Depression Diary, Part 5
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Last week saw a couple of quiet but significant personal milestones. Firstly, my 25th consecutive post on this blog went up, a point I never expected to reach. Come to think of it, I may have had more published in the last couple of [...]
Depression Diary, Part 4
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I type this from the back seat of our delegation’s minibus, the laptop perched on my rucksack on my knees. I was hoping to have time to write this at the hotel, but we’re running late and our schedule is overstuffed (that’s a good thing, by the [...]
Every morning, in between the usual grunts and scrapings, I take three friendly-looking green and yellow capsules and swallow them.
Depression Diary, Part 2
Most writing about depression, mine included, rightly focuses on the pain and misery involved. The idea of sadness unattached to a cause is difficult, in my experience, for non-sufferers to get their head around.
Every depressive dreads the well-intentioned but worse-than-useless advice normals give us: Have you tried exercise? Fake it ’til [...]
Depression Diary, Part 1
My name is Tom Doran, and I am a clinical depressive.
Some of you already know that, if you read the column I wrote on the subject in November 2012. I tried to convey how it feels inside my head when things are at their worst:
I am a worthless excuse for a human [...]
When you are ill you have to spend a lot of time on your own. Most of that time falls under the banner of ‘resting’, ‘recuperating’ or ‘feeling rough’. I’m lucky in that I have always been happy in my own company. Although I am also very sociable and chatty when in company.
Mental illness can be your very worst companion. It might keep you in your bed all day, coiling round you with its tight embrace and soft whispers, “Stay here. The morning’s past and you’ll never manage anyway. You can try again tomorrow but today’s already lost.” When bedtime beckons, you might not sleep. Your illness bothers you with its tears and its worries or its silence until morning returns.
Depression – I never believed in this word, especially not postnatal depression, how could anyone be depressed when they have a wonderful new baby, I thought?
My name is Stephen Valentine and I was born in November 1969. At the age of 18, I decided to enlist in the British Army as a driver in the Royal Corps of Transport (RCT). I completed my basic training in February 1988 and was then posted to eight Squadron, 27 Regiment RCT, at Buller Barracks in Aldershot.
Dr Norman Rosenthal is used to looking outside the box for answers to conditions such as seasonal affective disorder and post-traumatic stress. His work has sometimes put him at odds with a largely conservative medical establishment who forget that many of today’s procedures were themselves questioned in the past.
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