humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
The Terrible Fog
I remember lying on the living room floor on my side, the worn, smooth wooden planks pressing into my cheek. I felt heavy, leaden, and each breath was a struggle – like my chest was sandwiched between two brick walls. My arms limp in front of me, my legs curled up to my stomach, I was simply staring at myself in the mirror we had nailed horizontally on the wall to make the room seem bigger.
By Davia Buchacher4 years ago in Psyche
Encapsulated Mother
Encapsulated mother In his fabulous book entitled Going Sane, Adam Philips, an author and psychoanalyst wrote that at times becoming depressed, schizoid or otherwise mentally incapacitated is the only sane thing our mind can do. It is my feeling and suspicion that after experiencing a series of lockdowns many of us would recognize the truth in this statement. That at times going insane is the only sane thing we can do because the circumstances are beyond what we have experienced thus far and there are no examples of coping in our histories and experiences thus far. I’ve been struggling a lot with my mental health over the last year, more so than in previous years. Depression was not new to me. I remember when my son was around three, I would often withdraw to an unknown mental space to the point that he would slap me and shout: ‘Mummy, come back. Mummy, come back.’ I would of course awake at that instant but these withdrawal moments were frequent. Mothers with mental health problems, if they are like me, feel that they are in precarious positions. They may feel that as soon as they were to admit to their struggles, they will either be accused of not loving their children enough or that they will be deemed as unfit for purpose. This just exacerbates the problem and prolongs the suffering and a feeling that there are no solutions.
By Alicja Pyszka-Franceschini4 years ago in Psyche
Generational Sleepwalking & Honing the Power of Awakening
Living is an art in itself. Waking up to God’s creation each day, as an artist ready to create his destiny. We are all dancing through a dream as co-creators of our very experience. But we have long forgotten our power and fallen victim to various societal forces.
By Bridget Vaughn4 years ago in Psyche
Looking Back
There was a time when the world we live in was filled with magic and mystery and every human being participated in it on a daily basis. This was a time people of the Earth on all continents and in every country had a deep connection to nature and the land they lived on.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Psyche
Dreams Inebriated
If you ask anyone who knows me, they will tell you that I am not an animal lover. I admire them from afar and respect them but do not look to me to have them for pets. What is odd is that I've wanted a dog for some time now, more like an emotional support dog. For as long as I can remember, the majority of my dreams have had animals in them. They tend to rotate from exotic cats to rats; some have been nightmares. My goal is to find out what they mean so you can find me Googling 2:30 in the morning in a cold sweat.
By teisha leshea4 years ago in Psyche
They Don’t Just Love Them, Men Truly Desire Bitches
Last weekend, my friend needed me to be his Vanna Black at a pop-up event. He owns a clothing store and wanted a gorgeous woman to help him reel in customers. I obliged. The event was a mashup of comedy, music, food, and drinks. After being on lockdown for nearly a year, it always feels so good to be social and amongst the people. As I was standing by a clothing rack of coats, a short man approached me. He wanted to know if I was the coat-check girl. Incredulous at this suggestion, I told him “no, why would he think I’m the coat check girl?” The convo descended into corny banter that eventually culminated in him asking for my number. I declined. When he asked me why? I simply replied, “I don’t date.” (This was a lie, but I declined to add the rest of the sentence. I don’t date men like him.) To my surprise, he rather obnoxiously and arrogantly retorted, “You big fat loss.” Of course, I laughed. I mean, this man was short. His breath smelled like a garbage truck. He was not attractive by most people’s standards. How on earth could it be my loss? Suddenly, I was slightly annoyed at myself. Why had I been so gracious to him? Perhaps, if I had delivered the brutal honesty that he so desperately needed, he wouldn’t be strutting away like he was the bee’s knees. After all, men will always appreciate and desire a “bitch”.
By Jacqueline Atulip4 years ago in Psyche
When Impulsivity Is a Fear-based Trauma Response
When I was 6 she went through job training through the state and became employed, working a near minimum wage job and earning a paycheck for the first time since my birth. My whole life I knew we had less than. I knew it from the low-income apartments with cockroaches and I knew it by the clunky cars we drove. I knew it by the fighting, violence, and police being called on us.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Psyche
Stalking
What is the psychology of an aggressive stalker, well sadly I had to research the topic, because I am being aggressively stalked by an ex maybe or an ex of one of my exes, or simply people not in my life anymore. It's a life ruining experience and makes someone not trust anyone eventually. When I do try trusting again after along time of not, well I am showed exactly why I don't trust people. If only one person I come into contact with could not be worthless asshole who enables this behavior, condones it and allows it to continue.
By I am me Amanda Nissen/Champion4 years ago in Psyche
Birth Stoned
When I was young, though I don’t feel old now… I hit the road and drove around the country all alone. I just decided I’d leave, 5 weeks that time. It’s something I did once in a while. Sometimes with friends for a weekend; times a journey into the abyss; some casual cross-country road trips. Whatever it is, I feel like I am my truest self when I am out in the open, between some mountains - in my spaceships - alone in the wind. When I experience freedom from all things is when I can be my truest self, if you can imagine that. It sounds so obvious but some people never even consider it.
By Lolly Paige Lennox4 years ago in Psyche
Depression
It hurts to move forward when the thoughts come in and won't stop. I'm told to act happy and bring a smile, but that mask is suffocating. No matter how big I smile or how engaged I seem, my mind is spinning. That constant movement is exhausting, and I just want to sleep.
By Courtney Ann4 years ago in Psyche
