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—Yes It Is a Thing
Diseases are all around us. Some people are lucky to never get serious ones, while others tend to be constantly surrounded by the worst ones. Now what people fail to recognize is that diseases go beyond a physical illness... meaning that some illnesses are invisible.
By Monica Pavlack8 years ago in Psyche
Depression Without Shame
There is a stigma about depression and other mental illnesses. You think there is something wrong with you or that you're damaged. You think you may be going crazy and that it is better to hide it and keep it bottled up. If no one knows, if it doesn't come out and you can hide it well, then it doesn't exist. Right?
By Erika Farrah8 years ago in Psyche
Exposing the Darkness from Inside
Recently there has been a great deal of news regarding suicide, what with Anthony Bourdain and Kate Spade recently taking part in the act. While that has sparked more conversation regarding suicide and mental illness once more, I know it will soon fade until another celebrity off's him or herself; a week or two will pass, and then the conversation about the prevalence rates of mental illness and how serious it can be will fade once more. The cycle will continue to repeat until society changes.
By Zellie Wicker8 years ago in Psyche
An Open Letter to My Parents Who Don't Understand My Mental Illness
To My Parents Who Don’t Understand My Mental Illness, Ever since I was young, I’ve always been different, you both say this endlessly. I’ve always been different than the rest of the family. Honestly, I’ve always felt like a bit of a black sheep even among you guys and my brother. Something about me has always been off though; I didn’t process things the same way you guys did. I took everything a bit more personally, my moods were more unstable and I lashed out more, I was your “rebel kid,” and I’ve always been impulsive; but at the end of the day, I always seemed like a relatively happy-go-lucky girl as I should have been. I come from a family who can provide for me financially and I have been awarded so many amazing opportunities in my life that I am very thankful for, but still, there was always this emptiness inside of me.
By Londyn Nichole8 years ago in Psyche
My First Father's Day and Depression
My first father’s day as a father was somewhat bittersweet. I have struggled over how to approach this subject, and the best way I could find is straight forward. As I write this at work, I hope not to break down. Please understand first and foremost that this is no fault of my wife and/or child. Anyone who has dealt with depression can tell you what a motherfucker depression is.
By James Howell8 years ago in Psyche
Depression: Apparently It's All in Your Head...
We all know Nicole Arbour from the Dear Fat People video. To call that controversial would be an understatement. While I do not agree with the radical part of fat-acceptance and faux body-positivity campaign that encourages 350+ pounds worth of people eating at Heart Attack, Nicole misses the goddamn point by miles.
By Maura Dudas8 years ago in Psyche
Fear of Living Past 20
Growing old is a natural part of living. The older you get, the more you accept to love your wrinkles, gray hairs and squishy ears. During these times, you can cuddle your grandchildren, play bingo, and sleep as much as you'd like. Growing old is also very scary for some people and is actually a lot of people’s greatest fear.
By McKy Sillitoe8 years ago in Psyche
The Battle With Mental Illness
I have no idea on what is with me and being able to talk to my friends and family who have depression. Is it because of my kind hearted nature or the fact that I too suffer from depression? Let me start this by saying that depression is hard to deal with. I have been battling depression for four years since my dad passed away when I was almost 18 years old. I didn't know how bad my depression was until I went to see my therapist after my dad passed away. I'm still battling my depression because it has somewhat gotten worse over time with having so many deaths in the family happen. Between the time my dad passed away and now, I lost so far six people in my family.
By Carrie Booth8 years ago in Psyche
Using Mindfulness to Reduce Depression
Mindfulness has been a practice for a long time now. The practice of living and being in the moment, not thinking about the past and not worrying about the future. The practice of mindfulness has been shown to reduce the future of clinical depression by up to half. Also worth noting that mindfulness’s effects do seem to be comparable to taking antidepressants. Mindfulness can take practice to get the hang of but all you have to do is spare five to ten minutes of your day to practice this and it will get easier and become a more natural part of your day.
By Richard Bailey8 years ago in Psyche
My Great Escape
When the burden of the conversation became too great, I quickly made the necessary excuses and ended the call, allowed the tears to dampen my face—and it seems my spirit—for only a moment longer after that. The darkness of the night blanketed me in more ways than one. I was in a foreign country where I didn't speak the native language, with foreign people who didn’t understand me much. That thought was acceptable to me though. That’s been mostly the tune of the song that is my life. This is exactly why I was here all by my lonesome on one of the Thousand Islands. It was small enough for me to walk its perimeter in a couple of hours. There was a beautiful feeling in that realisation. It was only the beginning of an illustrious rap sheet of mental health (I use the phrase sarcastically of course). The depression had already started and the social contracts that dictated normalcy were becoming harder with each passing day. I put the phone where I couldn’t hear it any longer, took my shoes off, and started walking the length of the beach.
By Ayesha Javed8 years ago in Psyche
The Hospital Food is Practically Gourmet Compared to This
I’m Not Crazy, I swear I was told not to try, but to succeed by a very straightforward nurse in the Children’s Mental Ward of the Fort Walton Beach hospital. He told me that if he ever saw me there again, he would cause significant bodily harm. And that’s putting it nicely. After gathering up whatever dignity and morality I had left after my numerous breakdowns, I walked out of the hospital’s double doors wrapped in my white sheet, closely resembling a blanket goblin and sat in the back of the ambulance, unaware of what was to come. (Cue sad violin music)
By Maddy Black8 years ago in Psyche
