depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
Describing My Depression
It feels as if there's a blanket wrapped around my body, and I'm underwater, the heavy blanket making it more and more difficult to swim up to the surface. I can feel the cool air on my finger tips but I just can't kick myself up. I'm in a panic. My chest hurts; it feels like my lungs are caving in. I need air. Every time I get close it feels like I'm dragged back 50 feet lower, the burning feeling in my chest only making my heart beat faster the lower I sink. It feels like drums from a marching band beating my chest. I can feel it in my arms, fingers, legs, toes, and my head. It feels like my heart is a race car, trying to win a race that I didn't sign up for.
By Brianna Bailey8 years ago in Psyche
The D-Word
Throughout my life, I have had the displeasure of dealing with the "D-word" (depression). Although this word is tossed around often, many people do not truly grasp what depression is and how it presents itself. The Mayo Clinic defines depression as, “A mental health disorder characterized by persistently depressed mood or loss of interest in activities, causing significant impairment in daily life.” I suppose the silver lining is that I, along with many others, may feel alone, but in reality, we are far from it.
By Benjamin Phillips8 years ago in Psyche
My Heart Hurts
It’s 3 o’clock in the day and I’m still in bed. Naked and lonely. For some reason I feel like I’ve grown roots in this bed. Whatever I do, it always bring me back to this bed. This bed is absorbing me, making me sink in and is not letting go. It’s 3 o’clock in the day and I’m still in bed.
By Brea Swaney8 years ago in Psyche
Suicide
Have you ever thought of suicide? I attempted to commit suicide a total of three times. Every time was scary. My first story was a short explanation of what had happened. But in real life, these simple words on paper will never truly express how scary it is to feel that way, to feel alone all the time. I felt like I wasn't good enough for my family and friends, and that they didn't care, anyway—none of which was true!
By Dagny Desiree8 years ago in Psyche
Feeling Melancholy
It's Tuesday. Work has pretty much ran. I didn't have time to get my morning coffee but I survived the morning. Between talking with patients and asking questions, I laughed for most of the day. Lunch, a Philly Cheesesteak, and a bottle of water. In between work and the laughs, a good hardy lunch is what I needed to get me through the second part of the day. 3:55 PM arrives and I'm leaving the office content. I hit my quota for the day and now it's time to relax.
By teisha leshea8 years ago in Psyche
A Depressed Person's Morning Routine
My alarm wakes me at 7:30 AM from an unrestful sleep. It has been like all the other times I have slept in the past couple of months. It doesn’t seem to matter how early I go to bed, I wake up and feel like an enormous hammer has been dropped onto my body, pinning me down and unable to get up.
By Graham Ronald8 years ago in Psyche
Eternal Battle
Hi. My name is Serena, I’m eighteen years old and this is my story. Growing up in an average middle class American family, you could say I had my share of troubles. I went to a public high school, had my group of friends that my parents did not like, but the one thing I did not have, was whatever I wanted. I guess now that I look back on that, it was a good thing. I had to work for what I wanted. My parents would rarely let me do whatever I wanted to do. They were super strict and, in all honesty, I did not like it. I wanted to do what I thought was best for me. I would skip class and say I was doing something when I was really doing something else. I would tell my parents that I was studying with friends when I was really partying. I would do anything that would get me a popular reputation at school. I would steal, do drugs, party every night, you name it, I would do it. Yet, I was still an all star volleyball player. The coaches didn’t want to say anything because I was their best. I was the best at my job, I would help any customer in any way I could. I had the leading roles in any play I was in. I put my heart and soul into what I knew I was good at.
By Emily Karhoff8 years ago in Psyche
Depression
Depression is a serious thing. Nowadays people have become aware of it but don’t quite fully grasp what it is or what the experience is with it. People have become so comfortable with it that it’s unintentionally used as jokes or is used in a way to make oneself feel comfortable in a situation. “Ugh, kill me already. I have a finals this week,” or you get people who mimic depressed people and then laugh about it. People need to realize that depression isn’t something to joke about nor make fun of. Let me take you into a mind of a depressed human being.
By Kaitlin Slater8 years ago in Psyche
