stigma
People with mental illness represent one of the most deeply stigmatized groups in our culture. Learn more about it here.
Episodic Meltdown of Nothing
Going through motions. Silence, pressure, nothing. That's what it feels like. Nothing. Waking up to the confines of self. Not pressured, not rejuvenated. Motivation escapes this mind as the clouds of lost freedom drags me through its atmosphere. Not really living but neither dying as well. A sense of limbo that is just as is. You stay in stagnation for a wave to move by. No hope but the interest of what will take me away. What will change my mind and flip this switch where my mind goes in silence. Triggered by the thought you move around this weight of existence to understand the state you're in. You move your hands around the objects.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Psyche
How a Lipstick Named Gabrielle Fixed My Broken Self
If I’d broken my leg, things would have been entirely different. What is it about a plaster cast that allows strangers to ask what happened? A broken arm, from a slip on the ice. A fractured femur, the result of a skiing accident. Suddenly, the boundary of appropriate questioning breaks down into curiosity, then sympathy. Or the sharing of a similar experience, and comments about healing times and rehabilitation.
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Psyche
The Dark Side of the Writer's Mind
On April 18th, 1941, the body of a woman was found floating lifelessly in the Ouse River in Sussex England. The woman — later identified by her husband as famed author Virginia Woolf — was 59 years of age when she took her life. Eventually shared was a note left behind, which painted the picture of an artist exhausted from her struggle with mental illness, seemingly swallowed whole by the very mind that proved to be so prolific in writing.
By Alan Thompson4 years ago in Psyche
Mental Illness
In the World we know as it is, there is a thing called mental illness. It is something that has been known to people as far back as Ancient China and Greece. Even more or less therapeutic methods has been available to treat mental illness. However, it wasn't until 1883 when mental illness had been properly recorded and diagnosed.
By Lovely Lucia4 years ago in Psyche
Op-Ed: A Third Culture Kid in Pursuit of Clinical Psychology and Three Themes in Chinese Mental Health Research
As a British-born Chinese girl, the idea of entering Psychology as a profession was something that I never considered. However, when I was in secondary school Psychology, it was something I thought about. My family didn't discuss emotions or have discussions about mental health. My parents weren't particularly strict about my academic pursuits. However, I recall having conversations with them about whether I wanted to go into medicine or law. My parents were influenced by my older brother, who studied Psychology. Psychology is a stable and rewarding career. They have been supportive of my desire to become a Clinical Psychoologist.
By Hannah Wilkins4 years ago in Psyche
ADHD Ask: Why Do You Make ‘Nests’ Around the House With Your Stuff?
I was tempted to use a photo of my own workspace for this article, but honestly, I was too embarrassed. Although I have an ‘office room’ with a desk, I move about the house to different places, like some sort of house-nomad (homad?).
By Kristy Westaway4 years ago in Psyche
The Closing Wind
Lying up, staring at the ceiling, thinking, longing. Surrounding him only darkness with the small light that shone from his phone’s screen. Calm music filled the room and surrounded what appeared to be, at first glance, a statue. Motionless, expressionless. Looking closer and closer, two spheres appeared to shine like two moons in the glow from his phone. His eyelids, flickering shut from time to time, only to be reopened every so often with a stream running through and from them. Going deeper we see a dark figure, towering over him, consuming him, becoming him. He gathers enough energy to start to rise from his bed, the figure still looming over him, surrounding him. He goes downstairs, puts on a coat, and leaves. That evening 3 moons could be seen, the one in the sky, and the two eyes, sparkling in the moonlight.
By Karol A Kubicki4 years ago in Psyche
