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Rewiring the Brain, One Barn Owl at a Time.
Writing a research paper was supposed to be mundane. Granted, the word ‘research’ itself implies an informative and somewhat stimulating process, but/however that applies only when the subject being researched is of actual interest. Yet, as I stared at the prompt intensely, scavenging my brain for compelling topics, I couldn’t help but come to a paralyzing realization: what the hell does one write about barn owls? And, better yet, how the hell do I make it interesting enough for the reader to actually finish reading?
By Kristina Hrodz4 years ago in Psyche
Metamorphosis
Papilio intrusion I sit at the desk. Corporate world. Yeah. Corporate rules, corporate fruits, corporate grins across the corporate office. Corporate laughs! You can’t forget about those. I look at the monitor to see my daily tasks and devour the keyboard as an appetizer before my corporate lunch. Only 3 euros, mind you *wink wink/peace sign/smiley face*. Some thoughts intrude my working mind, “focus!” — I yell at myself. Got to focus and deliver.
By Elliott Black4 years ago in Psyche
Moving and Transitioning During COVID
The pandemic (pandemonium, panini press - whatever euphemism you might be using lately to relate to this period with a bit of lightness) has asked so much of each of us, made many concessions to the lives we used to know, and has not yet shown a sign of disappearing entirely anytime soon. As an Acceptance and Commitment (ACT) based clinician, I am in the business of quality enhancement and working to choose valued action despite the discomfort we face in our lives.
By Joey Salvatore4 years ago in Psyche
Importance of Love and Dreams in Our Everyday Lives
Importance of Love and Dreams in Our Everyday Lives Dreams are a part of our everyday lives, and they can be a source of deep meaning and significance. Dreams can also be a source of deep meaning and significance. They give us an opportunity to explore parts of ourselves that we might not otherwise have access to. In the process, we may come to understand aspects of our own personality or even find clues as to what is going on in our lives.
By tabinda khalid4 years ago in Psyche
The hotel room
Lighter. Pipe. Wallet. Cell phone. Cigarettes. And an undoubtably clear view of where the night was going. I had been awake for 5 days. I hadn’t eaten in 4. Don’t get me wrong I work, and I work damn hard too. But I got a call at the end of my shift that day to meet up with an old friend in a new town. Fresh hotel sheets, a hot shower, a fancy meal, oh hell a warm body to hold, of course I was going. I had been homeless all through the winter, it was nearly may and I could still feel the bitter cold in my fingers.
By Ashley Schluter4 years ago in Psyche
“Practice these principles in all our affairs.”
The meeting was with the global CEO and the top brass of the ad agency where I worked (all men, naturally). I wanted to convince them to allow me to start my own business (using a process I’d created as an employee) while keeping a relationship (and source of revenue) with my employer.
By Kay Allison4 years ago in Psyche
How to Stop Negative Self-Talk
It wasn’t until an evening session with my therapist in 2019 that it occurred to me how negatively I talked to myself. I was very new to therapy and was still hesitant to dig deep, when a self-deprecating joke bounced out of my mouth nonchalantly.
By Haley Jones4 years ago in Psyche
The River Nile and its contribution to ancient Egyptian Civilization Opinion Essay.
Nonetheless, they considered it a great gift from God as and it was said to be responsible for the productivity of the lands located along its waters. This is because the river flowed across desert land, which was the more reason for the people to appreciate its waters.
By EBONY MOORE4 years ago in Psyche
No Escape - The Invisible Man
The very last breath of my life was noticed by only one soul. One slow, knowing exhale and I finally let myself go as I heard the final call “hoo hooo hoo?” The night owl that had been calling to me every night was the only connection I had left with the outside world, the only communication I had day after day, and night after night. I had become invisible. The invisible man. People moved around me, moved me around, talked around me, and worst of all? They talk about me as though I was not even there! I screamed in my head that I was alive! That I could hear them, but no one heard, not one single soul, until the old barn owl started to visit, and then I wasn’t alone anymore. I was so scared to die alone, so scared that no one at all would notice when I took my last breath, that no one would see when my soul left my body, that no one would care when it happened. The owl would notice, he would care, and he had to be enough because he was all that I had.
By Suzanne Arden 4 years ago in Psyche
Anxiety
"This piece is about mental health awareness and the struggle many people face every single day. It is not meant as a diagnostic tool or to give any medical advice whatsoever. Every individual has their own story and their own treatment plan, so even if you see part of yourself in this piece, it's vital that you seek the help of a trained professional. It IS okay not to be okay."
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Psyche
