The present day is a period of high-tech “everything”. And apps are our new bestfriends. Just like Barney Stinson from HIMYM had a guy for everything, nowadays there is an app for everything.
Mental Health has a fair share of apps .Here are a few apps that I have personally used and found effective
- MoodTools- depression aid.
- FearTools-anxiety aid
- PanicShield- panic attack app.
- Self-Healing -The wellness platform.
- Depression symptoms+Signs.
- Fight depression naturally.
- 7 cups.(anxiety and stress chat) ( this app is really goood)
For a person like me, who had a lot of problem accepting my condition, these apps were a gift. I hope it works for you too.
Being a science student in India is not a mean task. You have to have a clear mind all the time. Your brain has to work.200% every single second.
And hence I took coffee. The alertness that coffe gve was invaluable to me. It still is . The clear mind, the racing ideas all seemed such an awesome bargain for a little drink. But little did I know about caffeine being depression’s old ally.
The more caffeine I took, the more depression stuck on to me. Times grew real bad. All the horrible thoughts of worthlessness and hopelessness spiked up and I , unaware of all these, continued taking it.
Later, in some random pin in Pinterest , I came across the destroying effects of caffeine. It worsenned depression. I realised I was destroying myself rather than helping myself.
And then I decided to leave it. But the normal days of precise alertness were replaced with groggy hours. I realised what meds did. I would fall asleeep all the time. My studies started going down because all the hours that I put into studying were now spent in sleep.
I had no choice but to take it back. Now despite the minor depression, I take coffee every morning. The evening coffee has been cut down. Things are not the best but are certainly better.
Coffee is likes a bad boy lover. Too much and too little make you dull. The right amount makes you live an amazing life.
Dear Mr Bully,
It has been a long time since I last saw you. I remember you. I could not forget if I wanted to. Time has traversed. I am one of the cool kids now. No one makes jokes of me nowadays . I don’t go to school wondering what new away you or one of your cronies will find to torture me. To hurt my mind and soul. I go without fear. But the wound that you left is still raw.
Everytime you made fun of my weight, my confidence thinned down a little. Everytime you joked about my bag or my bottle, I felt self concious and emotionally down. It was a game for you. But it was a massive struggle for me. You had fun . I spent all my energy to hold myself at the seams till I was so emotionally down that living seemed hard.
Now, when I save some kid from being bullied, they see me as a hero. But I know that it is more than just humanity. It is the pain of first hand experience. You changed me. Maybe I would have been a carefree happy-go-lucky type of girl. Instead I am a thoughtful, reserved, quiet girl. You changed me. It is not that I hate myself. Just that you made me different and I would have been happy to have some of those happiness in my life.
Anyway, you must be still continuing to bully.I hope there is someone out there to stop you.
Still healing the wounds you left,
The girl you bullied.
Human beings live in societies and the building blocks of these societies are families. Families are the entities where we are with similar people like us, sharing the same genes. They are the ones who know us the most. Most people have fake personas that meet their needs. But families realise the reality over time even if we try to maintain a fake self.
When depression hits in, we go downhill. At a time when our emotional reserves are draining, family support is very important. The more the support, the better are the chances of recovery.
I am a person who has a hard time expressing emotions. I spent continuous nights crying late into the night and the next day , I woke up , pasted a fake smile and went about my work.it had nothing to do with being positive. I just felt the need to keep it all in. And it cost me hard. I suffer from dysfunctional relationships witba lot of family members . I chose to channel my depression through anger. All this because I didn’t tell let my family know.
Maybe if I told them they would have been able to help me out. Give me advice. But I didn’t . And that is one of the things I regret the most. And I don’t want other people to do the same mistake.
Later, two or three years hence, when I told my mother that I had depression. She didn’t believe me. Because I was either always angry or extremely euphoric.
And therefore I hope that anyone who has cared to read through till the end will try and share it with their family. Family support is extremely necessary.
Depression can be soul sucking. In the Harry Potter series, J K Rowling used dementors, soul sucking creatures that make you feel like nothing will ever be alright again. She created these to personify the horrible condition of depression.
Anyone who thinks they are suffering from depression needs to know that , sadness is not depression. Many a times people see a sad person and ask why are you depressed ? well they may not necessarily be depressed. Sadness is differerent.
Depression is a whole other ballgame. It is a dangerous cocktail of hopelessness , despair, feeling worthless and all these leave you emotionally exhausted.
So before you diagnose yourself with depression look at the facts. There are many apps out there which let you take tests to see if you are depressed. Though nothing can beat professional help.
Help yourself before it is too late.
Depression is a disease, and to self diagnose a very less talked about disease is only possible when the symptoms are extreme.
I got my first bout of depression when I was in the seventh grade. All my friends had started dating and I was the fat little nerd kid whom no one looked at. Peer pressure started pouring in. Bullies came and made fun . I was that weird kid.
I stopped speaking to people. I did my homework and schoolwork and just went about. One fine day I snapped. I was in my computer class when my teacher asked me “How is life?”.she literally asked me that and I started crying . She must have thought I was crazy. I was going crazy though.
It was horrible.
Second bout came when I was in eleventh grade, high school. Still battling that but it’s getting better.
I wanna get out there and help people out because I know what it is like to have no one to talk to and when no one believes I am in depression . Because outwardly I am so cool.
Because life is hard as it is. We need to keep the other stuff simple