depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
When Life Gives You Lemons
Nothing you will read in these next few minutes is going to affect you. The pen might have been mightier than the sword in 1066, but not now. We're complex, and odd by nature, and not one thing someone finds useful helps everyone. But a few words in this short post may stir a feeling inside yourself, compelling you to make changes. Society as a place is dynamic, unique, and ever-changing. As humans we are a mere freckle that only just dips into the surface of everything, we are an insignificant freak of nature, an evolved species that developed a sentience: only a few people in the world know this. Most of you walk through life with your eyes closed, while others open, and those people see it all. Even fewer are bang on in between, some scientists, philosophers, have an even balance of the two. It's not bad seeing what’s only on the surface; go below that and a lot of ugly things persist down there. If it fulfills you to live that way, then enjoy it. We all expire at some point, we all have a shelf life, so do what you love. The only problem with that is that a lot of people can’t digest that state of mind. And these people all share a state of mind. That thing is depression.
By Chloe Jade8 years ago in Psyche
Describing My Depression
It feels as if there's a blanket wrapped around my body, and I'm underwater, the heavy blanket making it more and more difficult to swim up to the surface. I can feel the cool air on my finger tips but I just can't kick myself up. I'm in a panic. My chest hurts; it feels like my lungs are caving in. I need air. Every time I get close it feels like I'm dragged back 50 feet lower, the burning feeling in my chest only making my heart beat faster the lower I sink. It feels like drums from a marching band beating my chest. I can feel it in my arms, fingers, legs, toes, and my head. It feels like my heart is a race car, trying to win a race that I didn't sign up for.
By Brianna Bailey8 years ago in Psyche
The D-Word
Throughout my life, I have had the displeasure of dealing with the "D-word" (depression). Although this word is tossed around often, many people do not truly grasp what depression is and how it presents itself. The Mayo Clinic defines depression as, “A mental health disorder characterized by persistently depressed mood or loss of interest in activities, causing significant impairment in daily life.” I suppose the silver lining is that I, along with many others, may feel alone, but in reality, we are far from it.
By Benjamin Phillips8 years ago in Psyche
My Heart Hurts
It’s 3 o’clock in the day and I’m still in bed. Naked and lonely. For some reason I feel like I’ve grown roots in this bed. Whatever I do, it always bring me back to this bed. This bed is absorbing me, making me sink in and is not letting go. It’s 3 o’clock in the day and I’m still in bed.
By Brea Swaney8 years ago in Psyche
Suicide
Have you ever thought of suicide? I attempted to commit suicide a total of three times. Every time was scary. My first story was a short explanation of what had happened. But in real life, these simple words on paper will never truly express how scary it is to feel that way, to feel alone all the time. I felt like I wasn't good enough for my family and friends, and that they didn't care, anyway—none of which was true!
By Dagny Desiree8 years ago in Psyche
Feeling Melancholy
It's Tuesday. Work has pretty much ran. I didn't have time to get my morning coffee but I survived the morning. Between talking with patients and asking questions, I laughed for most of the day. Lunch, a Philly Cheesesteak, and a bottle of water. In between work and the laughs, a good hardy lunch is what I needed to get me through the second part of the day. 3:55 PM arrives and I'm leaving the office content. I hit my quota for the day and now it's time to relax.
By teisha leshea8 years ago in Psyche
A Depressed Person's Morning Routine
My alarm wakes me at 7:30 AM from an unrestful sleep. It has been like all the other times I have slept in the past couple of months. It doesn’t seem to matter how early I go to bed, I wake up and feel like an enormous hammer has been dropped onto my body, pinning me down and unable to get up.
By Graham Ronald8 years ago in Psyche
