depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
How We Love
I'm not sure if this is love anymore. Or if it ever was... I thought I knew what love felt like, but I just can't seem to define it anymore. I thought I felt love in the beginning, maybe I did. Sitting here thinking back on how it was then and how small minded and naïve I may have seemed, maybe it wasn't love. Maybe he knew what he was doing to hurt and manipulate me, or was it that he didn't see the harm he was doing. I mean we were both so young. It could have been involuntary. My mind continues to spin. We both have had our share of ups and downs. Some say love shouldn't hurt and others say it's a continuous battle, but "for the one you love you'll fight." I just really don't know anymore.
By Ambry'on James7 years ago in Psyche
Fighting for Myself
Who’s that girl? You know the annoying one who is always smiling and her ponytail is always bopping along so annoying right? Yeah that’s what my good friend said she thought of me before she really knew me and got to know my layers. I am always hiding, hiding behind a fake smile, a mask if you will. It’s so easy too, no one wants to know the depressed anxious girl and deal with all her issues. No one wants to hear anything other than the standard “I’m great!” when they ask how you are doing today. If you said “Actually I really need a friend today” or “I couldn’t sleep all night because I have crippling anxiety,” can you imagine the uncomfortable silence and awkward situation afterwards as the person tries to slowly back up and get away from you? Yeah, no thanks. Fake smile and standard response it is.
By Candy Kelly7 years ago in Psyche
I Am Not Defective
For those of you have seen the South Park series, you will know this picture from the episode Up The Down Steroid where Cartman pretends to be mentally disabled to win a $1000 (which he fails of course) in the Special Olympics, while Jimmy takes steroids to up his game. Jimmy finds out that Cartman cheated, but at the same time realized that he cheated himself at the many events and renounces his medal, hoping to complete with honor the next time around.
By Johann Hollar7 years ago in Psyche
Depression
Let's not hold back here. Depression is completely shattering. It shatters relationships, families; LIVES. I cannot begin to tell you how many times my depression had shattered good things I loved having in my life. And you know what happens after all those good things are gone? More depression. More over thinking. More just 'wanting to die' and 'I can't do this anymore'. And it feels no matter what you do, depression is right around the corner waiting patiently for your unsettling appearance, just to wear you down a thousand times more.
By Cheyenne Mcbee7 years ago in Psyche
Depression Is Real
Depression is attacking our generation. It's so easy to feel defeated. We can dread getting out of bed. Dread going to work at our jobs. Dread taking a long commute to get there or dread being around certain people. We can dread certain situations. Dread our obligations. There are a variety of situations that can make us completely unhappy. Especially if they seem to draw out for a long time.
By Karina Nistal7 years ago in Psyche
Fight the Feeling
According to the Anxiety and Depression Association of America, over three percent of the American population suffers from depression at some point in their life. Many people who have this diagnosis do not seek medical treatment and choose to suffer alone. This can be detrimental to one's health, but if you are one that must bear this burden, know that there are things you can do to fight the negative feelings and keep your depression symptoms from completely taking over. You may make some routine changes to make things a tad bit better.
By Paisley Hansen7 years ago in Psyche
Dancing with Death
Hamlet said it best. “To be, or to not to be, that is the question,” the question of the hour, the week. In fact, it is the question of life. “To be or to not to be?” To live or to die? And there I was, in that moment. Would he chose life? Would he go on to make me feel awful another day? As it was, it was my fault. At least that’s what he said. It was my fault. I left him when he needed me most, but is it really my fault that that part in my life was over. I recognized that he was dragging me down. I had to get out of that relationship. He made me suicidal. He made me hurt. And yet, here I was. In this moment.
By Hannah Rose7 years ago in Psyche
Inner Demons: Loneliness
My loneliness stifles me. At times I think about it and it tears my soul apart. It makes me feel small. It takes away all my dignity, and shreds it right before my eyes. At any moment if I try to piece myself back together, it rears its ugly head once again.
By Sonia Morreira7 years ago in Psyche
