humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The pharmacy of the future
The pharmacy of the future With an underfunded NHS and aging population there are enormous challenges ahead for UK healthcare. But springing up to meet them are new technologies offering greater accuracy and efficiency, better ways to engage with patients and more personalised care as well as making better use of scant resources. It’s a form of digital disruption that will open up new opportunities as the role of pharmacies changes in line with NHS and patient needs. So how will tomorrow’s pharmacies use new technologies to empower themselves, their business and their customers? We take a look at some of the options.
By William Solano4 years ago in Humans
How I earned the name 'Nursey'
I never thought I did well under pressure. I cry easily when I get stressed, my heart races and I need work hard to fight back tears. Working in a stressful position as a Travel Agent for six years didn't build up immunity to the onslaught of emotions that being yelled at by clients, or having to work up the courage to call them about a price increase, would bring about.
By Rachael Williams4 years ago in Humans
ENBODYMENT
Up until my twenty-eighth year of life, it never once occurred to me that maybe I have the right to like the way I look. I was a tomboyish kid who spent summers in gym shorts and t-shirts; then a high school nobody constantly torn between the Old Navy graphic tees I felt most comfortable in versus the slim-fit Hollister and American Eagle tops I saw my far more popular classmates wearing; then an undergrad who almost had a panic attack when my friend tried to get me to borrow her lacy blouse on my twenty-first birthday; and then a young adult who craved androgyny but for some reason could never quite make it work.
By Kelsey O'Regan (they/them/theirs)4 years ago in Humans
Creative Story Of The Human
Point. A small, dark patch lost in the depths of the blue, shot from white peaks in the east interspersed with thin veins of granite rocks emanating from the bluish glow of snow, over the fragrant grass of the plateau where herds of red deer galloped.
By muskan shakya4 years ago in Humans
The Real Me
I’m not someone who easily loves herself, most girls have felt this way. But for me, it was something that turned out to be a horror story before I realized who I really was. Let me start off by saying this isn’t a story about realizing I’m beautiful the way I am. It goes much deeper and scarier than that. I had to meet the darkest parts of myself and that was a nightmare. It was more than insecurity that consumed my self-destructive nature. You see, I believe myself to be an empath, an old soul, a person who is consumed by their own darkness and others. Before I get into the story, I just want to warn you this one is a bit dark. I’m not sure how it started but my mom told me I would tell her stories growing up about a man following me. She kept her eye out but then it got old. She thought I was lying until I turned 24. This man I was talking about, who followed me was a shadow in my mind. Or as I started calling him, Satan. I was living with someone who grew to be my best friend. I started thinking self-destructive thoughts while I was with her. I would like to add that I was also going to school and working at the time. Trying to find my place in this world. The shadow man, I don’t remember as a kid. He must have lasted only for a brief while and then vanished. I think that as a kid, I would find myself feeling alone and abandoned all the time. I knew I was different, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. It was a natural instinct. Once, I felt this way. My insecurities took over my mind and I think that’s when the shadow man would visit me. This time he visited me when I was 24, in love, infatuated, and obsessed. I was obsessed with not being alone and being with this person that showed me the darkest parts of myself. Once that happened, after a stressful fight we had about me being into someone else. I heard a voice in my head, very loud, and strong, tell me to go outside. It was like it was something that was going to save me from my thoughts. I had thoughts like She’s a witch, her mom’s a witch, there all witches and they are planning to destroy me. The mom went to Mexico to put a hex on me. I must get out! Making up stories in my head is a thing that I’ve always done not so healthy. That was one I can remember thinking; I took things people told me and twisted it in my head. It can be dark, scary, and lonely when all you know is the dark thoughts in your head to be the basic stories you tell yourself. I wasn’t always telling scary stories in my head but at this time in my life they became obsessive. I think it was an escape from reality, reality was hard for me to face at this time. I couldn’t for the life of me stay in a classroom as a paraeducator, no one wanted me, or felt I was good enough. School, well it was a lot of work, and I was taking classes that involved a lot of my time. I just couldn’t find a happy place to be in. Especially in my relationship, I was an away from home for the first time. My first long relationship was a toxic one. So, I lost it. When I went outside after hearing the voice, it immediately told me it was God and that I was the chosen one. When I came back inside, I had no idea it would become a dark beginning to a journey that would lay ahead. Satan’s daughter is here! It said. I didn’t know that it meant Satan’s daughter was my girlfriend at the time. I was terrified of her, like she really was here on earth to destroy me, the chosen one. I made her get up out of bed and started yelling and clapping in her face calling her all kinds of names that a “Satan’s daughter” would be called. The unfortunate thing is that, I had no remorse. I seriously thought I had to do this. Destroy her! The voices help shouting in my head. All that I knew was that here I was standing in front of someone I loved demeaning them of who they were. It wasn’t all dandelions and roses between us. She was constantly degrading me of my character before I went insane. It was like my mind couldn’t take it anymore, so I finally did the same back. She was so upset she started hitting the wall. Yelling at me back, “You’re so weak and immature” “Get out!”. I was like in my mind this isn’t working, so the voices in my head said Once you leave, she’ll have no one and then she’ll die like she’s supposed to. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I started walking back and forth talking to the voices trying to convince God that there must be another way. Leave now! The voices shouted. I didn’t want her to die, so I stayed. She told me to get in her car and that she was taking me back to my family. She didn’t want to deal with me any longer. The ride was silent but, in my head, the voice of God was mad at me telling me I messed up and that I should’ve left. Luckily, I didn’t. I wouldn’t have gotten the help I needed from the streets. I had to say goodbye to her, Satan’s daughter, even though I was afraid of her. I left and went inside; it was night-time, and I saw a black shadowed man talking to me It’s Satan! The voices said. I got up from the couch and yelled at him telling him to go away, telling him that I was the chosen one. It began to talk to me, telling me that he was here to talk my family. I said no, take me instead. “You’re worthless!” it shouted. It was in this moment I realized that I didn’t care for myself and even if it was real, I would have given myself away to it. It told me it was going after my sister and I pleaded it to take me. it proceeded to tell me I was worthless. So, it disappeared and ran into my sister’s room where I followed it and then I told her it was inside of her. She awakened, scared, and confused. She ran to my parent’s room because I was acting possessed, she said. The next day, I ended up in an ambulance and then the crisis center which eventually I was taken to a psych ward. I got on medication and it slowly helped me get back to a normal state of mind. I still struggle with negative thoughts and anxiety. However, what this experience has taught me is that no matter how far down a dark hole I get. I’m able to bounce back and become even more resilient. If I didn’t have the ability to become resilient in this situation then I would be in a very bad place.
By Cerina Galvan4 years ago in Humans
Simplicity Is the Key to a Happy Life
“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” — Confucius As I pause and think about this quote, I realize how much modern life has brought complexity to our lives. Too many people are making their lives more complicated than it has to be, adding more stress to their lives.
By Kristina Segarra4 years ago in Humans
Decoding the Ancient Language of the Planets and Stars: Learning How to Speak the Native Tongue of Your Soul!
Decoding the Ancient Language of the Planets and Stars: Learning How to Speak the Native Tongue of Your Soul! The Past Reveals so Much About the Future: Using the Ancient Tool of Astrology to Decode Your Purpose!
By learn and earn4 years ago in Humans
New Age Living
Am I supposed to deal with this for the rest of my life? At least before I had some kind of reason to feel this way. But things are going so well. So why do I feel so much sadness? Part of it has to do with the overwhelming fear that something bad will happen because things are going so well. Another part of it is because I still heavily struggle with the notion that I deserve good things to happen to me. Then there’s the constant droning of overthinking and over-analyzing every little thing. That’s the sh*t that kills me.
By Karlie Steadman 4 years ago in Humans
