depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
A guide to: Becoming
To really get to know me, we have to start at the begining. I don't have alot of memories but I will give you what I've got. I was born in the Pacific NorthWest to two young parents with now 3 daughters, no money and no clue. We lived on thrift store couches, free cable (the 90's were fun weren't they?) and Ramen noodles. My parents lived the romaticised broke life you see on TV where two kids run away with nothing but the clothes on their backs and are happy with just each other; for the first 4 years of my life.
By Kayleigh Ayala4 years ago in Psyche
A (kind of) Logical Approach to Emotion
Introduction January 5th, 2021 My mother once told me that when I was a child, all I would do is whine. I was a “very emotional baby and toddler.” Turns out some personality traits really don’t ever change, even as you reach adulthood. I mean sure, I can use my words now and I’m not throwing a tantrum because I can’t have a cookie, but the concept is the same.
By Harper Riley4 years ago in Psyche
The Tell Tale Symptoms Of Depression
People who may be suffering from depression or manic disorders actually exhibit or show each and every kind of symptom of depression that doctors will tell you that depressed people have. Sometimes it’s actually quite easy to overlook such symptoms and not be able to help oyourself or others who are suffering from depression, for that matter.
By kavinda ranabahu4 years ago in Psyche
How Is Depression Symptoms in Women
Depression is a serious mental health disorder that can interfere with a person's daily life, abilities, and responsibilities. Experts point out that depression is more common among women than men. In addition, the symptoms of depression in women manifest differently and appear in different situations.
By Kiran Nguyen4 years ago in Psyche
Depression - Past, and Present
Depression appears in ancient texts as early as the second millennium BC, is considered a disease of the spirit rather than the body. Hippocrates, the father of medicine, is the one who gives the first name to this disposition: melancholy, a term that referred to the emotional side of suffering.
By Tyreke Hart4 years ago in Psyche
Recommendations for Family Members of a Person Suffering from Depression
Supporting a person suffering from depression is an essential factor in their recovery. Your presence, as a family member or other close person, willing to support the person in such suffering, has a vital role, not at all easy, but success can be very rewarding when the period of acute suffering is over.
By Tanya Sanderson4 years ago in Psyche
Depression and Anxiety in Children and Adolescents
Depression and anxiety are associated mental disorders, most often coexisting, with or without the same intensity. Simply put, anxiety is best described as a state that develops as a result of a belief that things can get worse and that life will get worse, and depression is from a belief that nothing can go well for a better life. more meaningful, more tolerable.
By Tanya Sanderson4 years ago in Psyche
A Topic We Talk about Too Seldom: Pregnancy Depression
Many people have already heard about postpartum depression (the state of mental distress and emotional imbalance that can occur after birth), but quite a few know about prenatal depression, the mother's mental state during pregnancy, and the problems that may occur during this period.
By Charlton Thornton4 years ago in Psyche
The Dark Space
There is a dark space in my mind where I tend to live most of my days. It used to be filled with much more light, but as time went on and people broke my trust and my heart the space became darker and darker. I’m consumed by this darkness. I’m convinced that I am unworthy of love and unworthy of light. I attempt to climb out of this darkness to feel the sun on my skin to see the light and to find the light that once shone brightly within myself, but every time I get close to feeling that light I am pushed back down in the darkness and further convinced that the darkness is where I belong, and that the light is a lie. I brought myself here, the lies I told when I was younger, the people I hurt and continue to do so. I was a fool to think I could ever leave the dark, a fool to think someone like me could ever live in the light. It was when I found my light and really held onto it that it was torn away from me abruptly and cruelly. I don’t deserve the light, I never did. I’m meant to give the light to others and help them out of the darkness, but I may not follow them. I must live out what is left of my days succumbing to the darkness and giving away what is left of my light. It was never mine to keep and I was a fool for ever thinking it was. As the darkness continues to consume my light I can feel the cold setting in. I picture myself trapped beneath the ice in the frigged water and watch as countless others get claimed from the ice and wait for someone to break through and not only reach me but pull me out. I’m losing energy, it’s becoming harder to read the water and stay close enough to the surface for someone to see me. I fight with every ounce of my being not to let go and just let myself slide down into the depths below, because I know once I do there will be no comjng back. Why bither though? Why fight the pull when it seems near impossible to break through that ice? When it seems like everyone else is content with draining me of my light and not giving anything back? It was easier years ago to find reasons to fight, reasons to live, but now it’s easier to find reasons not to. The only thing saving me these days is my ultimate fear of death and not knowing what lies beyond the dark. What if there is release? What if there is more light for ke to be born again from? Or, what if there is nothing? What if I just cease to exist? Does it really matter? If I am so miserable alive, why do I care what happens when I die? Why do I care what people might think of me? Or what people might find out about me? I’ll be gone, will they even notice? Those that have chosen to ignore the warning signs, those that have chosen to drain me of my light to keep themselves burning bright. So go and enjoy your light, enjoy the light I have given you, squander it away, flaunt it in my face and leave me to die in the dark. It’s where I belong, it’s where I have lived the past several years of my life and where I will spend the remainder of my days, however long that may prove to be.
By Jaime McLaren4 years ago in Psyche
