anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
Black
I googled the definition of suicidal today. It scared me. I would've never thought myself suicidal because I don't consciously think about killing myself. I don't want to kill myself at all. I don't even want to die. But the definition I read didn't mention anything about wanting to do it. It just said that a suicidal person is someone who is deeply depressed and is likely to commit suicide. Likely to. That could mean anything. It could mean that I could just get so deep in my depression that I just up and kill myself one day. That's not what I want. That's not what I want! THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT!
By Akilah Simpson5 years ago in Psyche
Scattered
Fuck. My mind is a messy, whirling vortex of noise. In the time of writing those first two sentences I have since installed Grammarly on my Chromebook, becomes confused as to how to actually install it on, and started playing an ASMR video courtesy of Calliope Whispers. Whilst finishing this sentence I have since skipped the Grammarly app and simply downloaded the Chrome extension.
By JC Cansdale-Cook5 years ago in Psyche
Tangled
I walked out behind a man at the coffee shop, and yelled, “Hey, Sir! You forgot your murse!”, a fancy word for man purse, but he didn’t seem to hear me. I ran back to pay for my coffee and ran to catch up with him as he turned the corner. He was only a few minutes ahead. I kept yelling and chasing after him to give him back his backpack. Before we knew it, I saw him go inside his apartment building, as I turned the corner. I had no choice since I was already there, to look inside his murse, perhaps his Driver’s license has his apartment number on it. I pulled his wallet out and read his card, Charles Anthony Brenton 18551 Trophy Club Apt 461. Dallas TX. I could not help but notice the bands of hundreds in the murse. It had to be at least Twenty Thousand that would set me free from this financial downfall I am drowning in along with all the other refinements in my life.
By Thanh Vuong5 years ago in Psyche
Welcome to Lizzieland
Today I got a visit from my friend Lizzie. I have no idea when exactly Lizzie came into my life. What I do know is that she has been a constant in my everyday rustics for quite some time. Lizzie is the kind of friend that is smart and obnoxious at the same time. For instance, I have a plan to go to the supermarket to buy bread, but something happens along the way that prevents me to go at the appointed time. Then lunchtime comes, I don’t have bread. Normally, I would not care, but my friend Lizzie sees that and there she goes. “I told you to get organized, didn’t I? How many times have we gone through this? And now there is no bread, so you can’t make the sandwich, and there is nothing else in the fridge andItoldyoubreadwasneededbutyoudidnotlistenandlookatyouknow….”
By Nora Lunna5 years ago in Psyche
Michele Hefner
Statistics say, according to records gathered in 2017, that roughly 284 million people suffer with anxiety throughout the world. That is an astounding number, however, as big as that is, I still think anxiety is a disorder that so many of us don't understand. In the midst of COVID19, I feel that that number has probably grown, but because its such a looked over disorder, I'm not sure that people truly understand the depth of this disorder and we tend to throw the word around as if it is no big deal; like its an insignificant, momentary thing. And for a lot of us, maybe it is, but for millions out there, anxiety is a real disorder that affects people both mentally and physically. Today, we get a one on one, personal story from Michele Hefner about her experience of living daily, moment to moment, with anxiety and how it has impacted her life, her relationships, as well as the physical ramifications she faces of what so many people brush off.
By Amy Philbert5 years ago in Psyche
After Months of Quarantining, Can I Cope With My Social Anxiety?
It’s been almost a year since we all bunkered down for the first time in response to the COVID-19 outbreak. For most of those months, I’ve been sitting patiently, dreaming about being around people again. Going to clubs, meeting people at parties, and dating again all sounded like music to my ears a few weeks ago. But ever since I moved back to the city from my COVID-induced hiatus, my social anxiety has been ever-growing.
By Zoey Hickman5 years ago in Psyche




