depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
Weary
She sits in the darkness of her room with the thoughts going through her head so quickly that she can not distinguish one from the other. They all mesh together. She can't make sense of any of it and it was driving her crazy she started to rock like she always did. The anxiety was climbing and her breathing grew fast and shallow. Unable to breath tears started rolling down her face. What was happening to her? Was she going to die? It felt like she might die. But I'm only ten, she thought to herself. How could I be dying, she thought out loud? Hearing herself say something so absurd snapped her out of her head into reality. She sat in a puddle of sweat. Her shirt and shorts were drenched and she was still slightly rocking. What had happened to her? She wasn't exactly sure but it made her worry about her well being. Why should she be so worried all of the time if she was only ten? Who could explain what had happened without casting her with some stigma as a troubled youth like her brothers and sister. She wanted to get out of this small town when she grew up and knew that if she allowed herself to be labeled at such a young age she would never amount to anything. She again kept this strange and rare episode to herself. It had happened once before but she decided to keep it all to herself, she wouldn't every mention it not even to her mother who knew everything about her. Betsy vowed to overpower these uncontrollable anxiety attacks with all she had and it worked for about ten years.
By Jessica Norris5 years ago in Psyche
Depression
It's night time during the day. Like a cloud over you constantly. You are never good enough. You are never strong enough. How I hate talking negative, but how it's so true. You have things that you have to do. Responsibilities left undone. In your mind, you thrive to go out and have a good day and spend it with loved ones. Then again, you don't want to be around anyone. Everyone will stare at you and think you are stupid. Even at work, I am left alone. I hate dealing with each individual that comes in to do business. They all have their perfect little lives, or perfect little scams. I have to hear each one's story, like I care. I do really care, but I feel so left out, so alone. I enter in to each one's story feeling either happy or sad with them. Maybe this is my depression. What is life? What is the thing that will make me so happy? Can I ever be happy in this life?
By Nola Hipsher5 years ago in Psyche
My Daily Struggles with Depression
My day always starts on the back-foot, the tell-tale sign for me at least : dreaded tiredness, exhaustion ; a constant ping-pong of emotions curtailing any progress that day with a voice in your head telling you these Negative thoughts revolving around like a conveyer belt or a super high way without any disregard for others in your path as you go from being a talkative, sociable person who is the funny one or the one to go to for advice- now a very harsh , cold hearted person saying all of these things which isn't really you except this is just the curse .
By Billy Byrne5 years ago in Psyche
WAYS ON HOW TO COME OUT OF DEPRESSION
1. STAY AWAY FROM SOCIAL MEDIA: The first way point of how to come out of depression after break up is stop using social media. As much as helpful social media is it can also result in doing the exact opposite. It might contain posts, pictures, and various memories of you and your past which will make it all the more difficult to move on. Also, Social media can create a lot of hatred and anger with different posts about relationships especially when you start to relate with them. We might refer to social media platforms for refreshment but it certainly won’t be refreshing enough after a break up which can lead to being more depressed.
By Zyan Malik5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Illness
I starting writing as a way to express myself and to get things out of my head. I write a lot to cope with depression. I have what they call mixed bi-polar. I am on meds for it. Seroquel is my friend, when I can take it. I say when cause when I take it I feel great I feel like me again, But I have a child that is learning to sleep, so I was off my meds for about three weeks. Those three weeks were crazy. I cycle moods quickly a lot of times. When in depression I don't care what I look like at all, I barely will brush my hair or do my make-up. I can't get off the couch, unless I have to. I won't want to do anything in all honestly I just want to sleep. My house will not be up to code with even myself and this causes problems when I cycle out of depressed mood cause it cause aniexty issues and feeling of overwhelming. I will think I am not good enough for anyone in my life, and I will be withdrawled from people and things I normally would enjoy.
By Ashley Starkey5 years ago in Psyche
The Unbearable Year
One year ago today, March 12th, 2020, I woke up like any other day. My lady and I were up early for work. We drove the 10 miles into town. I dropped her off at her job and went into my work. The day was easy, ad changes. I sat down with several department managers at the grocery store I worked at and made adjustments to the ad flier and products according to their needs. The ad group puts the flier together for us. We tweak it to fit the store better.
By Frank Shaw5 years ago in Psyche
The Mean Reds
Lets face it, I know the first thing that comes to mind when a female makes the comment, "mean reds." If you are a guy (even a woman), you automatically jump to the conclusion that she has her monthly visit from mother nature where her body is slightly “out-of-whack” and emotions are running wild. For one, seriously…just going through that sucks and having it used against you just heightens those rocky/emotional grounds. In all honesty, it’s always quick to blame that very awkward and annoying time of month. But that’s not what I’m talking about.
By Jackie Fazekas5 years ago in Psyche
When Your Child Suffers From Depression
Depression. epressi It’s such a horrible word. Not just a horrible word but a horrible affliction. If you have ever found yourself in epression’s clutches, you know the feeling of hopelessness you experience. The fear that you will never escape it. The feeling of being lost. The feeling that the world has gone dark and there are boogeymen around every corner waiting to jump out at you.
By Treva Rawlins5 years ago in Psyche
