Here is something else that seems difficult for the unafflicted to understand, Depression is NOT a choice, and (for many of us) it is NOT temporary. With a recurring depressive disorder of any kind, depression can come on at any time, with or without cause, and it can stay for long periods of time. Even…Read more …and Another Thing
When you suffer from depression, people who care for you inevitably ask you all kinds of questions about how you're feeling; "so... How's it going?" "How are feeling?" "How are you... really?" "Are you okay?" This obviously comes from a place of caring and they ask because they DO care, and so they worry. THIS…Read more …Questions?!
So many will never truly understand. Those whom have never been afflicted think depression is equivocal to what they experience when they're sad... Depression is NOT like being sad. Being sad is not a blanket that covers your entire being and weighs you down to the point where you can barely muster the strength…Read more …Depression?!
Just BREATHE... in... out... in... out... don't think, just breathe... in... out... don't ask where your are... in... out... in... out... Is that a table? Whose table? Why am I laying... ...[cough] ...[cough] Just BREATHE... in... out... in... out... I don't know how long I laid there, under that kitchen table, consciously breathing each breath…Read more Abreaction
The worst part about having a mood disorder is the feeling of helplessness. So many people will never know what its like to watch yourself lose control and not be able to stop it. Distrust is like tooth decay; even the smallest little bit stuck in the wrong place can quickly escalate to a serious…Read more Seeds of Doubt; Blooms of Rage
So... Like what the fuck happened to Flintstones's Vitamins?! I mean I know they are still out there and everything, but who decided that we should only make children's medicines taste good and/or in fun shapes? ...and what were they thinking? All I know is I would probably be a lot better at remembering to…Read more …Meds?!
...after being forced out of our home, my mother, sister, and I moved in with my grandmother in the west suburbs, and I effortlessly snuggled into a deep depression. I laid in my bed for most of the day, everyday for almost a year. I went to school sometimes, but coasted through in a daze,…Read more A Place to Worship