Depression changes most people at a while. In fact 1 in 5 older individuals, and 2 in 5 of older individuals living in care homes suffer depression. In my twenties and thirties I was stunned to discover that all of my close group of buddies were on Prozac or some similar drug endured on several occasions and. I was stunned because no one tells says 'hey I'm enduring depression' or 'I've mental health problems'.

It is quite the opposite, all of us strive to carry on as if everything were 'ordinary'. Whatever standard even though 8 -12% of the UK in any certain year will likely be impacted is and suicide is the most frequently encountered cause of death in men under 35. Stress is, in addition, regarded as a mental health problem and

Endure with almost 10% of individuals and that endure depression and stress collectively. Stress is under-reported, under-diagnosed and under-treated. I appear to recall I got rather agoraphobic during one of my spells of melancholy, at one period I endured what can only be described as a 'mental seizure'. I really could hear people speaking but I discovered I really could answer and it absolutely was like it was in slow motion - in slow motion. Strange.

It impacts us all in manners that are various, some are symptoms are more scary than many others. Equally frightening for me was the reaction of another close friend who I really did somewhat confide in, whose approach was that there clearly was no such thing as melancholy, 'you only must snap out of it'. I actually didn't need to hear that when the colour of the sky for me was extremely heavy and black. It is very problematic for anyone enduring melancholy to reach out, most days are black and vanish into a cyclone of weeks and months, with just the odd day here and there where the sun pokes it's head over the horizon, simply to be battered down by black rain clouds. On those 'great' days, we realise that we do need to make ourselves feel better, we do need to quit feeling this way but how? Frequently by the time we'd the semi favorable idea about needing to make ourselves better, to think, the rain clouds descend as if to affirm that we never can. That bout of sun was too short to make any measures in the correct path.