depression

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

Cariña
You wake up in the morning and think, "why am I alive?" You contemplate on bed whether or not it is worth getting up. You don't get up. You don't get up at all, even though you know that there are a million reasons to get up. You pull your comforter over your head, hoping that the temporary feeling of warmth might alleviate some of the pain you've constantly been feeling. You want to die. You feel worthless. What's the point? You're a waste of space.
By Jay Cordero6 years ago in Psyche
Defeating Depression
When I use to think of the word depression, I use to think of someone with a mental illness, someone who always wanted to kill themselves, and someone who was sad most of the time. But when I started suffering from depression, I knew that it was more to it.
By Ashley Spears6 years ago in Psyche
Tragic childhood
Cold drops of rain are sliding down the car window. Pattering on the roof from the fairy like drops. My nose is dripping from the cold. My fingers feel as if I’m wearing gloves made of frost. Tears roll down my cheeks as if in the same pattern of the rain. No words to give just silent breath’s. No body will ask how I am or what is wrong.
By Luaren Walters6 years ago in Psyche
Suicide Letter
DISCLAIMER: This post is in no way a mockery, encouragement, or anything nefarious towards the serious subject of suicide. These are my personal thoughts from a year ago when I myself was going through a ten year depression. If you or someone you know is depressed or having suicidal thoughts, please seek out help and/or call this suicide hot line- National Suicide Prevention Life Line: 1-800-273-8255. Please, from a personal experience, your life is more than worth living.
By Sir Contra6 years ago in Psyche
Depressed Vigilante
One thing that I find incredibly unique to the society and the world we live in is the access to media outlets and information. If you compare this to the late 1990’s and early 2000’s things were not quite as mainstream and sticking your face into something besides your phone (such as a book) was a lot more common. Today, I can journalize about mental health during a pandemic and relate it to the philosophy of comic books through an introduction about the unique mainstream media outlets of the twenty-first century.
By Zachary Pierce6 years ago in Psyche
A tale of tussle with depression
It pans out almost like a cliched, run-of-the-mill, sappy tale with a happy ending, especially when I write and share it on the internet. Almost a decade ago, I had my first brush with the real-life infamous villain called “Depression.” I couldn’t cognize its presence initially and when I began to, it started scraping and spooking me in wacky ways every new time. It swiftly pervaded most spheres of my life, quite similarly to a virus, caused havoc and did damage – all without me even registering it. Over the years, our encounters became more frequent and our contests got so intense to the point where now when it didn’t visit me for a while, I’d start missing it!? Sounds like a case of Stockholm Syndrome, and perhaps it was. Anyway, then the plot took a turn, and there came the hero of the saga- the green-and-white-coloured pills, the prince charming on a horse, and a deep, spiritual healing from the heavens- all one after the other, sweeping me off my feet, pumping life and ecstasy into me. My story has a happy ending and I can hardly believe it. For someone who was a reclusive, faithless pessimist about her life circumstances, I surely saw somewhat of a miracle when I found happiness after about eight long years.
By Poorva6 years ago in Psyche
Edge of the Abyss
I have spent my entire life fighting with anxiety, depression and PTSD. One thing I have discovered, most people do not understand what it is like to live your life behind a mask. Those of us who suffer on a daily basis with mental health issues must wear a mask every single day. We must pretend to be wired the same as the rest of the world in order to succeed in a world that was not designed for us. I am writing a series of short stories illustrating what life is like for me in the hopes that someone benefits from understanding what life is like with mental illness.
By Avery Graycastle6 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health Month: My Mental Health Story
When I was doing research for blog topics, I came across Mental Health American, the nation’s leading community-based nonprofit dedicated to addressing the needs of those living with mental illness and promoting the overall mental health of all Americans, and their Million In May campaign. The goal for the campaign this year is to encourage as many people to take a free mental health screening and reach one million mental health screenings! May is Mental Health Month so I thought it would be cool if I shared my mental health story with everyone. I have talked about my mental health struggles before, but I don’t think I have gone into very much detail. Opening up about this stuff is kind of scary, but I think it will be worth it.
By Taylor Hagemann6 years ago in Psyche
How To Know If You Are Depressed?
We all feel sad or miserable at some point in our lives, but normally these feelings are temporary and leave us as the days go by. Without leaving a greater mark on our path than that of a complicated moment, they can have a reason for being or appear without a reason that justifies their presence.
By Shanu Singh6 years ago in Psyche
You are more than just a Depression
DEPRESSION MOOD to Major Depressive Disorder In this modern world, we always hear about this mental disorder that hinders one's ability to be productive in daily functioning. It makes a person fail to appreciate life. It causes him/her to feel guilty, dissatisfied, anxious and hopeless. It's never easy to face depression. There are number of reasons why people with depression may resist seeking for help.
By Aryehnaa 6 years ago in Psyche
Why Did Marvel Get Away With Mocking Mental Health in Avengers: Endgame?
The Marvel Cinematic Universe has been a major success by smashing through box-office records around the world, with Avengers: Endgame cultivating multiple storylines and converging them for one epic end of a saga. However, there is a major issue in society today that Marvel not only included in Avengers: Endgame, but they even made a joke of the entire problem, male depression. This brings me to the character that was used to make the jokes and the actor who I would assume either did not care what was being done or was unaware of him making a joke of a serious problem.
By Craig Arnott6 years ago in Psyche
My mother taught me about suicide
The question today in my writing suggestion was if I think suicide is selfish. The topic of suicide is really confusing to me. I have a lot of conflicting feelings about the topic, my experience on this has been all over the place throughout my life. My first introduction to the subject was when I was about five years old. When I was pretty young my mother had a group of friends she would party with on a regular basis. All of these friends also had children of varying ages. When our parents where drinking they would usually have all of us kids at one person's house to keep us occupied or if we where at the same location kids would be delegated to one area. During this time one of the oldest boys in the group on a day he alone took his mother's handgun outside. He sat on a swing and shot himself in the head. His mother would say it was an accident, but I have always believed it was true. I think at the time I was too young to truly comprehend the tragedy of the situation. It did leave an impression with me though. I don't think I have the words to express how I felt about it, however, it wasn't completely negative for me. Back at that time I did believe in heaven though and maybe in my mind I figured that was better then what I was experiencing in life. Later when I was maybe eight years old my uncle attempted suicide, by shooting himself just under the chin. Holding the gun up toward his head under his jaw the bullet went up through his mouth hitting bone and changing the direction of the bullet. This caused his jaw to be destroyed but for the bullet to not reach it's intended destination. The result was his jaw being wired shut in order to heal and some life long issues with pain. I watched my grandmother grind his meals in an iron meat grinder for some time. This left a negative impression on me that after his attempt it just left him with additional problems. The remaining lessons I learned about suicide came from my mother. She would tell me she wanted to die from time to time. So many times that they left no impression on me and I'm hard-pressed to remember them specifically. I truly had no feeling about these discussions because I never believed her. I knew my luck would never be that good. I knew that if she died I would be placed with my grandparents which would have ended to hell I lived in. The only time I really had any reaction to my mother's death was when my stepfather would say I would be staying with him in order to take my mother's place and continue to raise my brothers. There was one conversation that I had with my mother when I was approximately ten years old though that did stick in my memory. It was an occasion where my mother could not get out of bed. I don't remember what I need from her or what she was supposed to be doing but I was in her room sitting on her bed. She told me she dreamed of killing herself. I probably told her she needed to stop saying that because no one was gonna react anymore. She told me that she had it all planned out. She told me she was going to take the gun into the shower with her and blow her head out. Her reasoning for the location was to make clean up easier for us. At the time it made sense to me. I told her I didn't care I didn't believe her and that I hoped to live forever, I told her she deserved to live as long as possible. It really was the worst to say to her, she told me it was awful to wish life on her. My experience with the thought of suicide probably wasn't the same as most people and it remains different to this day. I don't see it as selfish. I have never understood why people would say that. I have always felt like it was selfish of the people around someone in pain would expect someone to live in pain for their benefit. To further the thought my only goal in life was to raise my children. During their childhood my highest priority was them. I made all decisions in my life to better provide for them. I was successful in raising them all, and each of them left home and are independent and doing very well. This is wonderful but has left me with no direction and truly no reason I have found that it is worth the trouble of living each day. My point is only to show there are different views on any subject. I would not want or encourage anyone to commit suicide, I guess all I'm saying is I understand the feeling. And maybe if you have had someone in your life with these feelings you can maybe understand their thought process and pain they may be in.
By Neecee B6 years ago in Psyche