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 "D" Word
I’m going to pretend that we’ve known each other forever. Or, maybe like we’re those two drunk people at the bar who aren’t dancing, but better yet we are sitting at tables beside each other with a drink, lonely. We make that initial eye contact that feels like that “Hey old friend!” greeting and we decide to spill our guts out to each other as we build a relationship over too many vodka sodas. Either way, this will probably be raw, and it’s going to be real. But like I’ve said before, I am not a doctor. This is through my eyes only and my own personal experiences ONLY. So here it is... Depression, coming from someone who struggles and fights the darkness every. damn. day.
By Jess Dobransky8 years ago in Psyche
Depression: The Silent Shadow
"It’s hard to even write when I’m this depressed. I can’t cry, I can’t eat. I can’t do anything. I feel so hopeless and so alone. I have the weight of the world in my soul. All I want to do is sleep, just to get away from everything. I feel trapped. I’m thinking about pills. Lord Jesus, I’m thinking about pills. Help me not to think about pills. I feel so alone, Lord. Who can I talk to about this? Will You even talk to me? I’m falling. Help"
By Fallon Bechtel8 years ago in Psyche
Here You Are... Again
It was mid December 2016 and I was on my way home from work. My surroundings that day were such a blur, I never remembered the time, the speed I was going, or any specifics of that moment other than what I felt myself go through. I was in Los Angeles, so the traffic was almost always bad. I do remember cars passing me by as I looked at the highway wall and thought, "Why not?" And just as that thought was settling on my mind I felt my tears running down my face. I do not even remember my thoughts prior this but that is when I realized I had just contemplated ending my life. I sat there, wondering, "how did I get to this point?" I felt confusion, but most of all I felt fear.
By Maritza Perez8 years ago in Psyche
My Life With Depression
I think it's about time that I share my story. I hope that it can one day help someone who's going through the same things that I am, hoping it may one day save a life, hoping you will understand.... that you are not alone.
By Annette Faye8 years ago in Psyche
My Depression Struggle
Have you ever heard the saying that if you repeat something a hundred times, it starts to lose i's meaning? I feel like depression has become one of those things that the world looks at and rolls its eyes, scoffing in annoyance. There's a lot of stigma revolving around the term, especially considering the amount of out-of-context usage (like OCD) and the fact that most people don't realize the grand spectrum the disorder is actually located on. Here are some quick tips:
By Ghost G.8 years ago in Psyche
Suicidal Thoughts
It's 0038, I can't sleep, and I know why. I've avoided writing this because I like to think of myself as strong but not so long ago, I found myself at my weakest point. This topic overwhelms me and I'll be honest, I am in tears right now as I write, but here we go...
By Yedzayi Nenjerama8 years ago in Psyche
Unfinished Business
Currently there are at least 9 to 12 unfinished paintings in my living room. They have sat there for God knows how long, and I have everything I need to work on them.
By Aubrie Hernandez8 years ago in Psyche
Two Sides, One Person
I often wake up in the morning thinking about the meaning of my life. More often, I wake up in the afternoon wondering what I'm doing with my life.
By Shannon M.8 years ago in Psyche
I'm Not Lazy, Just Depressed
Think of someone lazy. Most likely, you're envisioning a couch potato, lying around and eating instead of doing something meaningful. This doesn't always mean someone is lazy. This could also describe someone who's depressed. The difference is, lazy people want to be lazy. Depressed people, well, they can't help it.
By C Rider8 years ago in Psyche
Alone
Emily was a straight-A student, one of the top GPA’s in her class, and was well know and liked throughout her school. She had many friends, and was quite popular with the guys. She had shoulder length hair that bounced as she cheerfully walked throughout the halls with her group of other beauty queen friends. Her light blue eyes twinkled at every smile her perfectly curved lips would make.
By Maritza Landeros8 years ago in Psyche
Depression: It's a Bitch
I hate having depression. It sucks. Plain and simple. There's nothing romantic about it; there's nothing beautiful to portray and remotely positive to romanticize and mull over. It's just a toxic cocktail of constant exhaustion, self-deprecation, doubt, and lack of drive. The lack of control over your own body, your own brain, it's enough to drive you mad. Without meaning to, you catch yourself staring into empty space. Your mind is constantly wandering to darker, more pressing matters and memories. A once happy thought has now progressed into something far more menacing, your brain having over analyzed and picked apart the entirety of it until you're left with nothing but the sad, anxiety-ridden aspects.
By June O8 years ago in Psyche
Down the Rabbit Hole
Before we begin, let me tell you that this was written in a blog post format, and this was also written not in the intent to encourage the action in the blog post. But in order to vent some feelings from a FICTIONAL character. Depression is a very serious subject, and the things talked about in this post are serious. Please, do not take it lightly. Now, let's begin with the story of how one girl discovered something she thought was going to help her, but leads her down a dark, dark rabbit hole.
By Kittie Kat8 years ago in Psyche