September is National Suicide Prevention Month, and throughout the last few weeks, Instagram has become flooded with empowering survival stories, raising social awareness on the illness. A new hashtag, #faceofdepression, is adding an essential layer of depth to the public conversation about hidden depression symptoms, and it's one we just can't ignore.
What do depressed people look like? What does someone with suicidal thoughts appear? What does depression feels like? Of course, many of us would probably picture a crumpled-up, crying shell of a person on a bathroom floor. However, the reality that #faceofdepression is trying to explain is that people who are struggling with feeling depressed often hide it in their everyday lives - meaning that they look like just about any other person you'd pass on the street.
One of the most touching contributions to the campaign was a video shared by Talinda Bentley, widow of Linkin Park singer Chester Bennington, showing him laughing and smiling just 36 hours before his tragic suicide. Don't take everything at 'face' value. If you think or know someone is showing the signs of depression, ask the hard questions before it's too late.
The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is available 24/7 if you or someone you know needs urgent treatment of depression. Call 1-800-273-8255 or go to their official website to live chat with a counselor.
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This is really powerful! I'm a nurse and I pinned this to my nursing board so I can show my fellow nurses. Thank you for sharing your story, just by ready this I know that the world would not be as bright without you in it ❤
Chester Bennington's suicide hit me incredibly hard. Whenever I was going through dark phases or sad times, I've always turned to Linkin Park music to get me through it. His raw intensity made me feel like someone understands darkness, and that I have someone to turn to. For many of his fans, his suicide has left a void that will not be filled anytime soon. I thank his bandmates for their heartfelt tribute. Their message was spot-on.
You can't tell can you? You can't tell by the look in my eyes or the sound of my voice even. You're thinking "You're smiling though!"
Yes. Yes, I am smiling. I smiled for you. I smiled so I don't make you feel bad. I don't want you to feel like I do. I also don't want you to feel like there is something you can do to make me "feel better".
There isn't anything anyone can do. I have to work through it on my own. The worst part is that this bout snuck up on me. I recognize the familiarity of it all though.
Empty
Lonely
Heavy
Tired
So tired
Everything is loud
Everything is annoying
I have no patience
I want to be left alone
I want to stay in bed
I don't want to work out
I want to eat everything without cooking anything
The best part is that I haven't felt like this in a very long time AND that I recognize it for what is. I'm the one who bakes and does crafts. You see that on the outside but you don't see the darkness inside.
For those that are also suffering....PLEASE SEEK HELP. Treatment is different for each person. Do what is best for you. I'm doing what works for me while I get back to Monique. So for now - I smile, and let people know I'm struggling.
THIS! She describes it so well... "The worst part is that this bout snuck up on me. I recognize the familiarity of it all though. Empty Lonely Heavy Tired So tired Everything is loud Everything is annoying I have no patience I want to be left alone I want to stay in bed I don't want to work out I want to eat everything without cooking anything "
My daughter as well. The night before she ended up in the hospital they went to the daddy daughter dance and had an amazing time. Thankfully she's still alive today and learning to beat her illness. She was 8 at the time
Mercy. Hurts to look at her, hurts to learn how young she was, I hope things are better.
This is my son , right before going to his computer to look up how to properly hang himself. Two days later he followed through.
I am so sorry :( I could not imagine the loss of a child this way. I have 4 teenagers. My heart is breaking for your family.
This is depression in our home. I tried to hang myself in my attic when the board broke and I broke thru the ceiling alerting my family. I fight every day. My husband tries his best but can't break through. I don't understand it. I don't know why I can't get rid of it. I have a wonderful family. I feel selfish, lost, sick and angry at myself. My brain has always been a little scrambled and I've fought just to make it thru school, I can't keep a job. I can't stay in task long enough or I take too long. I leave before I get fired. It's hard to feel worthless and I hate feeling like a burden to my family. I have so much pain inside. I'm in therapy I have meds. All I know is even though I feel like suicide would make life easier for my family, I also feel like if I could just get my head fixed and could be someone worthy, I really would like to stay around. I have been trying for so long I don't know if it's gonna happen for me. Today I am here. We will see how tomorrow goes tomorrow. I take it day for day and some times hour by hour. Sometimes i think If I can get through one more hour I'll go to bed and I'll sleep til tomorrow and see how it goes. Today has been ok. I'm trying to find something good today to give hope for tomorrow. Today I try.
Not just hour by hour honey... minute by minute, second by second!! I've been there... Take care xx
My #faceofdepression and yes it is possible to be depressed with a child.
Hearing, "You don't have a reason to be depressed with her around" doesn't do shit but make me feel worse about myself
Being told, "All you need is exercise and a good diet" just makes me want to throat punch you even though you're coming from a good place
Depression keeps you from doing things you want to do because it's literally a chemical imbalance in your brain.
yes ,been there, well meaning people saying utterly stupid things. I hate " We've all been there" They are trying to make us feel they understand but succeed only in showing how little they understand. No you havn't been there - you have NO idea. Your daughter is adorable ,you are doing a great and brave job as her Mum. I pray you find something that will ease your pain and make your smile real on the inside too
This is my boyfriend two weeks before hanging himself. Will never understand it...
This is what depression looked like not long before we lost our beloved Luke. Depression is a SERIOUS illness. Don't dismiss people who are hurting.
Depression is like a worm, crawling under your skin and eating your flesh without anybody noticing. Because no one cares about what's inside of you. And everybody overreacts when something's seeable. But when "something" is noticeable is when you need people not to see, then you smile, every time for no reason, so they won't ask what you don't want to talk about. Because no matter what, when and whoever pretends to be here for you, everything looks fake, sounds wrong, and it hurts to realize how much you suck at life. And someday, it becomes too painful, you want to run away but everything's the same wherever you go. This is at that point that "suicide", "silence" and "darkness" start to look sweet, inspiring, necessary. Depression is a worm that deforms reality and makes "freedom" and "peace" rhyme with "death". I feel sorry for y'all, I wish your beloveds could have found a better way to relieve themselves from this pain.
Bipolar disorder here,(with a heavy emphasis on the depression side)...I get up, put on a full face of makeup, wear a fun dress, all while struggling with depression, anxiety and sometimes suicidal thoughts..
Currently at the doctor seeking help, most have no idea what I'm going through and that I cry in the shower or in the car on my way home from work or can't sleep at night because of panic attacks
Major Depression & PPD here. 3 weeks pp with #2 & going to the doctor is helping. Most times I feel like I'm drowning but last couple of days it's been easier. Sometimes just talking about it can be cathartic. PLEASE seek help if you need it. It's not failure. Sometimes you just need a little more time to get your shit together and that's ok, because being a functional parent is hard fucking work.
You need to take care of you to be the best parent you can. I'm glad you're finding talk therapy helping. You got this :)
I get you; I struggle with feeling like a failure every time I need to go back on medication.
The face of depression. Sometimes it looks optimistic. Sometimes it doesn't. And having a smart, beautiful child doesn't mean those feelings don't exist or that they're not valid. She loves me on my good days and my bad days.
I identify with this so much. Even on the bad days I find a reason to go on in my daughter. Because she just sees her mom, not the depression.
I suffer from fybromyalgia, arthritis and anxiety. The years have been a struggle.
You are so beautiful! Love your eyes, definitely a caring emotional person in there :)
People need you, and love you, I promise. Even while crying, in bed, red wine or whatever ;)
I know it won't help you, but you are a very beuatiful woman! I love your eyes.
When people think about depression, they tend to have a very specific idea of how it manifests itself. I'm in the middle of a very real depressive episode and here I am at work with my plants and headphones
I have been struggling with depression and anxiety for years and years. I started experiencing symptoms around 12 and wasn't diagnosed or treated until I was 25. (Early on docs told me I didn't seem depressed.) Once my kiddo was born, my postpartum depression fused with my everyday depression and I almost lost it. It was my dream to be a happy SAHP, and even though I stayed home for over a year, I felt worse and worse every day. It took all of my energy to make sure my baby was taken care of. I developed severe sleep apnea, gained a lot of weight, and couldn't function outside of my parental duties.
Depressed since high'school, drop'out, one suicide attempt, severely agoraphobic. In my country having a mental illness means that "Your parents didn't beat you enough", or, "Your husband should throw you out of the house, maybe then you'll get a job". So I learned to smile even in my worst days.
It's not just your country, middle-and-east europe still has room for improvement in the field of mental illnesses. I hope you have more good days than bad and wish you strength to get to the good ones!
Me, Two Days After A Failed Suicide Attempt. People Don’t “Look” Depressed, Because Depression Isn’t A Facial Expression.
Stuck in a panic attack, yes, that's sweat running down my Face. Battling for 15 years now, the fearless good times in between two bad phases are the reason I'm still fighting. Nevertheless I'm tired to explain what a panic attack feels like or what the reasons are I'm suffering from this disease. It's not my fault and I don't want to feel guilty anymore.
GAD and depression for probably two decades. My childhood nickname was "smiley". My positive attitude gets remarked on often. My brain still fires weird regardless.
I have suffered from depression for more than 2 thirds of my life. Think about that. Most of my life has been in pain and misery. Most of my life has been spent fighting my demons of suicidal ideation and convincing myself to stay, to keep fighting. There are days, even now, that I can draft my goodbye note in my head. There are days I can almost convince myself that my son and my family could be better off without me. Yet, this is no way makes me an unfit mother. One thing I never fail at for my son is loving him. Showing him he is loved. I know some of you say "you shouldn't have children if you are mentally ill" and to you I say: Eat a bag of dicks. My son saved my life. My son saves my life every day. I will not keep from him that I am sick when he is old enough to understand. I'd rather he see me battle my mind, than think even a fraction of my pain was caused by him.
Got diagnosed with borderline a few months ago. Hard to hear but all fell into place. The depressions are hard, very hard. Thankfully i've been diagnosed, got a great counselor and am attending group-therapy. Keep strong everyone and thank you all for sharing your stories.
Two months after attempting suicide - while I was considering trying again daily. Everyone who meets me and who I tell I have depression say: 'You don't seem the type!' There is no type.
The last images we have of my eldest son's father. Mother's day 2012. We felt he was making improvements, but Jesse completed suicide June 12, 2012.
About three hours before a massive panic attack that ultimately ended in self harm.
I never feel normal, accepted or accepted. I struggle always. I'm thankful for my support.
Dude, you cool, you remind me of the singer Banks visually. Be strong!
The guy in red was my dad, less than 2 months before he took his life. He was 60 years old. He told us as kids that he had to talk himself out of suicide every day. He succeeded, but not without letting every one of his loved ones know how much he loved us. I miss him terribly, he will never get to meet my kids or walk me down the isle.
Taken few days ago... Face of depression, anxiety, ednos, bpd and suicidal thoughts. I'm ashmed
Depressed for years, nobody noticed till last year, it’s amazing how depression can hide.
Decided to get out of bed for the first time in months to look nice for a picture.
Scarlet Johannson is that you? (Don't know if I spelt her name correctly) you do remind me of her but I hope you can fight through this tough time I'm struggling atm
This is what depression and anxiety looks like. I was in a bad place. I am fine now, but sometimes it comes back, and I hate it. Luckily I have got a support system around me that helps me through when out gets bad. But most people would never have guess when I struggle!
"Depression? But you're young and smart" they say. And here I am with 11 suicide attempts.
you are very pretty! I want to grow up and be as pretty as you and maybe my moms.It will all be okay
Anxiety and depression for many years, I put a mask on I guess at times and try to make out I'm the fun, smiling happy one, but what goes on inside is darker at times. Worry so much about things, its like the end of the world when changes happen. I get paniced by things, angry and distant or I breakdown and cry. Its not only mental but physical too, ibs and stress symptoms that make me feel weak and tired. My artistic part of my brain does help break things up time to time, a way of expressing something that I cant feel. I wish at times I could eventually feel more in control, but then I'd be scared of that feeling.
#facesofdepression You Would Not Know When I Go Out Into The World What I'm Fearing Inside. It's My Anxiety That Causes Depression And Sometimes That's Taken For Laziness Or An Unabitious Work Habit. It's Anything But That. It's Pure Fear That Leads To Depression That I Haven't Accomplished My Goals Or Raised My Son Right Etc Etc. I Can And Will Overcome This.
A day on the beach with my beautiful family. All the time hiding deep suicidal thoughts. Men are not allowed to be depressed. Two overdoses, hours of researching ways to die, even planning a trip to Dignitas to take the pressure off my family.
I noticed on this that most of the men that are shown here actually committed suicide. It is awful man. Men don't seem to open up like women. They don't display their emotions like them. They just do the terrible deed and that is just that. It is brave of you to admit your struggle. The darkness will pass in time but it is a wait and the struggle can be like making it through a nightmare, but it will end.
My beautiful handsome baby boy Haiden ♥ suffered with anxiety and decided to leave my world :-( this was his smiling face always even the night before. Age 19 forever in my heart 💕 fly high with the angels my beautiful handsome son Haiden Meare 18.10.1997 - 06.07.2017 💕 🌟 ♥ ✨ XxxxxX Love Mum XxxxxxxxxxxX
"You're too pretty to be thinking about suicide. What about everyone who loves you? Don't let the devil blah blah blah" Bipolar, weighing heavily on the depression side, along with anxiety. Cocktail 🍸
20+ years of depression and GAD. Meds saved me, but I've always had a plan and a note.
Most of the time, I can hide my depression well. Here lately, not so much...
You're one of the most beautiful persons that I've ever seen, you look like a fairy. Please, I struggle too, I know how it's like, so stay strong!
This is my beautiful popular hilarious son, weeks before he killed. The whole town was stunned. Never give up helping your child .
Just because you can't see depression it doesn't mean it's not there!
This is the face of depression - Chinese, CA resident, early 30’s, has a large happy dog, holds a master degree and works as a dept head for a billion dollar tech company. This is the face of depression- smiling ear to ear in Bali on a meditation retreat. I went to Bali to die, simple as that. It’s a beautiful place and i just wanted to quietly slip away. I didn’t want to say goodbye, I didn’t want my friends and family to find my body, I didn’t want to make any noise... I simply just wanted to disappear. The face of depression is never going to be what you think it looks like.
There's no words to express how I feel sometimes. There's no a single thought, sound or breath of air I can muster that could ever explain how I feel when I am low. Of many attempts on my own life, I've not been successful yet. I say "yet", with hopes that it will never happen. Sometimes, it becomes so unbearable. I have to fight myself to keep from fading to black. Talking about my issues never helped, I've talked until my jaw hurt. Neither being around my favorite people, enjoying my favorite food or drinks, nor when I'm in the middle of a hobby I'm enjoying. When those times come, I have total loss of control of my emotions. My mind doesn't stop, memories flow from the darkest parts of my mind, and flood the foreground of my current thoughts. Whatever joy I have in my mind gets completely overrun by the shadows of my mind, and the storm begins. The thoughts race like lightning, and my tears fall like crashing thunder. Some storms aren't so bad, but some completely destroy me...
This is a face of someone that has battle GAD and severe panic disorder. It started at 4 with panic attacks in certain situations. I would shut down and turn inward almost paralyzed with the feeling I was having. But I never told anyone... Through middle school and early high school I battled depression. I would cry every night before bed and then as I got older I turned the sadness to anger. By 19 I had been in a abusive relationship. The panic attacks that I once remembered as a child came back. I barely left the apartment because I tended to get them more if I left the house... I moved home because I couldn't hold a job because of the panic attacks. At 21 all I could do is sleep and if not,I was having a panic attack.I admitted myself into a Psych. hospital and was diagnosed. It has got better over the years. I'm able to cope better or know when I need a change of medication.I do relapse sometimes and still don't leave the house much. But I try to stay optimistic.
It’s more “manageable “ now, but some days it is a struggle to get out of bed.
The nights are the worse..The weekends too..And at any given time in an ordinary day....I hate my life and all the meds.
Smile on outside broken inside
Depression has no one look, who are you? Is a tough question for me, the person I am when I wake up and when I go to bed is much different than the person I am when I cake makeup on my face. I am happy on camera but am dying inside. Wish people knew, but it's a critics world and I am my worst enemy. Depression runs my life and no one ever has a clue, my smile and charm hide my true self. We all have our masks. Depression comes in many forms. Staying strong one day at a time. We can beat this together.
Danielle hogan 16 yrs suicide by hanging
Top Left: I felt better than I have in a long time. I "look" depressed, but just was mostly just playing up the dark outfit I was wearing. Yes, depression was lurking...but that was a good day. Bottom Left: I couldn't make myself smile and was taking a picture to make my recent inexplicable burst of tears wasn't completely visible. Right: One of the harder days. I tend to put more effort into my appearance when I'm doing really well or really terribly...more effort to cover it up and hopefully trick my brain and those around me into believing that I'm happy. I smile more. Tell me again which one is the face of depression.
My faces of depression and suicidal thoughts (as well as gad, bpd, cptsd, etc) vary quite a bit. Sometimes I try to hide/combat it by smiling, making faces, using snapchat, etc. Sometimes I am too overwhelmed to hide it and sometimes I'm tired of feeling like I have to. There needs to be a lot more understanding and awareness of mental illness.
I had all that as well. My meds would never work. I had a certain problem with them making it to my brain. They found EnLyte and my pills worked. And I even was able to get off some of them! Hang in there!
This is major depression and major anxiety.
5th grade I attempted to kill myself. I won’t go into the details, and it’s obvious I lived. I was in counseling in 4th grade while my legal father (disowned) tried to prove my mom did something that he obviously imagined. As living with him grew worse, so did my mental health. I was pulled from counseling when it was obvious I wasn’t okay. It was brushed off. For years afterward, I had some huge issues with Myself and had a lot of breakdowns. Anxiety came as a symptom, I think, of it. The anxiety is now my main issue, but when it flares, it can bring me down pretty far. I experienced my first panic attack Halloween of Junior year. A memory came back from living with my legal father. I smile, I make terrible puns, I love my puppies - animals in general, and am working towards a career. I’m also human, and so these things happen.
It's a struggle to feel worthy in this world. Twice, at my lowest points, I tried suicide. Thankfully, I had a very understanding doctor (General Practitioner) who took the time to sit and talk with me, and really LISTEN. He started me on medications, and now I am still taking them... I guess for a lifetime. Every time I "feel better" and think I don't need them anymore, I relapse into a state of "a black cloud hanging over me". Sometimes I think I don't have control over my own brain. Depression is a mental illness that affects ALL AGES, and needs to be recognized and not stigmatized.
My depressed face 1 week before overdosing on meds! Woke up in hospital. Still fighting my illness everyday.
This is me after 2 hours of sleep…wouldn’t think that I guess? I’ve been struggeling with depression and suicidal thoughts for 15 years+, I always try to smile not to show how I really feel…
I think about suicide, but I don't want to tell anyone because I think I will go to jail for being suicidal. I know I have kids and I know I can beat this disease but the thoughts are always there.
Keep the good fight and let those thoughts fade away whenever they come by.
Even though I am screaming inside, I have become a pro at portraying that I am perfectly fine.
Two friends of mine worked on this picture. It really spoke to me. Green represents healing. There IS hope!
This is me. I have ptsd, depression, panic disorder and whatever else. This was taken maybe two hours before i almost attempted taking my life at my college. I had everything i would need and the thought wouldn't stop. The only reason i didn't follow through was i received a text from my friend telling me that she was excited to see me tomorrow. Little things like thaf can change someones life.
I've been suffering from depression since I was 14 years old. I was not treated nor diagnosed because my parents and everyone around me thought I was ok although I was clearly not. I attempted to take my life many times. Fast forward to the present day, I am diagnosed with a type of bipolar disorder and mild OCD and suffer from severe anxiety and panic attacks. I was on medication for one year (Depakine Chrono,Zoloft,Xanax) and they helped me. During summer I had a major manic episode which led me to an urgent hospitalization in a mental clinic. The first picture is taken after I was given many sedatives and had a depressive episode. Here I'm lying crying on my bed in the clinic. The second picture was taken a month after I was out and I was ready to drink my problems and pain away. What hurts me is that even when I was lying there, totally succumbed to my illness, my mother, nobody thought my pain was real. "It's all in your head, stop taking pills and get out of here". Mental disord
This is my first post even though I've read BP for aaages. I actually recognized an old friend on here and was inspired to post for the first time. I don't think anyone would guess that I have depression, anxiety and have had serious suicidal thoughts. I came close to acting on them but I got help just in time. When I was 17 I thought it was just a blip and a reaction to events at the time and that the depression would go away. Over the years I've learnt that it never goes away. It just gets quieter and quieter but its always somewhere there in the background. I agree with so many of the previous threads. I don't think other people really understand it. You can be smiling and be depressed. They see the image we want them to see.
I haven't tried to harm myself since I have my kids
I am the young man holding the blue cup with crossed leg. Beside of me, in glasses with fingers snapping, is my best friend from uni. Life was in many ways at the highest it ever was at a world renowned top university with actual friends and faculty who still love me. But after growing up poor in a sexually and physically abusive rural home, my body remembers wounds that I'd rather will myself out of. Due to zero support at the time, I was not able to address severe depression. I have attempted multiple times and have even been considered treatment resistant. Everyday is a battle from hell, with suicidal thoughts and paralyzing panic attacks at work or even on a dinner date with my partner. For whatever reason, I am still breathing. Not happy at all but I am working and breathing...I wish us all healing and light.
2 weeks after a time in which I was treated worse than ever in my life due to xenophobia, I wrote a hateful letter cursing my family and sat for some ten hours in front of two glasses of wine and two grammes of propanolol. I was very close. I went out for a breath of air to agonise over how much I would hurt someone in particular by leaving, and how much I would hurt myself by staying. That was long enough for some random woman to drink all my wine. The next afternoon I was in the hospital due to an unexplained seizure.
I am so happy to let the whole word know how this powerful spell caster saved my marriage.Everything was going down the drain as my husband can not stop cheating on me with other women. It became used to always heating on me. I tried to make him stop, but I couldn't help the situation, the more I tried, the harder it becomes. At times we will fight and go apart for some months and we will come back again just because of our kids. One day a friend told me about this spell caster who helped her too, his name is Dr.usman, she said he uses white magic spells to solve spiritual problems. I decided to give it a try, I contacted him and he told me it will take just 72 hurs and I will see great changes in my husband. He actually cast a spell, believe me after 72 hurs of the spell, my husband was confessing different names of woman he has slept with. He begged for forgiveness and never to try it again. From that day till now, my mind is at rest. My husband dislike every other women on earth exc
I suffer from depression, panic attacks and anxiety disorder. I've been suicidal most of my life. My first attempt was at age 14 and I got sent away for awhile. I had a major breakdown at age 23, then again at 33. I don't even remember not thinking about dying in all honesty, its something I've always carried around with me. I remember a friend of mine checked herself into Silver Hill because she had thought about it, I was frankly astounded: I have thoughts ALL THE TIME!! I always shared this with my beloved Grandmother, she wasn't depressed but accepted suicide as an option, idk, its vague now but for whatever reason, as a child I accepted it was okay. Ironaically, when she died a few years ago, she took my suicidality away and now I don't want to die. However, with all the stuff that's been happening, I tried again a month ago and wound up in the psych ward. This was a day I woke up hopeful, put on makeup and later contemplated driving into a tree. Its been unbearable lately.
Depression is like lightning... if you get stuck with it, you're forever stuck with the aftermath. Sure, there are precautions to prevent most but overall it's chance. I tried to end my life 3 times in 4 years, and I struggle with self-harm, PTSD and depression. I'm in college, and it's still surprising to find myself here.
Hi there. I feel like I am struggling with this too but idk. I tried to hint to my mother a few times but she tells me that I'm 'not like that'. She says that everyone goes through the same things as I do. She says that because of how I portray myself. Happy, bubbly, quirky. But she doesn't know what I think at night, or when I cross the road. She doesn't know what I think about when I go to bed at night. She doesn't know that I am struggling. I am so so stressed, but unmotivated. I do art, but I don't even like it anymore. I still love it, but I just want it all to stop. I just want it all to stop so that I can breathe. Just for a little while. I really do hope you find a loving community, if you can't, you can find me on my Instagram if you wanna talk :) : @brend.duhhh.draws
Me i fight with depression, anxienty, agoraphobie and panic attack more than 10 years. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. At time i feel myself better. But my mental disorder has returned. It's my life. I am still alive. More part of my friends doesn't know about my mental ilness. They thinks i am ok, becouse i don't show my bad conditions to the public. I am crying alone. And i dont know i will win or not. Just fight.
I'm so sorry for your loss. Your post inspired me. I truly wanted to give your son a voice. I hope this doesn't upset. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cNjUO8_Vuw
hi my name is sue this year I took an over dose five times yes lucky to be here.The fight every day to stay here is so hard I hate being like this but its not going to go away its a battle every day every moment I really do try hard to keep it together.Mornings are hard its all timing I have to jump up as soon as I wake up no thinking just get up but the feeling is always there right beside right there so dark so very dark .I do put on such a good act you do not really know me as I wont let a lot of people in .I put my make up on and get dressed and smile and hold my head high.. That feeling even comes out with me we are stuck together and its took its toll on me many times as some people close to me can tell now ''The reason why close friend can tell now they stayed with me on my bad days as well as my good days I really thank my sister Toni, Alison, and another close friend thank you for being so understand and never giving up on me .life is going to be hard I want to stay
This Is Me. Just A Girl Who Likes To Talk, Have Fun And Smile. People See Me As An Energetic, Happy One. But Actually I’m Depressed For A Last Few Years. They Say, ‘You Are Young’ Or ‘Oh You Gotta Be Kidding’. But Deep Inside I Always Battling With Myself. I Harmed Myself A Lot. I Cried A Lot. I’ve Been Quite For Long. I’ve Been Broken. I Was Everything You Imagined. I Feel Empty. All The Time. And Then I Feel Anger. Hate. Then Love, Peace. I Can’t Understand Myself. And The Horrible Thing Is, There’s No One To Help. I Didn’t Find A Good Doctor. And A Good Talker. I Left Everyone. I Hurted Them. And I Loved Them. Everyday Is Different Than The Other. I Can’t Sleep. I Can’t Stop Thinking About Hurtful Things. Someday, No Tears. Someday, I Enjoy The Blood From My Veins… I Don’t Know What To Do. But I’m Still Living. I Hate My Hair, My Face, My Skin, My Body. But I’m Still Living With These. I’m Ashamed Of My Thoughts. And I Don’t Know What’ll Happen Soon. But I Hope I’ll Feel Better. And
From: Catherine RoweWednesday, August 24, 2016 Sifting through the memories, the good I try to keep you came into this world and kept me from my sleep kept telling you were special, why did you not hear? and now I have to wait to once again to hold you near, I cry every day Jamie and hold you to my heart I pray Jamie, the Lord will reunite us, never more to part. Love you forever Son, gone and never forgotten.
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my wife struggle with that for so many time and even after spend one month in psych ward still waiting to get so therapy. it's hard to see in what state she is and harder for me to realise i can't do more to help her. Since it's take a toll to me as well. she often criticise the fact that i didn't talk much of my hard day, but how can i even whining about my day when she can't even get out of bed. I try the best i can to make her happy to be supportive to do the much i can and even then i felt guilty of not doing enough. It's hard but each time i saw i smile at me it's Worth all the effort i put in. People must not forget that even if they feel alone they're not.
She is lucky to have you . I have depression but also have lived with depressed people. Both are hard. You are doing all you can and trying to understand and not walking away .Bless you both. I really hope she gets helpful therapy soon.
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Whoever downvoted you is a d**k. I completely understand what you are going through though. My parents refused to believe I actually had depression until I went to a counselor in college one day and told her I wanted to die. Even then, my dad thought I just wanted to quit school. Listen, please know you are not alone and that you do not have to fight alone. There are so many resources including apps that offer a safe place for you to just talk without judgment or whatever may be on your mind. I am in no way religious, but the app "The Hope Line" actually saved my life once. Just do your research and continue fighting the good fight. You've got this!
Load More Replies...I have been dealing with depression and anxiety attacks for over 10 years and got medicated for it twice so far. It wasn't easy to come forward because I felt it was my fault, something was wrong with me for feeling that way, but I was so broken down that I didn't care if lived or not, and that was alarming even for my depressed mind. Didn't have thoughts of ending my life, but I sure wouldn't have minded if I went to bed and didn't wake up the next morning. I chose to seek help, I was so tired of being tired all the time, catatonic, angry, worried, irrational, have no energy or finding joy in anything. The meds alone weren't enough, so I went to a therapist as well. This is a stigma that needs to end for the sake of us all. It's an illness like any other illness, the fact that you can't see it all the time doesn't make it less dangerous. I hope everyone who's dealing with this can find their strength to ask for help - I promise you that you matter and people care about you <3
I'm glad the help you got actually seemed to have helped you. I've been to therapy many times, with a few different doctors, and tried a few meds a few times, nothing ever really helped me. I admit I'm somehow much better today than years ago, mostly thanks to a few friends, my dog, and focusing on things like work, but I can't see myself ever not being anxious and depressed. I hardly ever actually enjoy anything, I just don't feel anything anymore. I got a lot better at reacting and hiding the problem, but the feelings didn't really change much from back them - I'm just changing from the cliché depressed to these people in the photos that hide it well.
Load More Replies...my wife struggle with that for so many time and even after spend one month in psych ward still waiting to get so therapy. it's hard to see in what state she is and harder for me to realise i can't do more to help her. Since it's take a toll to me as well. she often criticise the fact that i didn't talk much of my hard day, but how can i even whining about my day when she can't even get out of bed. I try the best i can to make her happy to be supportive to do the much i can and even then i felt guilty of not doing enough. It's hard but each time i saw i smile at me it's Worth all the effort i put in. People must not forget that even if they feel alone they're not.
She is lucky to have you . I have depression but also have lived with depressed people. Both are hard. You are doing all you can and trying to understand and not walking away .Bless you both. I really hope she gets helpful therapy soon.
Load More Replies...This hits me hard, I'm a Sophomore in high school and I've been depressed since 6th grade.... nobody knew until last year, and it took a crappy outpatient hospital program for my parents to see
Whoever downvoted you is a d**k. I completely understand what you are going through though. My parents refused to believe I actually had depression until I went to a counselor in college one day and told her I wanted to die. Even then, my dad thought I just wanted to quit school. Listen, please know you are not alone and that you do not have to fight alone. There are so many resources including apps that offer a safe place for you to just talk without judgment or whatever may be on your mind. I am in no way religious, but the app "The Hope Line" actually saved my life once. Just do your research and continue fighting the good fight. You've got this!
Load More Replies...I have been dealing with depression and anxiety attacks for over 10 years and got medicated for it twice so far. It wasn't easy to come forward because I felt it was my fault, something was wrong with me for feeling that way, but I was so broken down that I didn't care if lived or not, and that was alarming even for my depressed mind. Didn't have thoughts of ending my life, but I sure wouldn't have minded if I went to bed and didn't wake up the next morning. I chose to seek help, I was so tired of being tired all the time, catatonic, angry, worried, irrational, have no energy or finding joy in anything. The meds alone weren't enough, so I went to a therapist as well. This is a stigma that needs to end for the sake of us all. It's an illness like any other illness, the fact that you can't see it all the time doesn't make it less dangerous. I hope everyone who's dealing with this can find their strength to ask for help - I promise you that you matter and people care about you <3
I'm glad the help you got actually seemed to have helped you. I've been to therapy many times, with a few different doctors, and tried a few meds a few times, nothing ever really helped me. I admit I'm somehow much better today than years ago, mostly thanks to a few friends, my dog, and focusing on things like work, but I can't see myself ever not being anxious and depressed. I hardly ever actually enjoy anything, I just don't feel anything anymore. I got a lot better at reacting and hiding the problem, but the feelings didn't really change much from back them - I'm just changing from the cliché depressed to these people in the photos that hide it well.
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