What is the difference between depression and anxiety?

Answer 1

Depression makes you sad, anxiety makes you very nervous. That's the easiest way to explain it :-)

Answer 2

Anxiety is kinda of a feeling of worry. You worry about something so much it feels like you are depressed. Depression is just that something is going on and your extremely sad about it.

Like when someone dies that is depression you are feeling. your not worried but your extremely sad to the point of distraction. You cannot live a regular life because you are not happy you are said and you keep thinking about whatever has got you down.

Anxiety is like I said more worry then sadness, constant worrying that makes it hard to live also. Or maybe you just feel really anxious about something. Like you might have an audition and know that you haven't practiced enough and continuously worry that you are going to fail the audition.

That is anxiety-the fear that something bad is going to happen

While with depression more then likely something bad has already happened.

Answer 3

Depression is when people feel feels "down," "blue," "bummed," hopeless, or pessimistic from time to time. Anxiety feels a bit like fear but whereas we know what we are frightened of, we often don't know what we are anxious about.

Answer 4

With anxiety you're on edge, panicky, stressed and little things really worry you. For example, I know one person who just has to see the word cancer and thinks he has it. It's not being a hypochondriac, he GENUINELY believes it.

With depression there are so so many feelings all felt at the same time, but here's an overview.

You feel like a fraud. Like everyone else's problems are worse than yours, so what right do you have to feel like this? What reasons do you have for being depressed? Erm.. none at all, you're just f***ed apparently. You don't want to feel like this though. If you could switch it off you would. Most definitely. You want to be a well-rounded, well-adjusted human being. They do exist, I've met some. They're happy. Unless something bad happens, but they're human, so it's understandable. And because you're feeling like a fraud, you can't tell anyone how you feel. So you end up feeling alone. Not necessarily lonely, that's different. But you're locked inside yourself and you can't express these feelings to non-depressed people because most people don't even have an inkling of how bad you'd have to feel to actually want to die and set out to do so. People say "smile", like you can make it go away in an instant. And you're virtually screaming "if I could make it go away that easily don't you think I would have done already How crazy do you think I am that you think I like feeling like this!!!!" You can't help but feel you're boring people with your constant answers of "crap" or "fine" depending on who you're talking to. They ask how you are, but do they really want to know? You catch yourself thinking "oh he's ill, I won't tell him today because he's got enough to deal with." Or something. So everyone thinks you're OK. When in fact you're verging on suicidal. Again. Oh and for the record, if you can look yourself in the mirror and say "I want to die", you probably need some help.

You feel despair. When you feel like just giving up. Nothing you can do is right, so why should you even exist? There's no hope that you'll ever feel OK again. You never thought you could feel this bad in the first place, despite the fact that you did last time and you will do again. Repeat, repeat and repeat this mantra "it's going to go away, it's going to go away, it's going to go away". But somehow you can't help but feel it's not ever going to go away and you end up in a state of semi-raging all over the place and get all destructive, either of the self or of other things. If you bottle everything up, it has to leave somehow. So what can you do? Break stuff, slice your wrists open? Pain seems to calm. Throwing phones at the wall brings people running. Of course there are long term consequences to both options, but that's not what you're thinking about. There is no long term.

Voices in your head telling you how worthless you are. How much of a waste of space. You can hear you parents telling you how stupid you are, how much they prefer your sister to you. How everyone else is more important. OK, so they are more important. Think dementors (Harry Potter). They're not such an abstract concept. It seems as though there's no point in doing anything because you'd fail miserably anyway, and what's the point? For example, why revise for exams if you're convinced you're not going to live to take them, let alone see the results.

Here's a question. What's my reason for living? The point at which I run out of reasons is the point I try killing myself. I could list some. They would be things like my friends would miss me, it would probably trigger a depressive episode for my bipolar sister and so on. But while I'm on my spiral these reasons cease to matter. I'll be utterly convinced that my friends would be happier if I were dead and sister doesn't care about me in the slightest. There is a tremendous amount of egotism involved. Things like eating become pointless. You do what you have to to appear normal, but you're only functioning from day to day rather than looking ahead. There's no point in doing revision or essays. There's no long-term will. There's a sense of futility.

Facades are crucial. You might look OK, but you're falling apart, you're not coping and these drugs aren't working. You can't show how you're feeling. And you don't want to let people down. It's OK for other people to be down and show their feelings, but for you to do it, it just seems weak and pathetic. That's part of the reason why facades are so important to existence. Does this sound familiar... "But he/she didn't seem depressed..."?

You can feel empty, you can feel hollow and numb. You're aware of feeling numb and the people around you don't like you acting like that because it's just like you're a shell, a corpse walking.

Physically speaking you feel nauseous when you're really down. You either can't sleep or you sleep too much. Sometimes the effort it takes to get out of bed is just too much. Occasionally bed wins. You can sleep 18 hours a day sometimes. I can't be a**ed to do anything. Nothing is interesting.

So... depression... is quite frankly horrible.

Answer 5

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