depression

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

Depression Sucks
People that have depression such as myself have our good days and our bad. Do we tell others? No, well I know I don't. I keep it to myself, I don't want others to see anything but my happy cheerful self. I don't want to speak the existence of the depression. I thought that maybe if I hide it good enough it would go away, but it doesn't.
By Sara Bevins6 years ago in Psyche
Insanity
Madness creeps up your spine. You never really expect it despite all the years it spent taking root in you. It uses its resources to grow and prosper like a well oiled machine until it doesn't.
By Caitlin Halladay6 years ago in Psyche
THE SUBTLE SHADOW
Life can be a bind, don't you think? Round and round we go with our little lives. One massive pulsating algorithm that never lets us stray from the path. Ephemeral and fleeting we traverse the years with only one way of getting off the merry go round. Death.
By Dom Watson 6 years ago in Psyche
Sickening Nostalgia
As I sit in his office, Dr. K. I begin to think of the bullshit that got me here. Almost every time I come to these exhausting appointments, I break down. Getting help never hurt so much. The innocence taken from me, starting when I was young, could never be given back. Boys with their clammy, but still soft hands because they aren’t even old enough to truly sit before a judge on their own and not old enough for their hands to gain callus from working so hard, but old enough to know that touching little girls is... gross. I tell myself I forgive them. But is it true? Is it possible to really forgive boys who took this much from you to where when you walk in an office that society thinks is for crazy people YOU even get stared down. Bitch yes, I’m crazy. But so are you so look away from me before I use the anger that has boiled in me from tragedies like these. Tragedies that make me start to tear up to even be looked at for longer than a glimpse because I can’t fucking stand someone thinking that they have power over my body again. Tragedies that have made me this paranoid. But still, I get up, I go to work, and I make my living. My parents always fussed at me for half- assing things but what else can you do on mornings when you’ve spent the night fighting off those flashbacks that you have yet to get used to after an entire decade and longer? Sometimes, half- assing is all I have the power to do. My obsessive compulsive disorder says brushing your teeth just long enough for you to have the ability to look at the very person you are absolutely disgusted with. My obsessive compulsive disorder screams that it is not long enough to brush my teeth as long as I can stand to see my own wreckage. But my depression... see, she’s something serious. Somehow, she has that optimistic side when it comes to brushing my teeth. She comforts me, “at least you don’t have morning breath anymore. Tastes a little mintier baby girl.” She has a way of comforting me when I know I cannot put forward much. She has a good way of telling me that at least I did a little. She is the definition of manipulation. She will reel you in making you TRY the positive outlook thing, and then she’ll giggle with Anxiety, and wreck your whole fuckin day. Well... is it depression or the optimistic little girl that was never able to rise up? Does she still want to think happy thoughts to get her out of this abyss? She was so honest and gentle and sweet. By middle school, she became the kid that had to do mandatory anger management counseling. The anger harbored in her... in me, and took control. To this day, that sweet, innocent girl is still there, who has learned how to tame the anger a little more, and continues to stay honest and true. She... I mean.. I, I love endlessly. So I think it is true. I think I have forgiven them. But I have not, and never will, forget them. Forgiveness, for me, was personal. Those boys have not been seen since before I hit double digits, so what would they even gain from MY forgiveness? It was and still is, all for me. I forgive them so that I can forgive myself because in this mentality bestowed upon me... I blame myself. This is reality. No matter how many people say it’s not my fault or I could not control it, my mind will tell me that somehow my young, tiny, weak body could have done more. And I know, if the world ended today...it would be my fault.
By Sweet Mk 6 years ago in Psyche
The Suicide
Chapter 1 Joe was going crazy at home, he was having anxiety all day to the point where he had to leave the house and walk to clear his head. Only twenty-four years old and he was already losing his mind. It was 12am on a Saturday so he was going to walk to the bar three miles from his house to the city where he liked to sit and watch people. He’d sit around at the park, chain smoking, looking at all the tourist, locals, and city workers all walk by and sonder. Where do all these people go after work, after the night is over, do they like their jobs? Do they have secrets I cannot see? All these thoughts and questions would wash over him like a tsunami to the point where he would forget what he was worrying about, what was causing his own anxiety.
By Charles Wood6 years ago in Psyche
This Is How I Know Depression Is Back
It happens from time to time. On occasions, it kind of makes sense: something terrible has happened, or I’m under a lot of stress. However, other times it just happens that I find myself in the middle of a depressive episode. Just like that.
By GB Rogut6 years ago in Psyche
How can you think about your own depression or sadness?
I’m not a psychologist, but this is an attempt to analyze and apply neurology to depression. Although it might seem to be an apathetic approach, I think it’s better in the long run to work with what we can work with instead of pretending we can help or make attempts that don’t seem to be working. We can try, but logic and analysis make up the backbone to the chaotic sea of emotions.
By M C6 years ago in Psyche
Stand Up To Stigma
One of my passions is mental health. I’ve worked in the mental health sector for almost twelve years. The knowledge I have earned has been incredible with regard to my awareness an involvement in changing lives. Witnessing individuals managing with their troubles due to you is a rewarding occurrence. Nonetheless, there has been negative factors that I have recognised in jobs, friendship groups, families, society and culture. I pray for a shift as a person mentally ill only seeks support and a listening ear.
By Chantelle C6 years ago in Psyche
Depression and What can be Done About it
Depression is partly phenomenological (relating to direct experience instead of abstract conceptions) and partly biochemical. Both systems influence each other in a feedback loop, meaning both systems can act as cause and symptom.
By Paul Bokserman6 years ago in Psyche
Anxiety: 5 Notions & 1 Hunch
Definition of notion (1): an individual's conception or impression of something known, experienced, or imagined (2): an inclusive general concept Definition of hunch (3): a strong intuitive feeling concerning especially a future event or result
By Richard L6 years ago in Psyche
Dealing with depression as a freelancer
One day you can wake up and feel empty. You feel like you are nothing and will never accomplish your goals or provide for yourself or your family. That is just a part of this field. You have no guarantee of getting the income you need to survive, but that may just be enough motivation for you to ensure it happens. It has been for me, at times.
By Zac Nielson 🏴6 years ago in Psyche
I am Not Weak...A Black Man with a Mental Illness
I admired the bridge as I drove across it and thought to myself, this would be a great place to jump and die. It has been nearly a decade since I thought about killing myself. Back then, I thought about suicide more than I thought about my children.
By Carlin Hertz6 years ago in Psyche