depression

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

Depression = Autism
It has been nearly two years since I found out that I was Autistic. In that time, I’ve gone through many emotions: disbelief, anger, avoidance, contemplation, remembrance and finally, acceptance. I’ve listened to what other people have thought about my disorder. I’ve buried my head in the sand for almost a year trying to convince myself that I was not, in fact, autistic. I’ve mentally gone back over the parts of my life that I can remember, from childhood up until now. I’ve accepted what I was never going to be able to change. I’ve developed a new level of comfort with myself. And I’ve read and read and read…as much as I could about autism and more specifically, being on the spectrum.
By Natalie Forrest4 years ago in Psyche
How I Made My Depression Invisible
“You are the most cheerful person I know. So positive and full of energy.” When one of my coworkers came up to my workstation two years ago to say those exact words they struck me like lightning. This well-meant compliment hit me hard. I had nothing else to say than a simple “thank you” before I turned back to my work, trying to look entirely unbothered by the storm of emotions that was looming on the horizon and fast approaching.
By Emilia J. Smith4 years ago in Psyche
Feeling Lonely? Please Don't Ignore
I’d be lying if I said I’ve never felt lonely. But I have never been vocal with this feeling. Somehow we just don’t talk about it enough, maybe because society stigmatizes loneliness.
By Kavi Kamat4 years ago in Psyche
Depression psychological evaluation
Resistance research has identified several protective factors that can reduce the risk of depression in adolescents. Depression is often associated with another mental illness (5), and about two-thirds of teens with depression have at least one related mental disorder. Compared with depressed adolescents, young people with depression are 6-12 times more likely to experience anxiety, and 4-11 times more likely to suffer from harmful behavioral disorders (5).
By A sapkota4 years ago in Psyche
A Love letter to my Depression
Digress to me, my Eternal self, why Punish me, with thoughts so volatile Rampant and horrid, External hands slick with
By tania n hines4 years ago in Psyche
TBI Depression and PTSD
What is Depression? Depression is a feeling of sadness, despair or hopelessness that does not get better over time. It typically is so consuming it interferes with daily life. Everyone has their ups and downs. That is not what this is. Depression goes beyond feeling a little blue for a few days.
By Julie Godfrey4 years ago in Psyche
In My Head
Pressure. There is so much pressure in my arms, my legs, my head. I want to cut my skin open and let it out. It would be such a relief...but I can’t do that. Why can’t I do that again? It would make me feel better. Nothing would make me feel better. Nothing. I wish there could be nothing; no pressure, no thoughts, no feelings.
By Ariane Phelps4 years ago in Psyche
Beating Depression's Beaten Path. Top Story - November 2021.
Human beings are creatures of habit. We have a subconscious bias toward doing everyday things in certain ways that feel comfortable to us. I put my left sock on before the right one, but I always put my right shoe on before the left. I brush my teeth in a certain pattern; I shave my face from left to right. Whatever the task is, I definitely don’t remember choosing the particular way in which I complete it. As a child I learned the basics but as I grew older I simply found a way of doing them that just felt comfortable to me. If not by the lack of discomfort, but by the reinforcement achieved by repetition. Either way, our brains employ a flavor of the ‘path of least resistance’ strategy with these simple tasks; that being said, would it not make sense that our brains also employ this strategy with other functions buried even deeper in our subconscious?
By Mac4 years ago in Psyche
Unhinged.
1/11/21 God. If you are there, please answer me. WHY? Why me? Why all this? Why so much struggle, setback, confusion, turmoil? I have faith in YOU. Not man. But I trust man and give man the benefit of the doubt. Man’s failure does not make me doubt YOU, but it does make me dislike man more and doubt what path I am on. I am sick and tired of doing things the right way. I’m sick of watching others make it on luck and circumstance. I take no pride in knowing that I’m staying the course despite the difficulties. I tell myself it’s not the end of the world. It’s not the end of the world. It’s not the end of the world. IT’S NOT THE END OF THE GODDAMN FUCKING WORLD. I’m sick of being strong. I’m sick of struggling. I’m sick of this life. I’m sick of the hurt, the pain, the hopelessness, the endless optimism. I no longer want to see past the current struggles. Sometimes I do wish my days were numbered just so I could no longer be a coward and take the risks I need to. I’m a coward. That’s the problem. I hold my tongue. I let others manipulate me with the same sad song and dance that I so desperately wish to escape. I’m sick of being misunderstood and alone in my struggles. My burdens are all my own while I shoulder others and provide relief. I miss people that can’t help the situation but just being able to call and say hey, life sucks, and that person tell me that it’s going to be ok without possibly knowing that and make it sound so convincing, I want that. I don’t have that. The strong can become weakened over time. I’ve been beaten and battered by life and I still have so much life to live. So much left to give. But I don’t see how I can possibly do that. No, it's not as simple as my material possessions. It’s not as simple as feeling used up. It’s not as simple as feeling like the whole world is thriving and I’m stuck in neutral. It’s not as simple as feeling like I’m not allowed to have a bad day, week, or month. I want to be in a hole. With no light. And just my thoughts. I want to be filled with my own sorrow and anger and resentment and not feel like a burden because I’m not at my best. The light I used to feel within is all but a faint glimmer. I don’t feel the joy I once did. Fuck a pandemic. Fuck quarantine. Fuck getting older. Life has been a struggle since day one and not one moment have, I ever felt like things were looking up. I just decided to drown the pain and the noise with distractions. Maybe my goals are mere distractions from my fate. Maybe I’m destined to live in mediocrity and be eternally miserable. What if this is my hell? What if I’m merely doomed to live this life until I choose to no longer live it? What if I’m cursed with seeing everyone else around me pursue happiness and I’m simply meant to assist them on their journey? What if my time was never meant to be this long? What if my journey were meant to end years ago and I’m just overstaying my welcome? This world isn’t meant for me and it grows increasingly frustrating trying to make sense of how I am supposed to achieve my desires if they don’t make sense in this reality? I’m rambling. I’m near the edge. I can’t make much sense of anything right now other than I’m supposed to be working BUT WHAT THE FUCK AM I WORKING FOR? I’m so fucking sick and tired of seeing the glass half full when it’s fucking empty. Help is not on the way. It’s up to me to be my own superman. Always has been. I want to indulge all my desires. Instant gratification. This is not a plea for help, it’s a declaration. I can’t be what the world needs me to be because I don’t want to do that anymore. I can’t be a great friend, son, brother, decent person because I am drained of all that comes with it. I’m empty. My soul needs nourishment and my body needs vitality. I feel darkness surrounding me and maybe it’s time to embrace it. None of this is making me feel better. These are carnal emotions and indulging them has not provided any relief. I feel hatred. Resentment. Annoyance. Bitterness. Rage.
By The Omnipotent Deity4 years ago in Psyche
How a Complete Stranger Saved my Life
When I stepped nervously into the ordinary-looking house, I had no idea what impact the stranger living there would have on me. She changed my life.
By Rosy Gee4 years ago in Psyche
My Favorite Color Is...
“My favorite color is red. There is nothing else to it. There is just something about it that just makes me so excited. Blue may be “normal,” the typical favorite for a boy like myself, and then there are the unconventional ones like purple or green. I’m not saying they aren’t pretty, not valid, not a better choice than pink, but red is my favorite color and that’s all there is to it.
By Steph Ruff4 years ago in Psyche
The 5 Best Books About Depression
Depression has been affecting more and more people around the world, which makes us need to look for reliable sources of knowledge on the subject. Hence the importance of looking for good books on depression, to find possible causes and solutions for this serious and disabling disorder.
By Borba de Souza4 years ago in Psyche