stigma
People with mental illness represent one of the most deeply stigmatized groups in our culture. Learn more about it here.
A Life for a Life. Content Warning.
My mother planted her voice deep inside my mind. A voice so obnoxious and strident that my autonomy collapsed into a dark corner. She taught me that love was synonymous with abusive control. She mentally imprisoned me to behave only in ways that appeased her. Her love, kindness, and care would vanish when I stepped out of line. Poof! Gone in a cloud of her cigarette smoke. For thirty years, I was chained to her every desire. Each decision I made, person I dated, or friend I had was all for her approval, her favor, her love. In her eyes, if I truly loved her, I would live my life for her. A life that she never got to live. A life that was stolen from her.
By Kaneene Pineda2 years ago in Psyche
How To Regain Energy
This is for all the introverts, the neurodivergent's, the empaths, the overworked (yes, that includes parents) and those feeling burned out, because a lot is demanded of you or you're perhaps feeling overwhelmed in a world where you are expected to constantly be present, to interact and to 'conform' or people please.
By Jasmine Morris2 years ago in Psyche
Why Troubled Children Have an Increased Trauma In Society. Content Warning.
As a former "troubled child" I learned two things normal communication even in the 90s was difficult for me. One, I learned no one listens. Two, if I have a meltdown I will be restrained. Most troubled children like myself when restrained by professionals who wouldn't listen to me traumatized me enough but being able to not move embraced with a professional gripping my hands. That was beyond traumatizing. I didn't know this was still a common practice until I overheard one of my peers who is a major in Psychology interning at some nonprofit agency that's similar to the 90s verse of Latch Key.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Psyche
The Importance of Mental Health Awareness in Society
Researching the bewildering maze of life, the covered power cutting our trip - our critical prosperity - is reliably excused. As a peculiar chief, it assembles the musicality of our world, the chance of our planned endeavors, and the curve and weft of our overall people. Investigating this, might we at some point skip further into the persuading importance with respect to very close flourishing thought, fixing its moving nuances like how we cross the tangled methods of our cerebrums.
By danete compton2 years ago in Psyche
Training Psychiatric Service Dogs
I had the idea for this article several years ago, but here recently I have had the overwhelming urge to write it as I have been faced with reports of several "professionals" (whether lawyers or doctors or even staff at libraries or restaurants) having insistence on knowing what certification the dog has passed, stating that in order to be a service dog that it has to have special papers, or deeming a well-behaved service dog unwelcome simply because it has no identification.
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 years ago in Psyche
I Feel Powerless. Content Warning.
Rough morning, already wake up to my husband calling me I was happy about that. I know it has nothing to do with me per say. I wish there were laws with countries that protected others. Unfortunately, that's not how the world works. My toxic mother-in-law has crossed the line many times. Involving me and my husband, I never had a choice the way she fights is like a cobra with psychological warfare. I never know when she will strike, I wish I had a cigarette this morning. She has stolen my husband's money, she has stole what little found he has to find my nephew instead of walking her fucking lazy ass to the story because taking my husband's food is more I don't know demented. I don't have a choice it's not like my mother no Petra Aurelien is relentless. There are rats in the house, garbage around the outside and food set in the open. I wish my husband would just report her to the cops and she would be sent to Jail and my father in law walks around the house in front of my husband traumatizing him further he is naked. When I was there thankfully, he never did that, but there attitudes have changed to show there true colours. What's worse is I've not seen my husband in a year and I get to witness all this shit and not have a say on my husband's safety. Do you know how it feels I can't do anything about this. I'm tired of seeing him suffer no one deserves this. With each passing day, my husband sinks deeper into depression and the only thing protecting him is God. My worst fear is what if these people take things to far and he can't take it no more and tries to take his own life. I want justice for everything they did to him thus far I want justice so bad I crave it. I will not lose my husband anymore; I wish there was a way to report these crimes even though I'm all the way here.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Psyche





