How Scary Is Depression Really

The hardest and most difficult thing about the disease of depression is that it is not understood at all. How Scary Depression Really Is is something that I bring to you in the hope that it will help you.

About depression. It is the hardest and most difficult is, completely not be understood one of my old classmates, he is the kind of super chatter, you mention any topic to him, from breastfeeding to Shenzhou VII to the model of the jumping eggs, he can gabble on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on with you for most of the day.

Once when we were in the dormitory, he talked about the whole process of AV production, including the production of a certain kind of body fluid with milk and honey in a certain proportion, he talked especially high, the kind of happy mood infected a lot of people. Such a lively and cheerful person, he also got depressed. It was completely sudden and without warning.

He suddenly couldn't take an interest in anything. His favorite game, he didn't love to play. He loves to go to karaoke, but he doesn't want to go to karaoke when others ask him to. His favorite girl to find him chatting, said ? I'm so free today? Ah, he did not even want to say huh, do not want to reply at all.

This is impossible in the past, before he listened to each other so that, long ago, he snapped a list of the evening's multiple dining entertainment plan program for her to choose. What's scary is that he used to have a superb memory; he was like Jung Bong from Please Answer 1988, extraordinarily knowledgeable. We went to the nature museum together, and he could tell the entire history of earth's evolution without any mistakes, more detailed and to the point than the museum's narration. But his memory suddenly started to fail and he couldn't remember anything. He would listen to what his boss told him and then forget it a minute later. He would suddenly fall asleep during meetings, and then suddenly wake up again.

At this point, he would be very frightened, do not know how long he fell asleep, do not know in their own sleep, missed something. He went to the hospital for diagnosis, only to realize that it was moderate depression, the most painful thing during that time was that everyone around him did not understand him, think he? fussing and moaning about nothing? There are also many people take his illness as a joke, once he said he had depression, the other party was happy, ? Depression? Hahahahaha, you don't blind JB bullshit, your kind of douchebag can get depressed, that the world has no normal people!

Over time, he was afraid to talk about his condition because no one would take it seriously. He fought with depression for almost 10 years, during which time, several girlfriends broke up with him, and they were most unable to accept that you are with me, but also depressed what? You don't love me, do you? They also had no way to understand the changes in his mood, no way to forgive him for forgetting what they said.

The hardest and most difficult thing about the disease of depression is that it is not understood at all.

The attitude that people hold is that either they think you are not sick, you are making a mistake, and they want to blame you; or they think you are mentally ill, and they want to stay away from you.

Both attitudes are cruel. What's even sadder is that when you are sick, you don't get understanding from your family.

A girl I interviewed before suddenly became bored with school in junior high school, her hands would shake when she opened a book, and she would develop a very despairing mood, especially wanting to die. She tearfully told her parents that she couldn't get into school, and that she was miserable when she went to school, so could she not go to school anymore? Her parents listened carefully to her cries, and then manipulated the coat hanger to beat her, said she was greedy to this point, not even to go to school, what do you want to do in the future?

To be a beggar? She had no choice but to pretend to go to school every day, wandering the streets during the day and returning home at 6pm sharp. It didn't take long for her parents to find out, and they beat her up again, calling her a liar and a cheat and forcing her to change.

She wanted to change, but how can you change when you're sick? When she was in high school, her parents forced her to go to a school far away, so that she could go to live in the school and get more exercise. Leaving her familiar surroundings put more pressure on her.

She used to be able to talk and cry when she was sad, but in high school it got worse, and she couldn't talk and cry. Because of her extremely introverted personality, she was ostracized, and everyone thought she was a freak.

There was a period of time when she did not sleep for four days in a row, one day in the middle of the night she felt a lot of pain all over the body, every nerve is pulling, every nerve ending is tearing, she shivered all over the body, cold, no way to breathe, no way to control it, she unconsciously and suddenly screamed out loud, and startled herself.

This kind of screaming even more annoyed her roommates, who asked her what she was smoking, to sleep, not sleep roll. She tried to say she was sorry, but she couldn't speak, and her emotions were getting broken.

She was dissuaded from school. It took her parents a long time to accept that she was sick. When I interviewed her, she didn't seem to have any emotional problems anymore, and was exceptionally intellectual and graceful.

She said she was much better because she had been seeing a psychiatrist for many years, and because she had been teaching herself about depression. She also works in some related forums to help people who are experiencing the same thing.

It was seven or eight years ago that she opened a small cafe, and her French toast was so good that she told me the secret of making good French toast. She looked really cured then, and her smile was so warm.

Two years ago, I heard she had a relapse and slit her wrists. The worst thing about depression is that you have to fight a very powerful and mysterious force every day.

My colleague Huang Xiaoyou's mom was depressed. When her mom has an attack, she can't sleep at all, all night long, and is especially irritable. She thought of all kinds of ways to treat insomnia, completely useless. She felt that there was always a voice that kept arranging her and forcing her to do bad things, such as always encouraging her to commit suicide. The voice said, "You're living such a hard life anyway, you might as well die. You can go jump off a building, you can take sleeping pills. At that time she was really serious about which method she should use to die better.

But at the same time there is a self-consciousness that fights against the fact that life is so good now, and that her children are all grown up and dutiful, and that she can't go to her death. Every day, they struggle between life and death. There is no way for ordinary people to empathize with this feeling. My assistant Andy's mom is also depressed? You see, depression is not far away. Andy said her mom often sat up in the middle of the night and cried. They live on the 4th floor of their house and her mom often says very strange things, ? Jumping from here doesn't necessarily kill you, jumping from the 6th floor doesn't necessarily kill you, should I look for a higher place? Sometimes we eat together, the atmosphere is good, her mom ate and suddenly cried.

In the beginning, Huang Xiaoyou and Andy did not understand depression, and then because they took their mom to the hospital and diagnosed it, they began to slowly understand the condition. I specifically asked them, how should I treat people with depression? Never deny their condition.

Depressed people are already in deep self-blame, thinking that everyone else is fine, so why am I the only one with problems? They've been in denial, feeling bad about themselves, feeling like they're causing trouble for others.

Please let them perceive that it's not their fault that they are sick, that they are innocent, and that we are willing to go through the illness with them. And don't treat them like they are strange. Think of depression as a normal illness like a cold, fever, or appendicitis. Depression has been called an emotional cold, but of course its symptoms are much worse than a cold. Please do not say the following things to depressed people: your living conditions are quite good, you are not satisfied, what more do you want them to be depressed, not because of greed, but because of illness.

Don't be melodramatic, I see you just have a lot of things to do, glassy-eyed? They are not a problem of character, but a problem of physiology. Who does not have unhappy times, just think about it? This kind of talk is the same as saying to a person with a broken leg, you run 2 kilometers a day from today, the leg will be fine.

A look at you is too weak resistance to stress, willpower is not strong enough? In fact, we may not understand, depressed people have to wrestle with death every day, how much resilience is needed, how much willpower needs to be consumed, this is a typical stand and talk.

It's better to die than to live. You can't stand your parents if you kill yourself, and you can't stand the people who love you. They are patients, they do not think so, they will feel ? The more you live, the more you're sorry for your family.

What do depressed people need most? Those self-righteous enlightenment is useless to them', but rather make them more frustrated. What they need is attention and companionship. Go for a walk with them, take them on a trip for a break. They need security so much that we must give them the strongest sense of security by telling them, ? I will be there for you no matter what happens to you?

I always have a hard time falling asleep, I can't eat, I can only eat something especially light, or stimulating things, and my weight is dropping, my heart often races, I don't get along, I feel like I don't have any friends, I'm very lonely, I'm all on my own, I don't like noisy places, I feel annoyed, and I can sometimes cry when I chat and talk all of a sudden, and feel like everyone around me is targeting me. Every night I can't help but think of various ways to kill myself, and then in the morning I wake up feeling guilty about my suicidal thoughts, and every day I struggle with the idea of living and dying. Every day, my subconscious mind fights against a force, but I can't beat it, and I often fight against death, and sometimes I don't want anything anymore, and I just give up, like this, like a waste, like living, like relying on life, and no one can empathize with me, and no one will ever understand me, but I just think that you're sick, and that you're crazy, and that you're a pervert.

Other people have insomnia, but I'm different, I occasionally have insomnia but more sleepy.

It is silent, I do not know when to start irritable, do not want to do anything, the heart began to fear, began to despair, you will feel that all the friends are smiling, you will feel that all the relatives are indifferent to you. You will feel that there is no point in living.

Whenever you sleep there will be some inexplicable voice in your head, especially disordered, disorganized, occasionally hear a certain sentence you will be especially terrified. At that time you feel that the whole world is your enemy, especially helpless, as if by a thousand fingers, as if abandoned by the world in general.

A person huddled in a corner, put off all social activities, including girlfriend's date. Not willing to do anything, even give yourself to a glass of water. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.

Every difficult time, they can only play games, listen to the paragraph to ease the pressure, although it can be confused, but that late at night when the heart of the invisible pressure. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

Unable to extricate themselves, but also unable to resist.

Finally, I hope that every person like me, look at more chicken soup, less to go to the bar, under the lights are often empty and lonely. Depression is not terrible, the terrible thing is that the indifference of the bystanders and the degradation of the self.

Said so much, and began to annoy, in the end what is the meaning of living.

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