the crowd; I am an observer, a silent collector of moments. Each grain bears the emotion of a fleeting second—a laugh, a tear, a breath.
By Tlili Aliabout a year ago in Psyche
Surviving A Panic Attack 101
Let me repeat this loudly… This panic attack won’t kill you! I know it feels like you’re dying. You start to feel warmer and warmer, your heart races, your mind is freaking out, and you want to vomit.
By Patrick Meowlerabout a year ago in Psyche
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks How I wish life were filled with glory and love, tales of how we succeed in every aspect of our life, emerging victorious in battles filled with animosity and sadness. Every mortal being experiences seasons of rise and fall, of light and dark, of pain and purpose, and defeat and victory.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Psyche
30 Days of Silence: What Really Happened When I Meditated Every Day!
That first morning, I sat down, overwhelmed by thoughts and doubt. Could I really sit in silence for 20 minutes, doing nothing? It sounded easy—but I had no clue how this simple challenge would completely transform how I see the world—and myself.
By Sting Storiesabout a year ago in Psyche
My Dog Maya Is Teaching Me How To Live
Dogs seem to have figured out the secret of life. As long as they get some love, treats, and exercise, they’re the happiest creatures on the planet.
By Patrick Meowlerabout a year ago in Psyche
Sometimes, All It Takes is a DM. Runner-up in Small Kindness Challenge. Content Warning.
I was at the lowest point of my life when I met K.T. It was January 12, 2019. I live in the U.S., K.T. lived in Thailand. Both my parents had just passed away, leaving me with inheritance money from their insurance policy—enough to take care of me and cover the remainder of my education. I was set for life. But I didn’t need all that; I just wanted them back. Cancer is a bitch, and it had come for me, too.
By Karina Thyraabout a year ago in Psyche
When Depression Starts To Fade
When you’ve been depressed for so long, you forget to remember what a normal, healthy life feels like. For so long my life has just been about survival and getting through the day.
By Patrick Meowlerabout a year ago in Psyche
Hope in the Darkness. Top Story - September 2024.
I trudged through the supermarket aisles, my three children holding together. Jake, my eldest at 10, was trying his best to keep his younger siblings, Emma (7) and Liam (4), from creating chaos. I should have been grateful for his help, but all I felt was a deep, gnawing emptiness. I wanted to feel love for my kids, but instead there was void, which was sucking me into it, slowly, feeling a pressure and a loss of breath at the same time.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatárabout a year ago in Psyche
Not Dead, Homeless, or in Jail is not a "Miracle". Content Warning.
Before you come at me saying my views are some dumb, idealistic, liberal, white lady bullshit, please at least allow me an extremely brief summation of my life experience with the topic.
By Nicki Marson- Gentrifying The Group Home Girlabout a year ago in Psyche