depression

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

I Am Not Ashamed
I am a lot of things. I am a writer. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a friend. A best friend. An artist. A dreamer. A painter. A poet. An auntie. A cousin. A granddaughter. A human.
By Bliss 8 years ago in Psyche
Fearing Death...
Have you ever feared death, but wanted it at the same time? At one point in my life, I didn’t exactly fear the idea of death. I was so depressed that the thought of dying wasn’t a big fear of mine at all. I constantly have the fear of someone I love, or am close to, dying suddenly. This thought for anyone is not pleasant. I get more anxiety over the thoughts of someone else dying rather than myself. Recently, I found out one of my old friends had gotten shot to death. The only thing I could feel coursing through my body was not that of sadness, but rather how getting shot to death would feel. I know, who would think this, right? The things I felt during this time seemed very unnatural. I imagined various scenarios of me dying, including that of getting shot. It made me want to experience what he felt. Granted, the result of the experience would be me lying in a coffin, six feet under the ground, or being the ashes in an urn placed courteously on a mantle.
By Rhani D.8 years ago in Psyche
Depression. Top Story - February 2018.
Why do I not want to get up? Why do I feel like a failure? Is this how society sees me, or is this how I see myself? Can I no longer enjoy the things that I used to? There is an epidemic, not just in America, but in the world. Depression affects millions of people. Some people do not even realize they have it, or choose to ignore it. Some of the questions above are symptoms of depression. There is also loneliness, fatigue, loss of appetite, among other symptoms.
By James Howell8 years ago in Psyche
Conquering a Life’s Worth of Depression in a Semester
Conquering a Life's Worth of Depression in a Semester 09/22/17 Sobbing tears streamed down my face today again. I've been thinking about this for some time, writing all this down. I used to write as a child, it seems like that's all I had, pen and paper. That's all I could tangibly hold onto. In fact, that's all I did hold on to, were my writings. My journals provide proof that I did not falsify the information in my head, it is not over exaggerated, and I will not be made a mockery or be treated as such. I documented everything, well everything or anything that was worth documenting, to me. I have multiple journals of diary entries, poems, writings of heartache, writings of the repercussions that one faces when their parent is consumed by a mental illness, and the system is to entangled in itself that it truly fails to notice, fails to notice the agonizing screams of a six-year-old that begs her mother to stop having sex in the room next to her.
By Stable Nomad8 years ago in Psyche
Earth Shattering
Have you ever felt your heart breaking so deeply you can look in the mirror and see the earth quake that's ripping your soul apart? Nothing was supposed to be this way, this wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. There is no going back, There is no making it right. No more I love you, no more long nights..
By T Christine8 years ago in Psyche
Hold On a Little Bit More
Normal people don’t understand depression. I don’t understand it either, but I can at least say how it feels, and how it has affected me. Someone would say, "hey, you’re just sad," or, “it’s not a big deal, go and pray to Jesus and it will pass." However, what I think when they say that is: “Jesus” doesn’t have a magic pill, you know? And IF he exists, he probably hates me.
By Mariposa Blanca8 years ago in Psyche
Depression
I woke up today, and for some reason, I felt good. I hadn't felt this good in quite some time. I thought about what I had been up to recently that could have caused this change in feeling, and almost immediately I started to miss my feeling of misery.
By K. M. James8 years ago in Psyche
Living in the Darkness: Home
Recently someone asked me, "Why do you listen to depressing music? If you're depressed you should listen to happy music to bring you out of the depression." Boy I wish it were that easy.
By Genesis Shearn8 years ago in Psyche
It Hides in Plain Sight
The city looked so lively from up here. You couldn’t tell that below it was a corrupt and damaged world. For the first time in a long time, I took a real breath of air. It sounds idiotic, I breathe all day, everyday. But never outright, not like this. I sat on the edge with my eyes closed and just tried to remember this exact moment, every inhale. I never wanted this moment to stop, I wanted to stay here and just breathe. I let the cold night air sting as it went down my throat because the pain reminded me I was still alive. That even though the world was still and I had found peace, I’d have to open my eyes again sooner or later. I’d have to return to the world and face reality. But for now, I enjoyed my last first breath.
By Kim McGaw8 years ago in Psyche
Dear Me
Dear Me, I know right now feels like hell. I know pretty much all the time feels like hell. I know that you're in pain; you're in so much pain that you are willing to die just to make it stop. I know that you're constantly choking down a sea of tears, because God forbid you let anyone else see the storm that dwells inside. I also know that sometimes will seem that the war isn't worth it anymore, because all you ever win are scars and more pain, and the monsters you fight against will win everything; your dignity, your energy, your time, your will to live.
By Justine Lagos8 years ago in Psyche
Depression? Who's That?
For weeks now, I have been running a million ideas through my head. For weeks now, I have known I need to write something. That crappy prof, the power of perception, living a good life... All valid. With #BellLetsTalk having just passed though, I think this is the perfect opportunity to write about living with depression.
By Renelle Dion8 years ago in Psyche
Trapped Inside
Depression... What’s the first word that pops into your head when you hear that word? Sadness? Suicidal? Attention? For me, when I hear the word depression, I think of times that were supposed to be happy, numbness, and a fake smile. Depression is a disease that kills whether people want to believe that or not.
By Heather Wilson8 years ago in Psyche