Dear whoever might see me cry in the morning, If you see me wake up and burst into tears out of the blue, don’t be quick to make assumptions and judge me. Please don’t freak out either. I’m not having a panic attack, my panic attacks don’t hit me like that. I wake up and
You were not alone. To the girl who felt depressed on Valentine’s day: Trust me when I say this, you were not alone. I know you think that you are the only one who was alone, but there are so many others like you, who were waiting for the discount chocolate to come out on
There we were again, what seemed as the kickstart of the new year to many, it was yet again the dawn of another year of seemingly unending unemployment and depression. It was five years straight with no form of employment nor a response to my thirty-plus job applications. At this point, It had long sunk
I left Twitter on January 1st. Yet, I am addicted. I’ve been on Twitter for over 10 years. I’ve met a ton of great people on there. And up until recently, it’s been fun! It was often the first thing I checked in the morning and the last thing I checked at night. It was
It’s true when they say pains that don’t get discussed aren’t perceived as important or even real to the rest of the world. “You’re scaring me,” my sister said quietly as I sobbed into the phone. Her voice was steady, unlike mine. It was September 2017 — not the first time I’d called her during one of
It’s the Home Alone sequel you never asked for. 1. Structure is a blessing. After you graduate, you realise all those lectures you skipped because you were too busy nursing a hangover were a goddamn gift. Aside from the whole “education” thing, university gave you structure. The loss of a timetable, coupled with depression, royally screwed me. I
The following story is an interview between an anonymous young graduate and a mental health counselor. “For me, leaving university was a bittersweet experience”, an anonymous young person, who graduated last year, explains. “It very quickly went from being celebrated and recognized [for my achievements], to being thrown into a large pot of pressures. I
When I was a teen, I hid my depression from everyone. I was that girl who concealed her sad feelings. Sad feelings that I only realized were due to an actual depression when I went to college and studied youth depression. I’m sharing my story: My Road to Youth Depression When I was a teenager, my
Depression can be a very lonely and isolating illness. Getting support from others can help keep us going. However, it can be hard to know when to reach out for help, and how to go about asking for it. In this post we offer some advice about reaching out. When To Reach Out The NHS say that it’s
February 7, 2017. 22:49h. Hurlingham, Nairobi. I have just dropped a young lady off at “The Hood” when the request comes through. An unwanted request because I wanted to go home after dropping this client off. Before I go too far, let me dispense with the introductions. My name is Daniel and I am an
