humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Everyone Knows, One Helps
Everyone Knows, One Helps I can say with certainty that my childhood was rough. There will always be someone who had it worse, but therapy and memes have taught me that comparative suffering isn’t useful. With a narcissistic mother and a bipolar father, my siblings and I were caught in the fray and all reacting as we best knew how, trying to protect the younger sibling or siblings as much as we could. When home is a warzone, you learn to find solace somewhere else. Anywhere else, really. I clung to teachers and mentors, soaked up affection from friends and their parents, and threw myself into every activity I could manage to avoid extra time at home.
By Elizabeth Hunter5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Wellness
My 2021 fresh start is my mental well being. I believe that that is a big concern around the whole world since this virus has entered main stage and what we have also learned it attacks our mental health as well as our physical health. The results mentally have become overwhelming and in my opinion have outweighed the virus itself. The worse being not able to be with our loved ones before their departure from earth.
By Traci Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Giving Voice
Where do you go when you resent having to live? The room is mostly dark, backlit by a dull side table lamp, vague shapes are all I can see beyond the harsh glow of my laptop’s screen. I haven’t left this room, barring trips to the bathroom or to fix a peanut butter sandwich, in two days. People are anathema right now and so I hide in the soothing tones of noise cancelling headphones and the safe disconnect of a tv screen. I do not like my life.
By David Zwakenberg5 years ago in Psyche
Key Things To Know About Comfort Zone
I received this forward on WhatsApp the other day from one of my friends. As I read it, while I agreed with it initially in the nick of the moment, I kept reading it. As I did that, more discoveries about "comfort zone" happened in me.
By Ganesh Kuduva5 years ago in Psyche
Dream House
I was ten years old when I first wanted to be an architect. At the time, my immunization documents were completed to join my mother in the United States finally. My grandmother and I went to the embassy so I could get an interview as the final step to getting my visa approved. I remember sitting in what felt like the most oversized living room I had ever been in. I was way too short for my age, so I felt a miniature size green army doll. I looked up and could not look down for what felt like hours. The detail had me mesmerized. The walls were ivory white with high ceilings and columns in every corner. I felt as though I was in a house within a house. Squared tiles hung from the ceiling as it stood still. I don’t remember every detail because memories of me freaking out over the first time I got my period drowns it. I left the embassy with the lingering thought that I want to build something like this one day. To me, whoever could create something so big had a mental capacity most lack. The patience that older generations don’t seem quite to grasp. To me, whoever built that embassy had no fears, and I also wished to lack in that department.
By Jayceon Kai Royale5 years ago in Psyche
Can't We All Just Pretend to Love Me?
I'm not entirely sure where to begin because the world I live in isn't whimsical nor horrific. I have every reason to be normal, every reason to be happy, but...I'm not? In fact, I can list a hundred thousand reasons why I'm not. The problem is there's not a soul who cares. Oh, I know, there's so many wonderful people in your life, Cici! I've heard it all before. I hear it from my two happily married parents, from my two sisters, occasionally even from my kid brother, from my best friend and his wife, from my husband, from strangers on the internet.
By Cici Woods5 years ago in Psyche
