Telling someone is not a weakness but an act of courage that makes you stronger.
So often, people are afraid to tell family members or friends about depression. You did not harm anyone. You did not steal from an old lady or rob a bank. You are facing a problem that is hard for you to deal with alone. It can be hard in the long run if, god forbid, it gets worse.
You are not saying anything offensive to others by telling someone you are depressed. You have the right to express yourself if you … Read more...
As a man who continues to write for mental health organizations, a big part of my consistency and my drive to help others is having the greatest group of people who encourage and inspire me. I am always excited and passionate to send my articles to help others.
My group is always optimistic, they are the best at what they do, they don’t project any negativity on me, and they are supporting, kind and have my best interest at heart. It’s a no brainer as to why I surround myself with these people.
Life is such a fast-paced world. We go to work, school, pay bills, drive around and run errands. This is part of being an adult. But sometimes being an adult is overwhelming. Sometimes we need a break to just to bring out our inner child.
I love children and I love animals and with God’s grace I will one day have my own children. Children are soothing, calming and relaxing.
They are teaching us what living life to the fullest is all about. They bring us comfort, joy and happiness. Having eleven nieces and nephews all together … Read more...
I am not ashamed to tell you how bad my life was and how bad I struggled. I felt I was below rock bottom. It was like how hell felt like and I can imagine the Devil himself was winning the battle but I eventually won the War.
Depression was not pretty.
It was like living the worst day of my entire life over and over and over. It felt like Freddy Krueger and demons were haunting me in my dreams and this is just an understatement. It was horrible.
5-11, over 240-pound man, if you saw me on the street you would not think
anything is wrong with me. The truth though is far different — I have endured
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, depression and anxiety for most of my life.
My first incident occurred when I was just four years old
I watched Thriller and saw Michael Jackson turn into a werewolf. It traumatized me. When I started kindergarten, I would hide underneath tables because I was afraid my teacher would turn into a werewolf. I started seeing a psychiatrist … Read more...