depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
Suicide
Suicide. Not a fun topic. It’s not something people like to talk about. What people do not realize is that it is a very serious problem today and it needs to be brought into the light. “What better way to end the pain than end your life?” is a very common thought. You’d be very surprised by the number of people who want to take their lives daily. You also may not be aware that one of those people could be someone very well close to you.
By Deserae Manning8 years ago in Psyche
My Darkness
The scratch of a single pen on paper was the only audible noise in the cold, dimly lit room, save for my slow and shallow breaths. As I completed the poem and read it through once more, I discovered how beautifully sad it was. The black ink seemed cry out in pain and despair. Though, that had not been my intention; my intention has always been to be happy. At the very moment I stared at the sorrowful words scrawled across the page, it became clear to me what was true. The suffocating and relentless sadness that silently engulfed me every day could not remain quiet any longer. I finally gave into what I had feared the most; I was depressed.
By Tiffany Wile8 years ago in Psyche
Anxiety is a Twat
I’ve lived with my anxiety and depressive disorder for just over a year now and I still feel like I can’t come to terms with it. I struggle to do the simplest of tasks and, although medication and other methods do help, some days it’s just impossible.
By Jess Peters8 years ago in Psyche
Depression is War
There’s a proliferation of articles and personal stories about depression from other warriors in this unseen battle of the mind. Some describe their battles with suicide while others offer up details on walking through this war torn existence and claim to have found peace. I applaud those who’ve found peace and hope one day to join your ranks. In the meantime, my battle rages on.
By Michelle Wallace8 years ago in Psyche
Depression Is Not A Choice
Depression is not a choice. Have you ever had someone tell you you're crazy? Or make you feel crazy for feelings that are beyond your control? Or maybe you've had someone judge you or tell you it's all in your head. You're making it up. It's a just a phase. You're not alone.
By Destyni Schmuckal8 years ago in Psyche
My Nineteen Years on Earth
Exactly six months ago I attempted, at the age of eighteen, to write my own book titled My Eighteen Years on Earth. I got half way through one chapter before I hit writer's block, and ultimately, gave up on my depressing novel. Since then I have regained the spark in which I had that first day I began my novel, and have decided to attempt my second try at a less depressing, but awfully truthful blog on how it is to live with depression starting from such a young age, and of course the usual teenage dramas.
By Denilia Blue8 years ago in Psyche
Drowning
Sometimes, it all gets a little too much. The rage, the sadness, the helplessness. You think that you can control it, keep it under wraps, and go about your day with a forced smile plastered onto your face. You think that it is nothing, and that it will all be fine soon. You think that ignoring it all will solve it.
By Umamah Rehman8 years ago in Psyche
Sharon & Me
Churchill called his depression ‘the black dog.’ Susan Calman, a Scottish comedian who wrote a hilarious memoir about her depression, called hers ‘the crab of hate.’ Seeing as I’m not particularly a fan of dogs or crabs, I won’t liken my depression to a particular animal. Animals, to me, seem like an unobvious choice for personifying depression.
By Niamh Dunne8 years ago in Psyche
Bullying
"You are ugly." "You will never graduate." "You are fat." These are just some words that I have been told. I don't really talk about my bullied experience. Some of this my own mother doesn't know about. So first thing you should know is I was always an outcast. My first time getting bullied was in 7-8th grade. I got pushed into lockers. I got kicked in the shins at lunch. I got laughed at when I failed at something. I got hit on the school bus. I got my hair pulled. This lasted for about 1-2 months. Then I spoke up (from the goodness of a friend). I told the principle and he talked to them. It stopped after that.
By Ashcraz McKay8 years ago in Psyche
