depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
Trigger Warning: Depression
Sometimes depression is really warranted: when friends bail, leaving an aching heart and lonely schedule, or when lovers disappear and stop responding to your calls. But then there are other days, days like today, where nothing at all causes the depressive state; it just happens. Yesterday was Monday, so the depression made sense, and the weather was shitty too, which would also warrant a lowered mood. But today, today is Tuesday, one day closer to Friday, one day farther from Monday. The weather isn’t awful, and the sun is shining. So why? Why, today, is the depression once again eating away at my flesh and bones like a hungry, blood guzzling, monster?
By Donna Sczygelski8 years ago in Psyche
My Word
The English language is made up of various other languages and cultures to make up the words we use on a every day basis. There is a word for almost everything you feel, hear, taste, and see. For example, there's a word for the sound the wind makes as it passes through the trees: "psithurism." This word is taken from the Ancient Greek word "psithurismos" meaning "I whisper." The feeling of pleasure and contentment can be defined as happiness, in which the root word "hap" can be taken from the Old French root word "heur" and the German word "Gluck," both meaning good fortune and happiness. The list of words goes on and on, but there is one word, one definition, that I have yet to find—my word.
By Justine Lagos8 years ago in Psyche
My Depression
Depression is a hard thing to go through. I have been through depression since I was really young. When I lost my grandma in 2002, and my grandpa in 2012, I felt so miserable and depressed. I felt like I lost two of my best friends. I was really close to my grandparents. When I lost my grandma, I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. And I also was getting into a lot of trouble at school. I skipped school and my attitude was very horrible. Then, I was sexually assaulted from when I was 7 to 16 years old. My depression got worse and worse by the minute. I thought nobody loved or cared about me at all, because people I trusted with my life would hurt me. It was hard for me to trust other people in my life. When I started dating my husband, he would try to hold me or try to get close to me. But I would always push him away because I just got out of a very abusive relationship before I started dating him. I was so scared that my husband would hurt me just like my ex boyfriend did. But he was so patient and kind with me. It took me about a good year to finally let him get close to me.
By Shante Hernandez8 years ago in Psyche
I Get Knocked Down
Lately, I have felt like it has been one thing after another. Like I am one of those Bobo toys that you hit and it just pops right back up or a Weeble that wobbles but it doesn’t fall down. I have cried, stayed up nights overthinking everything and been irritable and cranky at even the best of times. Add a stressful job and family troubles to that mix and it becomes a feat of strength to even get out of bed in the morning.
By Erica Hale8 years ago in Psyche
The "D" Word
I’m going to pretend that we’ve known each other forever. Or, maybe like we’re those two drunk people at the bar who aren’t dancing, but better yet we are sitting at tables beside each other with a drink, lonely. We make that initial eye contact that feels like that “Hey old friend!” greeting and we decide to spill our guts out to each other as we build a relationship over too many vodka sodas. Either way, this will probably be raw, and it’s going to be real. But like I’ve said before, I am not a doctor. This is through my eyes only and my own personal experiences ONLY. So here it is... Depression, coming from someone who struggles and fights the darkness every. damn. day.
By Jess Dobransky8 years ago in Psyche
Depression: The Silent Shadow
"It’s hard to even write when I’m this depressed. I can’t cry, I can’t eat. I can’t do anything. I feel so hopeless and so alone. I have the weight of the world in my soul. All I want to do is sleep, just to get away from everything. I feel trapped. I’m thinking about pills. Lord Jesus, I’m thinking about pills. Help me not to think about pills. I feel so alone, Lord. Who can I talk to about this? Will You even talk to me? I’m falling. Help"
By Fallon Bechtel8 years ago in Psyche
Here You Are... Again
It was mid December 2016 and I was on my way home from work. My surroundings that day were such a blur, I never remembered the time, the speed I was going, or any specifics of that moment other than what I felt myself go through. I was in Los Angeles, so the traffic was almost always bad. I do remember cars passing me by as I looked at the highway wall and thought, "Why not?" And just as that thought was settling on my mind I felt my tears running down my face. I do not even remember my thoughts prior this but that is when I realized I had just contemplated ending my life. I sat there, wondering, "how did I get to this point?" I felt confusion, but most of all I felt fear.
By Maritza Perez8 years ago in Psyche
