My Experience With A Deep Depression

I thought I knew what pain felt like, until I suffered from depression. The painful journey of climbing out of depression was one that ultimately made me a stronger person. After experiencing two years of academic success in college, I expected my junior year to be even better, but unfortunately life took a different turn. For almost seven years before taking a leave of absence, my life had been under excruciating pressure. Pressure that originated through coming from an immigrant family, and understanding how much my parents had to sacrifice. I felt a lot of pressure to succeed in college, my older siblings had struggled which put even more pressure on me as the next runner up. Having no social capital, I had to figure out how to get into, and survive the rigors of college. I constantly deprived myself of breaks because every second of my time was invested to ensure I succeeded. It felt like carrying a heavy load on a lonely journey, lost in a maze. My family had no idea what I was going through, and quite frankly nobody knew, I didn’t have a support system to lean on or at least to express my concerns.

For this project I interviewed my mom, Lynn Pasko. During the course of doing this project and going through the questions, it made me realize how much I didn’t know about my mother. It never occurred to me how times have changed and how different things are now. I learned a lot about my mother that I did not know. Some of these include how my mother moved schools every year of her schooling up until her last half of junior year. I couldn’t imagine having to go to a new school every year. Not to mention how many friends she lost contact with and how hard it was to be the new kid every year. Another thing that had really surprised me was the hardest that she had to do. The hardest thing my mother had to do was after 9/11 happened, she had to write goodbye letters to my sister and I in case anything had happened to them on their way to Hawaii. Both my mother and father thought about taking different planes just incase if something happened to one of them, the other would still be there for me and my sister.

from my past that was being triggered by attuning and caring for my traumatized children. I had

Let’s first define what psychology and applied psychology means and how it is applied. Psychology is the

Ever since I was just a little girl, I have struggled to be like everyone else. People say that differences are what make you unique and special, but for me, it never seemed that way. I was diagnosed with Atypical Depression at age 11, and instantly felt as if I was crippled.

The following essay is a case study of a client named John who is suffering from major depression and was sent to see me for treatment by his concerned wife. I will provide brief background information about John then further discuss interventions and strategies I believe can be applied in each session with my client in order to make John's life more manageable. In the essay, I will be writing as the therapist, and the sessions are based on a ten week period.

1. No matter how hard we try to prepare ourselves for challenging experiences and try to stay positive, it becomes harder to do than planned when the time comes. It was the end of the last semester and I was on the verge of emotional depression that totally overwhelmed me. During the exam period, I wasted my weekends on the Internet, chatting and Facebook-ing. I needed to submit an important paper on Tuesday morning. On Sunday night, after wasting so much time of mine and having a little red eyes because of so much exposure to electronic screens, I sat down to write my paper. Only then did I realize that the paper was due the next morning, not on Tuesday. I was extremely nervous because it was too little a time to finish it. Moreover, I was so angry with myself that I wanted to cry. It was a realization that I was off course in my study habits and that I had not overcome my habit of willingly putting myself in difficult positions. The more I thought about being in that mess, the angrier I got with myself. I got even angrier thinking about how it was not the first time in my life that I put myself in such a situation. I could not concentrate on my paper because of that emotional response. Then suddenly I thought that I just needed to talk to someone and calm down. I called my classmate and just told her about everything. She said that the instructor had actually extended the deadline until Thursday. It was such a relief. I thanked her profusely and decided

I sat down and started thinking, "could I have really seen that?". I could've imagined it from my depression, but that looked all too real. Even the passenger's were staring at him. Could that really have been... my grandfather?

When I was nine I went to a therapist for the first time, my diagnosis was not what I expected.

It was coming to the end of my first few months in high school. I had a pretty fun life. I had many adoring friends and an amazing outlook on life. In an instant that was all gone. My stepfather was killed in a motorcycle accident and along with this and many other reasons I got severe depression which has worsened over the years. My whole freshman year was a downward spiral, my grades dropped significantly, I never wanted to go anywhere or talk to anybody, and I had never loved my lonely room so much. After a few months, slowly and one by one I was losing friends. I never understood why they would leave me at the time I needed them most. However, junior year I finally started realizing that if I didn't want to be around me then how could I

I have always been a very unconventional person. I never really quite fit in and by trying to push myself to be a xerox copy, I developed severe depression. Throughout my childhood, I suffered bullying and judgement by my peers. I knew that I had a serious problem by eighth grade, but did not seek professional help until eleventh grade when I was diagnosed with chronic depression. However, throughout my years of mental suffering, my creativity and ability to learn myself flourished. I started making art in tenth grade, after a long creative halt which began in middle school. After only one year of art, I was placed in Advanced Placement Studio Art for my eleventh grade year. Additionally, in tenth grade, I started learning about different identities,

are happy when they achieve something or saddened when they fail a test or lose

feelings can linger for years. Depression is a social disorder characterized by a depressed mood

I was always awkward sexually, I don’t mean awkward in the sense of performing coitus but rather everything else. During sex I rather enjoy myself as any young man would, but before the act and after It where the awkwardness kicks In, Is where I find myself loathing the world and the person I am about to, or have recently just fucked. Usually young men enjoy the chase and thrill of courting. My best friend prefers this to sex itself, he believes that “It is a canvas in which only the best artists are capable of painting on”. In some ways Intend to agree with him and then reality kicks in and I remember that people are disgusting creatures, before, during (especially during) and after sex.

The term depression is widely misused in today’s society. All human beings experience periods in life where they are sad for a relatively short period of time, which is considered normal. Those who experience sadness for extended periods may be suffering from depression. Two terms used to reference the classifications of depression, are Major Depressive Disorder, and Dysthymia. Individual diagnosis of these classifications is dependent on the length of time, and severity of symptoms experienced by the individual. The causes for these depressive states can be due to genetics or the insufficient production of neurotransmitters, which provide the brain with the data necessary to regulate one's psychological well being. Two examples