personality disorder
Personality disorders are as complex as they are misunderstood; delve into this diagnosis and learn the typical cognitions, behaviors, and inner experience of those inflicted.
The Veil Of Mental Health
As much as I wanted to explain personal experiences in the segment, it is also my intent to hopefully help someone that is unsure of their own well being. I have 40 plus years of hands on life experience that I am willing to share and open up about it. The years have gone by in a stale desensitized state for about 30 years. My descentisized state was of the mind with a constant barrage of medications. Hospitalization was the start of this haphazard medley of misunderstandings with mixed communications and perceptions of reality from what was expected from a youth in the 1980s. The type of youth that was raised by Christian parents, that never talked of Christianity or even life for that matter. My sibling is younger by 5 years so any actions by an older brother was watched, scrutinized and put in the memory for future recall, at least that is what I believe now. Marijuana was big, so was hash back in the 1980s in the city I lived. Until I found LSD. Yup, chemical shit, not to too mention mushrooms also. Shit went sideways for a long fucking time. Even to this day it can be hard to fathom why I'm still here after the countless adventures, and close calls even with the cops at the the time. Hindsight now is actually a reality check. The best way to provide context for all the above sentences would be, I did this and caused my delusional path. The delusional path is also a good path from where I am today. What Iran is that mental health in the ,80s was bad, not as bad as even earlier as depicted in tv shows, but actually similar in the sense that you are always going to be looked upon as a person mental health afflictions. I accept it now because I can. I would like to clarify that even though this was started by my own hand, the help I received was not, and it was much more diabolical, dark and unforgiving. Adults involved in my best interest were not as one may have expected. Medications only, no talk therapy, do as I say and shut down my own personal voice and wishes for myself. I do remember talking with someone or even myself when shit went downhill. I was making delusional deals with myself. These deals are now traumas I'm dealing with almost daily. I honestly don't feel as bad as I had years back and maybe, maybe it's because I'm writing. My journals are a bloody mess of my own psychobabble and butchered poetry and fragmented documentations of my journey. This platform is where I experimented, with poetry and short stories. Not all was here, most is still iny logs. I will continue to write in psyche in hopes that someone may benefit from this. I by no means am encouraging or discouraging, just showing what comes to pen and paper. The help of today is better I feel, but also needs to improved upon greatly. I say this because age is something of a state of mind, not a course of treatment, and everyone's neurological structure is different because of their insurance to trauma, fight or flight and even rest and digest. Please accept my apologies for broken sentence structures, punctuation and train of thought as I write this. Be well. Talk to you soon.
By Vinn Black5 months ago in Psyche
it’s okay to disappear
Ghosting everyone because you’re lost inside yourself—and why that doesn’t make you a bad friend. There are seasons in life when you suddenly find yourself slipping away from everyone. Not out of spite, not because you stopped caring, but simply because you don’t know what’s happening inside you anymore.
By Zakir Ullah5 months ago in Psyche
Who Supports the Support System?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the one people turn to. The listener. The problem-solver. The “strong” one. At first, it felt good. There’s a kind of pride that comes with being dependable—the person who can carry other people’s pain without flinching. Friends called me their “rock.” Family relied on me to keep things together. At work, I was the one who could handle the pressure without breaking.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Psyche
I Was the Strong One Until It Broke Me
Introduction People often admire the strong one in the room—the person who always has answers, who never seems shaken, who offers comfort when everyone else is falling apart. I was that person. I wore strength like armor, smiling when I was tired, listening when I needed to be heard, giving when I had nothing left.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Psyche
I Was the Strong One Until It Broke Me
For as long as I can remember, people have seen me as “the strong one.” The dependable friend. The sibling who always listens. The co-worker who steps up when things fall apart. I carried that title like a badge of honor, proud that others trusted me, proud that I could be the one who held everyone together.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Psyche
I Didn’t Know These Common Habits Were Signs of Mental Health Issues
“I thought I was just being careful, just being tired, just being introverted. But it turns out the little habits I brushed off as harmless were quiet signals my mind had been sending all along.”
By Zakir Ullah6 months ago in Psyche
Why Vulnerability is My Greatest Strength — Healing Through Honest Connection
I used to think that strength meant keeping everything inside. That if I never let anyone see me cry, break, or struggle, I would somehow appear stronger. For years, I wore a mask—smiling when I wanted to scream, nodding when I wanted to collapse, and pretending everything was “fine” when, deep down, I was drowning.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Psyche
How do you control your emotions when life gets tough?
The emotions. Something so irrational that it awakens feelings in us that are sometimes difficult to deal with. You’ve probably faced a complicated situation at some point in your life, right? And maybe you even felt like you were unable to take responsibility and control their emotions.
By Tarek Rakhiess6 months ago in Psyche
