Major Depressive Disorder: the great brain invader.
My diagnosis of Major Depressive Disorder, MDD as it is sometimes called, is the disorder I write about the least. Why? Well I’m not sure really; perhaps it’s because it is so deeply ingrained in the other two disorders, Post-traumatic stress disorder and Generalized Anxiety Disorder that it can either make me susceptible at any given moment and there by making it easier to be triggered or it can swoop in the aftermath, taunting me like a child who likes to poke the bear and get his or her siblings going, loves to see the results and making their siblings cry. A devious sibling can make any moment worse. That’s my depression.
Sometimes, the darkened dust of depression settles in when I am symptomatic, having continual flashbacks or when I am hyper vigilant. When this occurs, let’s say after I have been continuously startled, the powers of depression force their way into the moment simply because I’m mentally played out from the frequency of being triggered.
PTSD and its symptoms
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