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Addiction Recovery
“You only live once”, “Make the most of everyday”, “Live each day like it’s your last.” I would hear these statements all to often, and they were always from people who were in a good place in their lives. Fair play, these people always wanted to share that life was worth living, but they could have given me a million pounds, a mansion and all the trimmings, it would not have made me any happier.
By Neil Curran5 years ago in Psyche
The Other Side of Suicide
When I eventually snapped out of it, I discovered to my astonishment that life actually got much better. Because, hey, if death was on the table, then so was taking an impromptu trip to Vegas and blowing $800 on a necklace. (I only did that once, and honestly, zero regrets. It's one of my favorite things and I wear it all the time.) My eyes were opened to the many, many paths of escalation available to me before reaching the nuclear option.
By Rachel Lee5 years ago in Psyche
A List of Common Gaslighting Phrases to Look Out For
Gaslighting is a form of emotional-abuse that is used to make the target question their reality. While gaslighting can be used unintentionally by unhealthy adults, it is most often used on purpose as a tool of emotional-control. People who gaslight to gain control of others are committing emotional abuse, and are likely using other forms of manipulation to control the thoughts, feelings, and behaviours of others, such as smear-campaigns, the silent-treatment, and passive aggressive behaviour.
By Rachel M.J5 years ago in Psyche
Healing From Within
This is my story, and no one else's. Whether I made the right choices or wrong ones, they were my choices. They made me who I am, and have taught me many valuable lessons. This is only one version of me. I still have many others. This is only one glimpse, once small, yet large part of what made me into the cynical, sarcastic, guarded person I am.
By Ang Williams5 years ago in Psyche
Understanding Trauma
Our first article explored the (3) different types of trauma, today let's take a look at some of the symptoms that can accompany each of these. While many of them are the same, the difference is that in the latter 2, the sufferer may have more severe long-term effects as a result of longer-term trauma.
By Rebecca Brooks5 years ago in Psyche
This Moment
Always, never and always. That is what I keep remembering my old self saying all the time. ALWAYS this, or NEVER that. If I could find a way to eliminate these concepts from the cycle I could jump the Horizontal scales and redirect these hiccups far far far from here. There is certainly comfort here, comfort in the unknown. The fear is so tangible and unwelcome in the same moment I see it all the same. Lose my voice, fall short of the grandour I imagine all too well to be real until I convince myself otherwise. These inner demons, bla bla bla. That opposing baffle set up to persuade you out of being your true self. Imagine having a complete internal dialogue all day long streaming non stop and being authenticated by the visual world, the only hinderance is the belief behind the power we all face within ourselves. How deep has this governing voice been implanted within the pathways of our subconscious, showing up like pop up ads right before the big leap of faith into the room with no ceiling. Dream dismantlers, usually pertaining to an old model, a version of the self that no longer operates, yet, someone, something somewhere, still processes it and offers it up as an alternative, a long forgotten dream, memory, still wondering if you are thinking of them. It is moments like these that send me off into the wise stares of the old, thru time, seeming to stop. That is when I realize, ALWAYS remember to breath, ok this is vertical, breathing, always breath, though being underwater with out a snorkel or scuba gear could become challenging. Never forget this.
By Agador Sparticus5 years ago in Psyche
Unconscious Adventure
The wind blowing above the tippy treetop, shaking the leaves, allowing flecks of sun like confetti to move and remain in place. Baby green leaves, sprouts of life and complimentary smells of manure are all sure signs of spring. A sultry 86 degrees makes my blood push hot through my veins into my heart and then the extremities and back to center, always back to center, circumventing all of my internals, signaling perspiration to collect on my forehead, my breast and the back of my neck, and then the wind is caught briefly twirling in another direction over the grass, like seaweed on the floor of the ocean dancing with affectation, giving into the pressure of the water passing over, like a good dance partner. Here, in this field there is no water, only wind and yet I can’t help noticing the effect is precisely similar from a gust on the tall grass, to the edge where the farmers alfalfa meets a lazily manicured lawn. The in-between where the grass has not been cut, and the alfalfa ceases to grow, this small line of land on maps recorded at the country clerk is so clearly marked but realistically, it is a thin strip of unknown; one foot trespasses, the other safely at home. I straddle the unknown, and this is the place that I dig my hole.
By Whitney Carman5 years ago in Psyche
Thinking in Movies
There was a lot I'd assumed throughout life. It became one of the neater aspects of my diagnosis. I'd been describing myself as mildly autistic, I just didn't know it. I described myself as a "weird boy" and later as "Mildly to Moderately Spicy". "Only 'weird boys' think those sorts of things," or "I've heard about 'weird boys' that squeeze things they love too hard and kill them,".
By The Passionate Autistic5 years ago in Psyche
