depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
What it is like to live with Major Depression
Five years old – that’s the first time I remember thinking that if I wasn’t around then everyone would be happier and better off. I remember seeing the commercials asking people to “adopt” one of the starving children in Africa and I felt, no, I knew deep in my soul that it was somehow MY fault that those children were starving. I remember thinking that if I ran away, then any problems my parents had would be gone. As I grew older, running away morphed into killing myself. Those starving kids in Africa, well, they were still somehow my fault and any problems my parents had were still my fault. If my parents were struggling financially or couldn’t afford something that my sister or I wanted, I just knew that if I hadn’t been born, then none of that would have been a problem. I never told my parents how I felt. I never told anyone. I didn’t want to hurt anyone by telling them. I never told anyone about my suicide attempts. I knew that no one would understand just what it is like to live with and battle Major Depression.
By Julie Botsay Jacobson5 years ago in Psyche
Fighting Depression with Gratitude
I'm so happy to be living a privileged life with so many opportunities. And no. I'm not rich. I do not have a net worth of up to a million pounds. But... I'm alive, I have a job, I live in a house, and I have food and clean water.
By Amby O Asonye5 years ago in Psyche
The Mind of a Depressed Soul
Depression isn’t something I would wish on my worst enemy. I get so frustrated with myself at times for my lack of understanding of what is going on inside my OWN head, and I imagine I am not alone in those frustrations. However, as I was deep in thought earlier, trying to comprehend this latest tormenting depression spell, I was hit with a new perspective. It was like my “aha” moment. I am finally beginning to see a very important aspect of understanding myself and my life, which oddly enough, is that understanding this also encompasses an understanding that NOT understanding is okay.
By Annie Mae Edwards5 years ago in Psyche
Me, Myself and Depression
Depression for me was a scary thing to deal with. When I first started showing symptoms of depression I didn't have a clue of what was going on, I just knew something wasn't right with me. My passion for the thing I loved and wanted to accomplish in life started to decline, I consistently dealt with mood swings, My appetite grew bigger and I became very isolated. During these episodes, I would become very mean to the people I love. It wasn't until years later that I found out that what I was dealing with was depression. I didn't talk to my family about it because I thought they wouldn't believe me. Many people who have friends/family members who deal with depression believe that it's in their head and/or seeking attention. This is not true, to help people better understand this disease we must ask why what, and how? Why does depression impact people? What is depression? and How to treat depression? Understanding these questions can help people who deal with depression to overcome depression.
By Toccara Clarke 5 years ago in Psyche
Depression isn't just "sad"
Yes, I know you hear it all the time. You read all the facts and figures on depression. You see the commercials for depression medication, but if you haven’t felt it, really felt it, then it just looks on the outside like a person who is unreasonably sad. For those who have had others confide in depression, they end up confused when the person confiding in them has no real circumstances for sorrow. It could be someone who on the outside has everything any person would want to be happy, and we can’t understand why they don’t just focus on that and thank God for the wonderful things in their life so they can move forward and smile.
By #notashamed;5 years ago in Psyche
Let's Talk About Mental Health
I can remember the first time I had an anxiety attack. I didn’t understand what was happening. I was at a Halloween dance at school. I stopped breathing. I stopped feeling. I dropped to the floor. I was surrounded by my friends. They were trying to reassure me that I was fine. I couldn’t stop crying. The school nurse was called to take my vitals and check me out. I was going through a pretty rough time. My great- uncle Arthur had just died a few months before this. I was close to him. I watched him take his last breath. I was devastated for months. Nobody tells you that losing someone that close to you can send you into a very dark and lonely place. I dealt with anxiety daily, never really knowing what the sharp pains in my ears and chest were. Never knowing why I would lose my breath so randomly. Nor why I had to constantly by tapping my fingers or drown my thoughts with loud music.
By Dominique Rodarte5 years ago in Psyche
