depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
I Get Knocked Down
Lately, I have felt like it has been one thing after another. Like I am one of those Bobo toys that you hit and it just pops right back up or a Weeble that wobbles but it doesn’t fall down. I have cried, stayed up nights overthinking everything and been irritable and cranky at even the best of times. Add a stressful job and family troubles to that mix and it becomes a feat of strength to even get out of bed in the morning.
By Erica Hale8 years ago in Psyche
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
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











