“The year after ‘Avatar’ was just emotionally overwhelming. I was traveling all over the world, waking up in different time zones. Your body gets exhausted, and by the end of the year I just collapsed … I was sitting in my hotel room, and I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t stay awake. I must have slept for an entire month.It took me the rest of the year, even as I was working and shooting ‘Colombiana,’ to pick myself up.”
—Zoe Saldana tells Latina magazine that the mega success of “Avatar” didn’t bring her happiness, and in fact she suffered from serious depression in the year after its release. But don’t worry, she feels much better now. Her new movie comes out soon and she’s engaged to actor Keith Britton. Just goes to show that getting your dream is more emotionally complex than you ever realized. [NY Daily News] Keep reading »
Let me preface this depressing news by saying that I’ve never felt anything but supreme joy when eating a doughnut. However, according to the British Dietetic Association, doughnuts are dangerous to our mental health:
“We tend to crave sugary and fatty foods [like doughnuts] for a quick mood fix, but the sugar crash that follows could make you feel worse … Information is carried between the cells by chemicals such as dopamine. Rising levels of dopamine can boost mood; falling levels are linked to sadness.”
I refuse to accept it. Sorry. Other alleged depression triggers are hot weather, the Internet, vegetarian food, and coffee. So basically, most of the things that bring me joy in life. [Daily Mail UK] Keep reading »
Kleenex ready? Because it sure looks like Sad Keanu has inspired a book. In April, Keanu Reeves released the book, Ode To Happiness, along with artist Alexandra Grant. Made up of grayscale images and lettering that looks it might have been smeared by tears, each page contains an uplifting thought like, “I draw a hot sorrow bath. In my despair room.” The words on the final page of the tome? “It can always be worse.”
So what’s with Keanu’s glumness? Keep reading »
In a few years, the following scenario could actually happen. If you’ve been feeling down, sleepy, and just generally like the color has been zapped out of the world, you can make an appointment with your doctor and say, “Hey doc, can I get a depression test?” Apparently, researchers in Japan on working on a test that would measure the concentration of phosphoric acid in the blood. It’s different from existing tests because (a) it’s fast and (b) it doesn’t require DNA testing, so could even become a part of regular checkups. Meaning, it could detect it when you’re feeling symptoms or when you’re not sure what’s going on. [Telegraph UK]
Oh, but there are so many fascinating tests like this in the works. After the jump, find out about more things you’ll be able to easily diagnose in just a few years. I feel like I’m in an episode of “The Jetsons.” Keep reading »
I lost my virginity at age 15, in a double wide trailer. I remember his abs glowing under the black-light and the mood music–a Ginuwine album on repeat. I had snuck out on a snowy school night, holding my shoes in my hand. I felt sort of frozen and surreal, somehow knowing this was the night, and barely noticing the fact that I was just wearing wet socks in his car.
There isn’t much to describing first time sex. I felt more like I was watching myself from above than experiencing it, thinking Oh my god, this is sex! or Just move your hips with Ginuwine. Afterward, naked and side by side, I stared into his eyes, my heart feeling huge. My virginity had become a burden that past year and this was, surely, a turning point in my life. He suddenly locked eyes with mine and opened his mouth. I wanted to remember every second of this moment.
“Want a Capri Sun?” he asked. Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Depressed and Unsure,” who, much to her boyfriend’s chagrin, had befriended her BFF’s ex (and boyfriend’s friend) after the broke up. “We both share long-time struggles with chronic depression, and the outlet we’ve found in each other has helped us both immensely. Unfortunately, my boyfriend has taken issue with this new-found friendship.” Keep reading »
Wow, what a crazy past few months. I believe I cared for myself pretty well after my big breakup, which was now almost four months ago. I surrounded myself with my family, which was easy because I moved back in with my parents. I spent a lot of QT with my girl friends. I drank and shopped and watched crappy TV shows, as you do. When I felt ready to poke my head out of my hole and venture out on dates again, I splurged on a couple pairs of sexy heels. I kept myself busy buying furniture for my new apartment, being a good sister and friend, doing my taxes — anything I could think of.
Now I’m all moved into my new place. I go on dates with a new guy, casually, once or twice a week. After months of tiny tornadeos wrecking havoc on the blessed life I had six months ago, outward appearances look like the dust has finally settled.
Inside? That’s a different story. Keep reading »
“This is a disorder that affects millions of people and I am one of them. If my revelation of having bipolar II has encouraged one person to seek help, then it is worth it. There is no need to suffer silently and there is no shame in seeking help.”
— Catherine Zeta-Jones opened up to People about her struggles with mental health. Bipolar II disorder is marked by long periods of depression with shorter spurts of mania. Catherine was reportedly having trouble dealing with her husband Michael Douglas’ battle with throat cancer and briefly checked into a mental health facility in Connecticut in early April. I applaud Catherine for coming out about her illness. She’s right: there is no shame in seeking help. [People] Keep reading »
The past four months of my life were really, really s**tty and hard. I got dumped suddenly by someone with whom I was in love. I moved out of the apartment we shared together and back in with my parents for three months. The Frisky was sold to new owners and we’ve all had to adjust to that (with a smaller staff) while working from home since we don’t, as of yet, have a new office space. All of that happened within a few weeks of each other. Can you say stress? My coping mechanisms were crying jags and burying myself in my bedsheets with “Keeping Up In The Kardashians” on Netflix Instant.
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Most of us are happy campers after a roll in the hay, but sometimes, not so much. A new study found that more than 30 percent of women have experienced the post-sex blues at some point in their lives and about 10 percent claimed that they have experienced it often. Symptoms may include tearfulness, anxiety, irritability, or restlessness immediately following sexual intercourse. Researchers found the cause of the postcoital funk to be unknown. At first they thought it would be linked to a history of rape or sexual abuse, but the correlation was only moderate. So, you know what that means? There’s something wrong with us ladies if we’re not positively glowing after getting some d**k. No way! I can hardly imagine that scenario because sex is always perfect and never awkward. We never think that dudes suck in bed or regret sleeping with them or feel sexually unsatisfied or disappointed. And that never leads to the bedroom blues. Never. [Live Science] Keep reading »