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Depression and The Black Community?

We usually think we’ve got it together until we are faced with a situation that compromises what we have been raised to believe. Depression is a state of low mood and aversion to activity that can affect a person's thoughts, behavior, feelings and sense of well-being. People with a depressed mood can feel sad, anxious, empty, hopeless, helpless, worthless, guilty, irritable, ashamed or restless. They may lose interest in activities that were once pleasurable, experience loss of appetite or overeating, have problems concentrating, remembering details or making decisions, and may contemplate, attempt or commit suicide. Insomnia, excessive sleeping, fatigue, aches, pains, digestive problems or reduced energy may also be present. Depressed mood is a feature of some psychiatric syndromes such as major depressive disorder, but it may also be a normal reaction to life events such as bereavement, a symptom of some bodily ailments or a side effect of some drugs and medical treat...

Depression: A 'white people' thing? An 'old people' thing?

Depression is not a ‘white people’ thing. I have been experiencing chronic depression for a while now, and I am black! I am a black woman.  It is also not an ‘old people’ thing. I am in my 20s. And I’ve lived with it since forever! I’ve become used to it for so long I almost don’t know what it feels like not to be depressed.  I’ve been depressed as a teenager. More than once the thought of suicide crossed my mind. The most vivid one, I cut my arms multiple times and watched as the blood trickled down. My mind is creepy most of the time. My bouts of misery is frequent. I have more memories of sadness than happiness. Waking up is hell. All I want to do most of the time is to sleep. Reality sucks. It is full of pain. It is filled with hopelessness. It is dejection. Loneliness.   Complete desperateness.  Where did this come from? When did it start? How did I get here? I was never a happy kid. I vividly remember I’ve hated myself since I was 13....