Winning against Depression-One man's struggle and insightsPosted On 08/26/2009 20:01:22 by Dan28Jam

Many people think a depressed person is weak. I did.

I worked out, played sports, worked hard installing flooring for a living. I never thought depression would be a problem for me.

But severe depression is not something you can train for. It strips your will to live - no matter how tough you are!

It struck me at 24 years old.

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This is a poem about a battle that i recently had with myself when i wanted to cut myself. Cutting for those who are not familiar with it, is a way to release the "demons" so to speak when you are feeling manic. Its not a proper way to act though. I have done it a lot recently and i am trying not to do it anymore however. This poem outlines that fight.

KILLING - 11/16/09

th silver object is callin
my emotions are fallin
the blade wants to dance
it stands a good cha... Read More

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This is a song that i wrote recently called Cut. There are people in the world that cut themselves when they are having a particulary bad moment of anxiety. I am one of those people. This song is about my cutting habit and what i am thinking when i do it.

Please check it out when you get a minute. I hope you can relate to it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_g9_chBJs4M

Cut

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Journal 2

its the afternoon and the madness is back
i am tired and i feel dizzy
everything looks dark and bleak
my focus equals nothing
nothing is clear
but the notion that i am mentally ill

i have a bad brain
it reminds me that it owns me
every waking moment of the day
it alters my perception of reality
even when i don't want it to
i live in an awake nightmare
its not fair to live this way

everyone wants me to pick up the phone
talk ou... Read More

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As much reading, research, and treatment as I have done for this most recent bout of major depression, I don't think I really and truly completely thought of it as a valid disease... until now.

Today I got up, drank a cup of coffee and read the paper. I then showered and dressed, fixed my hair and put on jewelry, and went out in the world. Even my shoes matched. I went out to lunch (by myself, which is a big deal for me), went to the library, and then swung by the post office. At some... Read More

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