depression

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

The Medusa Phenomenon
In Greek mythology, Medusa was a monster with a human female face. From her scalp grew living venomous snakes instead of hair. She looked so hideous that gazing directly upon her would turn anyone into stone. In my mind, I regard this fear of turning into stone, very much like the fear of transforming oneself into a new person when confronted with reality, as the Medusa Phenomenon.
By Mal Mohanlal4 years ago in Psyche
Using Virtual Reality to Improve your Mental Health
Introduction Virtual reality (VR) is one of the hottest technologies out there. It's also gaining traction as a tool for treating mental illness thanks to its ability to help patients confront their fears and reduce anxiety through simulations.
By Nicholas McKenna4 years ago in Psyche
I take my depression everywhere
TW: mention of sh/suicide You know how there’s always that one obnoxious person on every platform or one person in your family that’s like, “Oh you’re depressed? Just go for a walk,” well I’ve heard that my entire life.
By Jay,when I write4 years ago in Psyche
Cause and Symptoms of Stress | Sadaqat Clinic Karachi
Sadaqat Clinic Karachi is the number one rehab and the best addiction treatment center in Karachi, providing the best treatments and therapies for stress, depression, anxiety, and alcohol rehab treatment.
By Willing Ways4 years ago in Psyche
The Enchanted Elephant
Have you heard of the story of the elephant and the rope? It is on the Internet. It will give you some idea of how your subconscious mind works and how distorted perceptions can enslave you.
By Mal Mohanlal4 years ago in Psyche
What Are You Feeling Now?
Dahab, Egypt on the Sinai Peninsula was such an incredible place. Absolutely charged and vibrating with the energy of history, war, and a spirit of rebuilding and reclamation. I was fortunate enough to spend a week there in my early 20’s as a part of a backpacking trip I did throughout all of Egypt and the Sinai peninsula. I had heard from other travelers and read online that Dahab was home to some of the most unbelievable scuba diving in the world, in the Red Sea, and while I had never done it, and honestly didn’t particularly have any desire to, it was just one of those things you had to do in a place like this. I had booked tours out of Dahab to Petra in Jordan, Mt. Sinai, and snorkeling at the famous Blue Hole. It was the furthest away from home I had ever been and at many points during the trip due to proximity to cell phone towers, my phone would get SMS texts saying “Welcome to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia,” something I never thought in my life I would see. For me, this entire area of the world is enchanting. Of course there are intense political and humanitarian tensions and I recognize that my enchantment comes from a place of not having lived that first hand experience, but growing up a Baptist Christian, it was the setting for so much myth and religious folklore. I remember feeling breathless at the sight of the Red Sea for the first time, saying in my head, “This is the sea Moses parted!” I had left behind any religious attachment many years prior, but the storytelling and worldwide knowledge of this site charges it to magical levels. Nearing the end of my stay, the hostel I was staying at had a group of natives from Dahab that were very adamant that I scuba dive. I told them many times that I had never done it and that I was a bit anxious about it, but they assured me it would be fine. They were all certified professional divers and had created their own method of clipping novice scuba divers onto this metal arm mechanism in which a pro diver would guide the novices around, sort of like a manual theme park ride. They took me through a brief training, solely dedicated to the breathing aspect of the scuba mask, how to clear water from the goggles and how to speak to the instructor via hand signals. They didn’t bother with any details of how to ascend and descend because due to the metal arm mechanism, all movement would be controlled and facilitated by the pro diver. All I had to do was deep breathe and enjoy. The feeling of breathing through a scuba mask is intense. It’s incredibly labored and there is no possibility of taking quick anxious breaths or else you essentially lose the control of the flow of oxygen from the tank. I remember beginning to breathe underwater and my mind feeling very uneasy about it. That quickly faded once I got the breathing pattern and my body relaxed into the slow inhale……exhale……The instructor asked if I was ready and I signaled with a thumbs up and we began to descend. We eventually reached as deep as we were going, 30 feet underwater. I had never been underwater this deep. The pressure was very heavy, but as I looked around, my mind was absolutely blown. Electric colors coming from coral and fish, looking down into depths deeper than my eyes could see, and looking up to see the pin prick of light that was the sun. It was unbelievable, straight out of a nature documentary. The instructor was guiding me around and I was focused on keeping my breathing in check, but as we wrapped around the corner of this section of coral, I noticed a bit of water leaking into my mask. At first it was only a bit, but I figured we’d be down here for some time longer and it would probably be in my best interest to clear my mask of water. I signaled to the instructor that I wanted to stop for a second to clear my mask and as I went to clear it, he reached for the mask to help me hold it. In that moment, my hand slipped and the mask popped off, letting the saltiest water flood into my open eyes. It burned badly and my bodies instant reaction was to gasp and quickly exhale. That exhale shot the mouthpiece out of my mouth and there I was 30 feet underwater, no goggles and unable to see with no ability to breathe. Had I not been panicking, I likely could’ve sorted out how to get the goggles back on and the mouthpiece back in, but I was already anxious from the dive and my body was unable to hold breathe any longer. My bodies automatic and survival responses kicked in and I took a huge breathe. I swallowed so much water and began to choke, making me gasp for air again, swallowing more water. My lungs were completely full of water and my panic was full fledged. I was frantically searching for the emergency inflation on my vest, simultaneously thinking that if I hit it, it was highly possible that I would get decompression sickness. I found the rip cord and pulled it because it was either I drown and die in this completely foreign country or I potentially get decompression sickness which had no guarantee of being fatal. I remember looking up as I ascended, dragging the instructor along with me, seeing the pin prick of sun grow larger. I was about halfway there when I heard my mind say “Close your eyes. This is it.” And truthfully, in that moment, my soul made peace with death. I called for my mother, who died when I was in college, asking for her guidance. I forgave anyone who had wronged me and apologized for anyone I had wronged. I thanked the earth for it’s gifts and for the first time in probably 15 years, prayed, to whoever was listening to safely guide me to the other side. I had thought quite a bit over the course of my life what my death would be like. I always wished it would be painless and without fear, peaceful and sure that I had lived a life to be proud of. I had never once thought it would be a scuba diving accident in the Red Sea, but truthfully I was not mad about that because this place was truly the most magical place I had ever been. What felt like 30 minutes was about 30 seconds and I woke up some moments later on the beach with the instructor giving me CPR as I began to vomit up sea water and foam. I remember looking at my hands to my shock seeing that they were a bluish gray color, clearly from the lack of oxygen. I continued to spit up water and was finally able to take a full breath. It was crackly and rough, realizing in that moment I still had quite a bit of water in my lungs. The instructor effortlessly picked me up and placed me in the bed of a pickup truck. I had no idea where they were taking me and not enough energy or care to inquire. Each bump the truck hit on the road, I felt the sea water in my lungs sloshing around in my chest. I was stretched out in the bed of this truck, staring at the blue sky that stretched on forever. I wasn’t sure if I was alive or dead and I felt so tired. I told the instructor sitting in the back of the truck with me that I was just going to shut my eyes and sleep for a second, to which he gently slapped my face and my legs, telling me that if I fell asleep, I would die. The sea water would dry out and crystallize in my lungs and I would likely choke on my own blood. He kept saying “Don’t listen to your mind. Do not fall asleep.” I fought to stay awake as the truck slammed on its breaks and a group of Egyptian men carried me into this bright white building. I said out loud “Is this heaven?” and the instructor quickly replied “You’re at the doctor.” The rest of the day was a blur, remembering bits and pieces of them flushing my lungs and eventually having me drink fresh guava juice to give me some energy to return back to my hotel room. They were so incredibly kind, so caring, and completely saved my life, which I thought had already been lost.
By CTB4 years ago in Psyche
Employers Need to Realize their workers can Succeed with Depression
Introduction Depression is on the rise and more people are being diagnosed and treated for it than ever before. It affects people of all ages, races, ethnicities and socioeconomic groups.
By Nicholas McKenna4 years ago in Psyche
The story of youth depression?
Boys and girls meet for the first time at the beginning of high school. Boys are outgoing and assertive, and girls like them. I don't like it, but boys are nice. The girl is naturally cheerful but the pressure of high school and the pressure of class makes her a little out of breath. Always be used to excellent students, high school again and again the results of the ranking let her produce a gap. The girl becomes introverted, unwilling to talk and even self-abased. Although a class, boys and girls have never personally said a word. The first time girl and boy is heard that the boy sing nice. Yes, the girl is voice control, the first time to listen to his voice fell in love with him. So boys and girls are connected by music. Divided into classes, the girl chose the natural arts, escape that let her tired let her feel inferior rationalization. The boy naturally went on to be a high achiever in science classes. As a result, boys and girls have less chance to meet. Luckily, the gym class is in the same period. Girls are fond of sports, just in order not to embarrass every time choose to pressure the playground secretly watch boys play. He is different from other boys. He is more obsessed with badminton than football and basketball. On the badminton court, he is the king. On the girl's birthday, the boy sends his best wishes at the hour and sings to her. Girls secretly look at boys, boys will look at girls. Whenever they look at each other, the girl shyly looks away, and the boy seems to be unimpressed. Every encounter has become the most beautiful story. The girl seems to secretly like the boy, but the boy's reputation is not good, in the eyes of others is a full of cheating and playing with female feelings of men. And from the girl's point of view it's a rumor and the girl chooses to believe the guy chooses to believe the person who is real enough for her. Thought boys and girls would be together slowly and naturally. Then came the news that the boy had changed schools. The first person the boy told was the girl, who was sad for a long time that night." We're not familiar enough with why we separated." The day of the hike was the boy's last day at school. Countless times, the girl wanted to tell the boy wanted to chat with the boy face to face, but the girl had no courage, thought it would miss from now on let it become a pity. School was late that day, and the boy who had been playing wild on the playground was squatting on his own turf. The girl gathered up courage to go to him, the boy also stopped the movement in his hands to go to the girl. The hug was brief and beautiful. Became the most beautiful memories of boys and girls. The girl did not know where the courage that day came from but secretly happy for a long time.
By lingqidian4 years ago in Psyche
Harden the f&%k up
I have lived with depression for a large amount of my adult life. I didn’t necessarily know that I was depressed, I just assumed I was someone who cried a lot more than others, that I got a lot more emotional than others, and I just was lazier than others.
By D-Donohoe4 years ago in Psyche
India's Youngest Psychokiller - Amarjeet Sada
Psychopathy is A trait that researchers are researching even today. If we see the book's definition of it then it is a trait that makes a person very insensitive, unemotional, and morally depraved. A psychopath has feelings toward anything. Not even for humans. This is why they don't think before doing anything or taking any action. Even if it is something serious like murder. Psychopaths become so out of touch with reality that they don't even realize that what they're doing is a crime. It's an offence, he's hurting someone.
By Kushal Sharma4 years ago in Psyche
This is How It Feels Living With Bipolar II Disorder
I was 28 years old when I was diagnosed with Bipolar II disorder. Having been experiencing poor attention and motivation skills, I determined that I obviously had a case of undiagnosed ADHD. Therefore, I scheduled an appointment with a psychiatrist in the hopes of being prescribed a stimulant.
By Kelsea4 years ago in Psyche
Surviving Evil
This is my story on abuse I am writing this story because I want abuse to end. I am victim of abuse myself my green light was that I was able to get out and my abuser didn't stop me and I also got the help that I needed from a women's abuse center. I honestly can say it's really not a place that women should be in and if you can get out of that situation get out as soon as possible, I know some women can't leave their abuser because they love them or they are too scared or they have a child or children with the abuser. Women are never heard some people think it's the woman's fault on why she's getting abused, but it's not the abuser takes advantage and manipulates his way for people to think it was her fault why she got abused and usually the abuser isolates, manipulates, tries to control everything, takes advantage of everything the woman does. Abuse is so sickening and it's very wrong but women get abused every day. Most abusers act insecure to cover up the truth, in fact they are always bullies. The one thing they all have in common is that their motive is to have power of their victim this is because they don't feel that they have personal power, regardless of their success. To them communication is a win-lose game. Abuse happens within heterosexual relationships and in the same-sex partnerships, it occurs within all age ranges, ethnic backgrounds, and economic levels. And while women are more victimized, men also experience abuse especially verbal and emotional. The bottom line is that abusive behaviour is never acceptable, whether from a man, woman, teenager, or an older adult. There are many signs of abusive relationship, and a fear your partner is the most telling. If you feel like you have to walk on eggshells around them - constantly watching what you say and do in order to avoid a blow up - chances are your relationship is unhealthy and abusive. Other signs include a partner who belittles you, tries to control you, and feelings of self-loathing, helplessness, and desperation. Physical abuse occurs when physical force is used against you in a way that injures or endangers you. Abusive behavior is a choice despite what people believe, domestic violence and abuse does not take place because of an abuser loses control over their behavior. In fact, abusive behavior and violence is a deliberate choice to gain control. Perpetrators use a variety of tactics to manipulate you and exert their power, including: Dominance, Humiliation, Isolation, Threats, Intimidation, Denial and Blame. Abusers use a cycle in violence and domestic abuse which includes: Abuse, Guilt, "Normal" Behavior, Fantasy and Planning, Set-Ups. Recognizing the warning signs of abuse; It's impossible to know with certainly what goes on behind close doors, but there are some telltale signs of emotional abuse and domestic violence. If you witness these warning signs of abuse in a friend, family member or co-worker take them very seriously. People who are being abused may: 1. Seem afraid or anxious to please their partner, 2. Go along with what he or she says, 3. Check in often with their partner to report where they are and what they are doing, 4. Receive frequent, harassing phone calls from their partner, 5. Talk about their partner's temper, jealously, or possessiveness. Warning signs of physical abuse: have frequent injuries, with the excuse of "accidents", frequently missed work, school or social/special occasions without explanation, dress in clothing designed to hide bruises or scars, abuse can hurt in so many ways.
By May🌸4 years ago in Psyche