Depression is the number one disorder to take over a person's life, I didn’t allow it to take over mine. I became clinically depressed in the seventh grade, just as my emotions decided to take over. I was always the girl who valued her grades and planned for the future, but depression started to grasp me and keep me from pursuing my morals of a good education. When I noticed how low my grades would get, realization hit me like a brick to the face, I wasn't going to allow my depression to steal my dreams from me. The disorder we call depression killed my hope, left me crying constantly, but it made me push myself to get better grades and gives me opportunities for the future. Mental health disorders like depression often start when someone is in the Junior High, that happened to be my case. I had a completely happy childhood minus a few moments, but I never thought those few moments would start a chain reaction to me getting depression, anxiety, and Borderline Personality Disorder. I was probably eleven when I started to lock myself in my room all day and just sleep. I didn’t want to put any extra effort into my simple life which seemed complicated at the time. I never wanted to hang out with friends or go out to a movie with my family, sleeping seemed …show more content…
I didn’t understand my disorder, I only thought I was sad. Depression is more severe than sadness though, it literally ruins people’s lives. I didn’t let it ruin mine, and others should look at my experience as an example. Just because someone is depressed doesn’t mean their life should end right there. Push the monster that is known as depression to the side and fight to ensure your future will not fall apart because of the temporary sadness. You may feel like laying in bed and crying is the best option for life in the moment, but it really isn’t. Push yourself and you won’t regret it, showing depression up made me a stronger person and a prouder
Truth is, you can’t really predict the reaction your friends and family will have when you tell them “hey I have depression and it sucks” . There’s quite nothing like it, you gather them all in the same room or tell them individually and the reaction is the same. Popped surprised eyes, endless sighs, and the typical “ But you always seems so happy?”. Happy, right.
Depression is a silent killer. I remember waking up one morning to find my mother —a particularly tough woman—sitting at the edge of her bed, hair brush in one hand and an open palm in the other with a defeated, glazed, stare on her face. That sight scared the reasoning out of me. I did not know what was was wrong; I did not know what to do. I was scared.
There are many reasons I have chosen to enlighten my readers on severe clinical depression. Not to get pity for my actions and blatant disregard for others. I write for awareness because, so many people today need help and no one really knows how to help them. Often someone’s first cry for help is his or her last and I just don’t think that’s right.
To be sure a helpful way would be to do activities or something to keep yourself occupied for the rest of the day like doing something with friends or family. Another way is to try to exercise, yoga, meditation, mindfulness, and better nutrition for yourself. For instance, for a more advanced treatment to help overcome depression would be to find help earlier so you can prevent any difficulties for students in the near future. The interventions that could be in place is talking to friends or family about this issue, see a psychiatrist near you, or someone at your college
My Determinants of Health Biological Determinants • Genetic inheritance – my dad’s side of the family caries a very rear disease called Charcot-Marie-Tooth-Disease, this disease only presents in the males although is carried though the females. My dad presents with the disease and just recently underwent an operation to reconstructed his ankle in which had collapsed due to the disease, this disease has had a negative impact on my health as it extremely hard to watch your father go though excruciating pain, there is also a chance that I am a carrier for the disease which could have an impact on my health in the future. • Hormonal changes- hormonal changes have not dramatically impacted my health. • Body weight- my body weight has not affected
I have struggled with depression for as long as I can remember. When I look back to my childhood the only think that comes up is crying and taunting. Being an only child was difficult as there was no one to protect me from the endless comments about my appearance. This coupled with the fact that I am undocumented led me to hate myself, to the extent that I resorted to harming myself and even contemplating not being alive anymore. I developed an unhealthy view of myself and resorted to making myself puke after meals, to appease the taunting engrained in my mind.
My mother works in a pharmaceutical company, she has a big cupboard filled with bottles and bottles of prescription drugs. I taught myself how to tie a noose, and I would stare at the hook (for hanging flower pots) on the ceiling wondering what it would feel like to dangle from there. I suppose this could be diagnosed as "severe" depression, when I honestly considered committing suicide. Before you start making plans to pull me aside after class to talk to me, I realized that my little brother was less emotionally stable than I am, and that if I should go – there would be a good chance that he would follow. I could not do that to my beloved brother, nor to my parents who spoiled him rotten.
My depression initially began when my grandmother and uncle died within months of each other. At the time, I was working as an registered nurse, and was proud to say I had saved every patient under my watch. It devastated me to the point that I could not save my uncle from cancer and I could not save my grandmother from sepsis, although neither were my actual patients. Soon, I was deemed mentally unfit to practice nursing and had to go to counseling and take medications. It was ironic because I used to be the mental health registered nurse who encouraged patients to comply with medication regimens and even taught classes on medications and mental health disorders.
I became increasingly short-tempered and grew distant from a lot of my friends. I lost interest in school, maintaining friendships and most social activities. Quite frequently I would give into the depression and let it dictate my mood for days on end. I often thought about dropping out and just staying at home so I wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed. During this time I felt the most depressed and isolated and it would occasionally lead to self-harm.
In the past, when I suffered from depression, I was prescribed medication but that only made it worse. I decided to give my situation and circumstances to God and have faith that through Him I can overcome anything. I have come a long way since being dismissed from school back in February 2017. I intend on prioritizing my day to day activities and have included a study plan based on that. Since the school week begins on Wednesday I have created a plan starting from that day.
Last year my life changed drastically. I had been diagnosed with anxiety and depression. My family thought it was average teen crankiness because I told them that I wasn't getting much sleep. It had been much worse than lack of sleep, my mind was racing with thoughts of self-harm. I thought at one time I had hit rock bottom and was going to kill myself.
I believed it was time. I had known that I couldn 't keep it a secret for long. Whether I like it or not the truth have to be known world situation would turn for the worse. I had to tell my mom how I felt every day, regardless of whether it was a good day or bad. I wanted to see the therapist and figure out what I could do with my depression.
Depression helped me see the rays of sunshine in my life. When I was in the 6th grade I felt down in a way that I hadn 't before. Sure there were times when I was upset because my best friend couldn 't hang out with me or the boy I had a crush on treated me like just his friend. But this was different, I felt slow, I felt like everything was moving at half the speed as normal and I didn 't know how to react.
If anyone looked at me they would think I am an ordinary college student. I wake up every morning wishing to get a couple more seconds of sleep. I make my way to school I listen, I learn, I make my way back home and I study, or depending on the day I go to work. Some days are as simple and relaxing as these, but some are not.