depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
Why Men's Mental Health Matters. Content Warning.
The stigma surrounding men's mental health is a pervasive issue that often goes unaddressed. Society has ingrained in men the belief that expressing emotions or seeking help is a sign of weakness, perpetuating a harmful cycle of silence and suffering. This toxic masculinity not only damages men's well-being but also affects their relationships, careers, and overall quality of life.
By Matthew Angeloabout 18 hours ago in Psyche
Ask Inner God
In China, both children and adults have been trying to exceed others in "life competition". For children, they are instructed by teachers to study extremely hard to get admitted into a top-tier school (like municipal junior school, provincial high school, university with the title of “985”, etc.) . Moreover, parents also play a role in pressing them to join extracurricular study classes, with nearly total ignorance of children's real interests. For adults, when attempt to set foot on this dog-eat-dog society, they finally find it difficult to find a satisfactory job, especially in the background of the sluggish economy. A tiny minority of university graduates may get lucky, as they outweigh others in the fierce civil service examination or the interview of some lucrative companies after rounds of selection, and are eligible to get a relatively respectable job. However, Most of the lower-middle class adults have to do with jobs which feature demanding long-time work and low salaries and no social insurance. Since restriction on age exists in many job descriptions, unemployed people over the age of 35 can hardly get a job at all. In a word, competition hangs over common Chinese during their life-span development.
By Merce Joyaa day ago in Psyche
How Random Posts Enlighten My Mental Health Journey
I have always enjoyed writing and explaining concepts using creative ways and word choice that allow me to really connect to the heart of the reader or listener. But making time has always been difficult, so my solution was to use my social media platform as a writing tool to expand my creative sparkle. I committed to a weekly post on my Instagram account using one of my many photos I kept from random places and using it as a prop to write. Typically, I start brainstorming days ahead as I go over the picture selection and what to write about or I can come up with something creative on the spot and post it right away. This creative process is rewarding as it helps me get out of the mundane, while inspiring others. Although there was a flow in my creativity, it lacked structure and organization.
By LaPlume Vertea day ago in Psyche
Psychologist: "A depressed wife needs a lot of patience from her husband"
Recently, on the evening of May 24, Lam Minh appeared on livestream with an image of messy hair. She continuously cried, spoke intermittently, and could not control her emotions. The female model held her baby and shared the situation that caused panic.
By Ken aquariums2 days ago in Psyche
Self-Help Strategies to Conquer Depression. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Depression often feels like a relentless, heavy burden—a series of unbreakable chains that confine us to a dark cycle of negative thoughts and overwhelming emotions. This mental health condition can profoundly affect our sense of power, seeding feelings of hopelessness and isolation. Despite these challenges, it's important to recognize our inherent capacity to shatter these chains. Self-help strategies, including mindfulness, physical activity, establishing a routine, and connecting with others, play a pivotal role in battling depression. These approaches not only help manage symptoms but also empower individuals to regain a sense of control over their lives. By actively engaging with these strategies, anyone can take significant strides toward overcoming depression, stepping into a life marked by fulfillment and joy.
By Hicham Samsari5 days ago in Psyche
Afeared
He has me, mama! He has me! Ne’er a day devoid of dreadful weeping—Mournful Sorrow claps to applaud Misery whilst it dances its best on the stage called my life. The blanket of hope has long since been immolated to keep the venomous fireplace alive. The very one I warm my hands with to stave off the brittle existence that lurks upon my shoulders. I am but a lost and forlorn entity ripe with exhilarating sadness. Hoorah to the masses who plague my mind with their incessant banter.
By Sir Contra8 days ago in Psyche
love in the shadows
**Love in the Shadows** It was a rainy Tuesday evening when Alex first noticed her. He was huddled under the awning of his favorite coffee shop, watching the city’s rush hour unfold like a chaotic dance. People were darting between puddles, clutching their umbrellas against the wind, and somewhere in that gray blur, she stood out.
By Agus Arief Rahman17 days ago in Psyche
The Depths of Depression
Depression, unlike the more exotic diseases that capture the public’s imagination, is a common, pervasive, and devastating condition that affects millions worldwide. Despite its ubiquity, it remains shrouded in misconceptions and stigma. I know this all too well because I have walked through its dark corridors, grappling with its crippling effects firsthand.
By Waleed Mahmud Tariq18 days ago in Psyche
Bipolar?
Well, here we are...I'll be thirty-seven in about a month, and as I sit here thinking of my life and my recent diagnosis I realize my whole life has been leading up to this point. A handful of pills, perhaps more to come, a lifetime of therapy in my future which I had succumbed to already, tracking my moods, learning my triggers, and watching my sleeping and eating patterns to be sure that I take care of myself properly. Some days I have to force myself to get out of bed because I simply want to melt into the bed and disappear. However, when you're a mother you don't get that option. I also know that I must force myself to get up, keep moving, make plans, and set goals or I will fall into that inevitable dark hole again. The dark hole I have clawed my way out of countless times, the hole that seems so comforting in ways but I also have the sense to know that it would end me. I know that as easy as it sounds to give in and give up; that darkness is not my friend and it will tear me apart limb by limb and piece by piece if I allow it to. My mental health is something I have struggled with since adolescence. You could blame it on childhood trauma, family history, or just a bad draw of the cards but it is something I live with every day. I've always felt that my brain was out to get me; perhaps, even trying to kill me. It has always felt like my brain is in a hurricane and the rest of my body is this crazy weatherman thinking she can somehow tame the storm like Jesus and that's what I've been trying to do my entire life, tame the storm. I beg, I cry, I pled, I pray, I hit my knees in desperation and sometimes yes, there is a relief but it is usually temporary. The storm always comes back. There are glimpses in my life where I am happy. There are things and people in my life that make me happy. There are things I'm passionate about such as writing for example and spreading awareness. Sometimes I get excited almost giddy about life and I make all these plans that I think will improve my life or make me happy. I try to cling to these plans when the darkness comes back. I cling to them as if they are my only lifeline. My only rope as I hang off the cliff of life. One day, I'll buy an RV and a Jeep, live in the mountains, or maybe travel all over the U.S.. I think a hot tub will make me happier so I might buy that, I think getting back with my ex will make me happy so I pursue him even though that is not a good idea, I think I need something and why should I deny myself of this happiness so I buy it or pursue it. I'll be fine for a little while, months even and then I get restless. I can't explain it other than to say that it's like an itch deep inside and suddenly I'm not fully happy and content with life and I need something to change. I need a change of scenery, an adventure, something...anything. The thing is though that nothing I do ever lasts to satisfy that itch. So yes, my moods are up and down and to be honest, I never know what I'm going to feel when I wake up. It's a surprise every day even for me. Why does having mental illness have such a stigma? I can't help this; can't control it. I didn't ask for it. I certainly don't want this storm in my mind but I'm learning more and more about myself every year. This year, just a couple of days ago, a psychiatrist told me that she thought I may have bipolar disorder type II. She told me to research it and form my own opinion and the more testimonials I look up the more the piece seems to fit into this complicated puzzle that is my brain. So, there it is. I have bipolar type II. Maybe now I can get some answers to how my brain truly functions and why it does what it does. That's truly all I've ever wanted... answers.
By Lindsey Altom18 days ago in Psyche