mental health
Mental health and psychology are essential in life extension and leading a healthy and happy life.
Expectations
Expectations... We all have them. They're those ideas that float around our mind before being sewn into the soil of our conscious selves. They grow as weeds from this mental earth, strangling our garden of values and beliefs. Even worse, like weeds, they spread rapidly until our emotions and identities have been altered to suit their needs. Expectations... We all have them, but what can we do about it?
By Justin Gignac9 years ago in Longevity
Body Image
I understand that I, as a female, am complicated. I’m going to tell you a little story about my struggle. Now at the age I am I’m more secure in myself about the way I look. I always thought that I truly was ok. I have forgiven myself. My struggle first started in my teenage years. I know a lot of people might say, but you were young. Yes, I was, but I already had started to figure things out. I had curves, had a body was still just me. I won’t go into detail about the next part just know it was bad. I changed after this incident. I wasn’t beautiful to me. I wasn’t perfect. My innocence was gone. I covered my body so no one would look at it. I was ashamed of it. I was ugly, fat, all around not good enough.
By Danyelle Lewinson9 years ago in Longevity
My Invisible Disability
Hi! My name is Chris and I have an invisible disability! When I was 12 years old I was in school, and I made my way down some bleachers when I found that I couldn't move. I collapsed and everyone laughed, I was mortified. I found that it happened every day since then, and it was worse every time. I thought, "It's in my head, I'm fine." So, I kept it a secret from my family, until I was fifteen.
By Chris Leigh9 years ago in Longevity
Who I Am
My name is James. I am a 19 year old Canadian guy with too much time on my hands. I struggle with a few different things. I have a type of colorblindness called Protanopia. It is a red/green colorblindness and I can't see the color red. Because I don't see red, either because I don't have red photoreceptors, or they were underdeveloped, I also don't see pink, purple, or orange as they are offshoots of red.
By James Groves9 years ago in Longevity
Making Fun of My Own Trauma
Six days after my 11th birthday, the morning after the Year 6 exams, when my whole class had gone out to an indoor activity thing, (God knows if I can remember the name, not that it matters anymore!) I had the joy of opening the door to two police officers.
By Casey Rose9 years ago in Longevity
Just Be You
Growing up is hard and is usually the time when people start to hate themselves. I know I did. Bullies were a big problem for me as they tend to be for many people. Whether you're a kid in school or a adult out in the real world, bullies always seem to know how to hurt you. The things they say day after day start to feel like a poison eating away at you. Slowly you get more and more depressed and your brain tricks you into believing the things they say about you. Your self confidence starts to take a turn for the worse, and eventually you can't even look at your own reflection. You start to hate the color of your hair or the freckles on your face. You start to hate that your thighs touch and all the popular girls have thigh gaps. You start to hate your clothes because someone said they look cheap and trashy.
By Jasmine Quintana9 years ago in Longevity
BiPolar
School was never easy, and not because the information was over my head. School was a problem because there were days, even whole months where opening a book was like plugging it straight into my brain. Information just flowed and I understood without effort. With so little effort, in fact, that I never really learned how to deliberately learn. When I could easily read an instructional manual, turn around, and teach the next person - and they would learn. And then there were months, sometimes years, where I couldn’t learn to save my life. And it might have.
By Casey Parker9 years ago in Longevity
Billie the Bipolar Mess
My name is Billie. I'm 21 and a single mom. But you don't really care about that, do you? You wanna hear about the girl with the problems. How does she survive? What happened to her, well, maybe it was a string of events, who knows? All I know is every day I'm battling with extreme emotions, terrible anxiety, and other things but we'll get to that. I'm not sure when it started exactly. Maybe after my godfather killed himself. Maybe when I was a young child and I was touched by someone I was supposed to be able to trust. It wouldn't be the first time it happened though. I think what really set it off was when my moms boyfriend tried to have sex with me and she found out. Guess what happened. He told her it was my fault. I was coming onto him. Always playing house and flaunting around. She bought it. I was only twelve. That wasn't the end of it though.
By Billie walker9 years ago in Longevity
Embracing Natural Beauty
When it comes to my beauty routine I like to keep it simple, I believe that less in more and soon you will too! We are constantly being discouraged by the media to going out without makeup on. Celebrities are ridiculed relentlessly for this. As photos emphasizing their so-called “imperfections,” are plastered all over the front covers of nearly every magazine. These media outlets are also the largest endorsers for these expensive beauty products. If we stopped using these products, then they would not make money. In order to keep sales on target, they are ruthlessly objectifying us as women and shaping our minds to suit their greed. It is truly disturbing to think about the control that the media has over society and one’s thoughts. Have you ever stopped to think about how many things you are influenced by on a daily basis? How much does the media impact your life and personal decisions?
By Nicole (Nikki) M.9 years ago in Longevity
