Reflection On Depression

My Father, Micah Nodine, is a nasty and cruel man. Someone that everyone loved. I loved him once. I was considered a “daddy’s girl.” He was my idol. Someone who comforted me while I drank my “special milk” on a Sunday evening. Someone who, when life was turned upside down and I was miles apart from, I could still call and he would be right there. When my father divorced my mother, I was three. It never really hit me until I grew older. The lies and heartaches began. He made huge mistakes—mistakes that affected me. Mistakes that I thought no man who called me his “daughter,” would ever do. He was someone who lied to make it seem like he was a better person. While at the same time, he was living a totally different life.

What I learned and understood about my father through conversations with my older siblings was about the impact of the loss of my grandfather (my father’s father) at an early age, heavy responsibilities taken on at an early age (hardship of the Depression era) to help support his mother and younger siblings. This led him to a strong sense of responsibility and a deep faith. But it all made him seem emotionally unavailable. The hard times for black families dealing with racial discrimination and the horrors of Jim Crow led to strictness that he, in all likelihood, felt was necessary for the survival of his children. There simply was no place for lighthearted fun. This greater understanding led to a stronger connection with my father, and an appreciation for such things as his devotion to having taken care of his family, his integrity, compassion for those less fortunate than himself, and the commitment as a deacon and Sunday school teacher.

I’d like to consider my father as a key player in my life. was not able to fulfill the fatherly figure that every child wants, has played a key role in my life. My mother and him decided to separate long time ago, my father was and still is an alcoholic who has yet to realize the importance of his presence in our life. After my mother passed away we did not have anyone else but my mother’s family and him. This occurrence affected him severely, as it did for all of us, his drinking habits increased pushing us away from him even more.

Brother Antoine Hollings is a youth pastor at my church of whom I go to seek advice. He was very easy to understand and could relate to the problems we faced at school. He knew what it felt like being in our shoes, such as living unsaved and hanging with the wrong people. He would always tell us stories about the mistakes he made and why we shouldn’t do it. With him I have someone to confine my worries and fears to without my parents finding out.

My grandfather in law, Ray Schmitt, had a true connection with me and my family. Even though he was not directly related, he always treated me and my family like his sons and daughters. He would always welcome us with smiles and even though he fought through hard times, like occasion strokes, he never forgot to put a big smile on his face. My mom said, “ He was a devoted family man to everyone, and he was devoted to the faith, and that showed in his actions.”

The naivety of my childhood caused me to believe that I was not good enough, that I had to change myself in order to gratify the people of my church and maintain my dad’s good image. Whenever I went to church, I felt that I had to completely change myself in order to keep everyone happy, everyone but myself. As I got older and figured out that it is impossible for anyone to fully fulfill the expectations of others, I realized how restricted I had been my entire life. I finally came to the realization that people were putting me in a box unsuitable for me and expected me to fit in

It’s unimaginable to predict how an individual will impact your life. From the experiences you encounter throughout your life with them, to the stories of their life prior to your existence, your family will always have an impact on your life. For me, my grandfather’s teachings are deeply embedded in my character, one of which is a belief in a God. At a young age I was introduced into the Catholic Church, but growing up I had doubts about what it all meant. It is a human’s natural tendency to question what they cannot understand. For me, the stories of miracles and holy saints have reinforced my beliefs in the Catholic Church. With the guidance of my family and the experiences I have faced, I have learned to formulate my own beliefs based on

I was raised mainstream Catholic by my mother, a Newton Corner Irish Catholic herself and my father, an Air Force brat born to two very white Irish people in Puerto Rico. They met at work, and my mother supported my father as he went on to get his MBA. Eventually, when my mom was pregnant with my sister, she left her job teaching at a Catholic elementary school and my father became a CFO/CEO/COO of various biotech companies, eventually starting his own, selling it, and returning to work as an executive. Recently, he began working at his current job as a biotech consultant, where he is always on the phone but happier than before.

When I was growing up, I lived in a home with exceptionally loving parents. My mom and dad were always there for me and making sure I had everything I needed, however they soon became the normal American family and got a divorce when me and my brother were too little to remember. We didn’t quite understand why our father wasn’t around as much. Despite the fact that my dad no longer lived with us, he made a commitment to be there whenever he

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

Depression have become a major problem in our society today. People who haven’t experience depression will not understand how it feel and what it can do to a person. Many people also doesn’t understand what depression is, or how it can related to suicidal ideation. In fact, studies have documented that the majority of young suicide victims had depression at the time of death and most suicide survivors were diagnosed with symptoms of clinical depression at the time of their attempt (Mojs, Biederman, Głowacka, Strzelecki, Ziemska, Samborski 2015). It can affect anyone, from young adolescents to college students to the elderly people. There are many reasons that can make someone have major depression. Such as financial problems, family problems, social problems, school, work, etc. These stressors in our daily life can cause anxiety which can increase our stress level significantly, which then can lead to depression. A research said that anxiety disorder have a high comorbidity with depression and that anxiety occur prior to the onset of depressive disorders in many individuals (Batterham, Christensen, Calear 2013). People who experience depression must find way to cope with depression and know how to get help in order to prevent suicidal ideation. The people surroundings, friends and family, must also find ways to recognize the symptoms of depression, and show understandings in order to help those suffering. This research project will help people understand more about

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

In my opinion, mental illness is also called psychiatric disorder, which affects an individual’s way of thinking, behaving and perceiving, and interacting with other people. Upon reflection, I felt that my anxiety was largely due to my negative preconceptions about mental illness especially my belief that mentally ill people are violent, unpredictable, and dangerous. These views were not only a result of a lack of knowledge about mental illness but also due to the impact of negative media and cultural stereotypes that I had grown up with. Before clinical placement, I used to be scared with the patients and used to be reluctant to deal with them.

In early 1977, the world as I knew it was slowly dissolving. My beloved grandfather became gravely ill, and transgressed to the next realm in August of 1981. This was a very dark difficult period for my family. The happiest days of my life were spent with my grandparents. It became extremely difficult to concentrate and control my emotions during this period. On June 6, 1984, the joy of my life was birthed into this world, my son. His birth signaled a new journey for me, setting a solid foundation for the rest of my life. I was a newly minted wife and mother with different responsibilities for the care and lives of two other people. This foundation helped me to deal with the blow of my grandmother transgressing from brain cancer less than one month after the birth of my son. My

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