If I could describe depression, I'd say it feels like you're in a well and there's a rope that you can't quite reach, and when you look up at the other end of that rope, the person holding it is you. If you think you're suffering then hand yourself the rope, anti-depressants and depression are nothing to be ashamed of, just like any other illness you can get better.
What I am going to write in this post isn't going to shock people. There is no big revelation hidden within it. But I have come to the conclusion that if Jeremy Hunt isn't constantly nagged about the state of the Mental Health Service in England, nothing is actually going to be done about it.
I am proud that I can talk about my depression because it gives me the accomplishment of completely removing the burden that has been plaguing me for months. I feel I can breathe again. I'm not saying that it's easy to talk to people about your depression, particularly if you, like myself, have kept it hidden for so long.
Anxiety makes you believe the unbelievable. The impossible. The bang-your-head-against-the-wall stupid. But to you, it can seem as real as anything, as routine as a heartbeat. And if today I experienced my first steps again for a second time, I'll learn how to start again.
We all remember our days at school - our teachers, our friends, the moment the bell rang for break time. As children it's where we spend most of our time, the place where we build not only our academic skills but our knowledge of life and how to live it. But for some children and young people this experience is not quite the same.
Is there such a thing as an instant pick me up? When you've been feeling glum for a few days, what can you do to get your mojo back? I'm usually a pretty positive person. For me the cup is always half full. But I'll be honest, of late I'm struggling a little. Politics and economics haven't helped. Some personal decisions to make have compounded it.
What I am saying is try your best to talk to someone, but also don't not talk to anyone. Otherwise, you'll end up feeling worse. I want to say that I wish I had talked about my personal problems earlier in order to get rid of this burden before it got worse - but how can I regret something that is immensely difficult to do?
The clearest thing the data shows is that money does not have a significant impact on life satisfaction, happiness, a sense of life being worthwhile, or anxiety. Working with faith, sports, music or nature do seem to make people happy, though becoming a CEO or an elected representative also seems to do the trick.
Depression can be frightening. Often we can doubt whether it will ever get better. Being told that it can, is what we want to hear - even if we may find it hard to believe. Being told that we are the one, who has to take responsibility and do something about it, is not something we may want to hear.
Dealing with panic attacks are never easy especially when the intense fear of dying overwhelms you. But know that no matter how frequent or severe your panic attacks are, there's help available for you...
I wish people understood social anxiety in the same way as they understand allergies. They understand that if people allergic to nuts have nuts then they go to the special nut-allergy hospital. I assume. I have not researched this article.
WRONG WAY, GO BACK. I walk underneath this sign every day. Every day, on my way to work in marketing and communications for a charity, I look at this sign.
Depending on your circumstances you may worry a little or a lot about the potential impact of the EU Referendum results on your life. Here is a quick guide of how to look after yourself and cope with your anxiety. If you feel too overwhelmed to follow any of this now, then come back to it when you are ready
A lot of people tell me that I am "brave" for being so open about my mental health problems. But one of the reasons why I am open is because I don't want "brave" to be a connotation for opening up mental illness anymore. I want people to talk about their issues without being scared of people's reaction.
Postnatal Depression (PND) has been, for me, one of the most difficult things that I have ever had to deal with: the struggle to talk to anyone about it who understood, the stigma which suggests that you are somehow completely incompetent and your baby isn't safe with you and getting out of bed in the morning when all you want to do is cry.
I am optimistic about what early intervention can achieve for people with eating disorders, but early intervention needs to take place earlier.