medicine
The medicalization of mental illness has given rise to many forms of pharmacological relief that restore chemical imbalances in one's brain.
The Monsters We Can't Escape
Fear is a peculiar thing—it thrives in the shadows, growing stronger in solitude. When left alone with our thoughts, we begin to see things that may or may not exist. The image of a young girl curled up in the corner of a deteriorating room, surrounded by ominous figures, is a chilling representation of this concept. It is a scene that speaks to the very nature of fear, the kind that tightens around us when we feel most vulnerable.
By Tasnuba Humayra11 months ago in Psyche
Chapter XVII: The Sovereign of Shadows
The wind shrieked, calling me through the hollow arches of my empire, and shared the whispers of those from which I had long departed. They did not capitulate, they did not bend the knee—those stubborn flames in their unyielding commitment who were steadfast in grisly devotion to my cause even while I drifted into infinite nothingness. I stand now before the stripped down bones of my empire, their magnificence reduced to chambers of resonating echo and thrones of dust. *Why have I returned?* The question coils in my heart like the serpent of eternal regret. Perhaps it is the burden of promises I once scarred into the flesh of memory now bleeding through the cracks of time. Or perhaps it is the truth that solitude, even from this frayed kingdom, is a reprieve from the honeyed mumble of humankind. Humanity—how shameless a pantomime! They murmur constantly of virtues they loathe, and in the very next breath, dive into the sins of their own disdain. Their laugh, a knife—that roasts, and their kindness, a mask stuck to rotten flesh. I have tasted their "compassion," a goblet of vinegar, and spit it back into oblivion. They are the architects of their own suffering, bringing offerings of opinions about the innocence of gutting like lambs to a slaughterhouse. Weakness masquerades as strength in their world—a monstrous breeding from the bones of gentle chitterers.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH11 months ago in Psyche
In My Life. Content Warning.
We have been asked to "Share a transformative moment from your mental or emotional journey" and to be honest, I have had several in my life, so I will share a few that have happened to me and either changed my beliefs or strengthened them. As time passes, we should learn from things and use them to help ourselves move forward.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Psyche
Change is a Part of Life
In the Sonapur village, the old mango tree was casting a shadow as the sun set. The slender dirt road where Rohan used to play was bathed in golden light. Now, years later, he was returning after a long time, a stranger to the place he once called home.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy11 months ago in Psyche
No One Dies Here Tonight
"No One Dies Here Tonight" A Murder A Mother A Search for Justice This Is MY True Story The sound of a heart monitor, and I quickly became acutely aware of the thumping beats of my heart, like a set of drums to a tune played on my phone. However, there were no accompanying instruments and my phone wasn't playing itunes.
By Susan Payton11 months ago in Psyche
