humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
I went from beautifully broken to unbelievable badass.
I’ve had low self-esteem for as long as I can remember. I can’t tell you why or how or what caused it, all I can tell you is that from a very early age I somehow just knew I was “less than”. I loved to talk but was always told I talked too much. Anytime I spoke up with an opinion or a thought that went against the majority, I was then made the subject of ridicule and called “stupid” or “dumb” because obviously, I wasn’t smart enough to go with the crowd. That was just one of my major flaws.
By Simply Stacey 5 years ago in Psyche
The Story of My Mental Illnesses
Wow, this is a hard topic to talk about. I was diagnosed young. Back when mental illness was just becoming everyone’s normal routine. They said I had ADHD. They didn’t know how wrong they were. They thought they had me figured out. Turns out, I was just a seven year old girl, hiding behind a lie.
By The Storyteller5 years ago in Psyche
Dream Psychology: The signals that appear in your dreams seem to be unfortunate, but they actually represent good luck
01 There is a kind of illusion in this world, it is very real, and it often appears in our minds. We call this kind of illusion that seems to be true or false.
By Sharon Williams5 years ago in Psyche
When Your Patient Teaches You a Thing or Two About Living
The thing about clinical work is that each day you never know what’s coming. You can be working with a patient in the most clear-cut treatment plan with everything going textbook perfect and suddenly . . .
By Donna L. Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)5 years ago in Psyche
My Monster
I dig my nails into my palms, deeper and deeper, making little crescent shapes. I push the tip of my tongue into the sharp tooth I like to use, it is dulled over the years, but it still helps. I try to breathe. Stop being such a spazz. It’s difficult though. The thoughts come faster and faster, all at once, creating a dull hum in my head like a hive of bees, slowly getting louder. It makes me want to bang my head right into the table. After a deep breath, I lick my lips, and glance around. I don’t think anyone has noticed us yet. Our disguises are working. I guess you don’t need to try as hard as I do though. I don’t want to say that you’re not real. I think that maybe you are, but I know that they can’t see you. Even I can’t always see you, but I can feel you. Your hand on my shoulder, your claws tapping away at my skin, digging in every now and then to make my body shudder.
By Holding Hands With Shadows5 years ago in Psyche
“Andoumboulou Vorfreude”
We are all an andoumboulou, a rough draft of humanity, a work in progress until our guaranteed demise. What we leave behind could be some of the joy that we had felt in our lives, even before we understood it to be joy, before we anticipated it to occur, our vorfreude.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Psyche
