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How Inpatient Drug Rehab Center Helps You With Your Addiction
What can i find a drug rehab in Cherry Hill NJ that will benefit me? The answer to this question is as wide-ranging as the population of people seeking drug or alcohol rehab centers. This is because there are so many different kinds of drug and alcohol addiction treatment centers. Some of the most well-known ones are in New York City and Los Angeles, California. Other centers are located in the North East and Midwest parts of the United States, like Cedar Crest Addiction Center in Iowa, or Shepherd Bridge Christian Drug Rehab in Pennsylvania.
By Cyrus Cauthen4 years ago in Psyche
Life is Like a Treadmill, You Never Know What You’re Gonna Get
You know those times in life when there is just way too much going on and you begin to question if you’re able to handle anything at all? I don’t mean externally; too many people to see, too many things to do. I mean internally; too many emotions to process, too much weight on your body coming from somewhere you can’t see or pinpoint directly, if even at all. Those moments when you find yourself gasping for air or praying for something to give. For just an inch of space to open so that you might be able to breathe, to steady yourself and get a grip on things.
By Jilly Amann4 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health: Expectations vs Reality
Do you want to start taking care of your mental health but you are not completely sure? You may have heard many misleading stories, there are many misconceptions about what mental health is.
By Mindsmatter.4 years ago in Psyche
What is Sober Living in Austin, Texas
If you are in the process of looking for an alcohol treatment center, one of the first things you should ask is what is the Sober Living in Austin TX. This is one of the most popular residential drug treatment centers in the country. It has received rave reviews from people all over the country who have received its services. It is conveniently located in the rolling Austin area in a convenient location that is just a short distance from major city locations. Sober Living in Austin TX provides patients with a residential drug rehab facility, a supportive staff, professional medical treatment and so much more.
By Angela Murff4 years ago in Psyche
I Forgot to Take My Anti-Depressant for 1 Week — Here’s What I’ve Learned
For the past week, I just haven’t been feeling right. My depression was worse, my mood was irritable, and I was so anxious.
By That Psych Nerd4 years ago in Psyche
The Ultimate Crash and Recovery - Toni's Story
I drive over again to Traci's house where Toni is visiting her sister for a few days. It is a nice summer morning. I know the way I was just here a week or so ago. It is fun to meet a fraternal twin. They look so much alike. I instantly liked her it was the same way as with Traci. Both are wonderful people. Toni invites me in, and we sit down at the dining room table. I ask her if she has any questions before we begin. Traci already told her everything, so we began the recording almost immediately.
By Gabriella Korosi4 years ago in Psyche
According to research, we have no idea about what we desire.
No one can tell you more about yourself than what you already know once you get to know yourself. But after all, there's a slim chance that we'll ever know everything there is to know about ourselves. Sure, we know who we believe we are, how we think we think, and other such details. However, we are far more complicated than we let on, and far more complex than we admit to ourselves. Implicit biases, heuristics, and a need for conformity are just a few examples of data that demonstrate our limited comprehension of ourselves.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 4 years ago in Psyche
Moody Blues.
We often think of a bad mood as something we need to “snap out of”. Dark clouds of despair, malaise or melancholy are to be surmounted by any means necessary. The good mood, though, the days where you get out on the right side of bed, are to be celebrated and embraced. We’re conditioned to avoid negative emotions, but what if all moods — the good, the bad and the Angry — can help us understand ourselves better?
By Dawn Earnshaw4 years ago in Psyche
Self Betrayal as a Trauma Response
Self-Betrayal Self-betrayal occurs when we learned to deny what we want and need in order to receives love. This can happen in families where people aren’t allowed to express their needs. This pattern started in childhood where a child has to give up their needs in order to survive and not be abandoned or punished.
By Kate Strong4 years ago in Psyche
Not All Depression Is The Same
Depression: when you have it, you know it. Common symptoms: sadness, lethargy, lack of motivation, overeating, undereating, anhedonia (lack of pleasure in doing things), insomnia, oversleeping, "grey-ness", etc.
By Shana Galbraith4 years ago in Psyche
Inner Gaslighting: Are You Gaslighting Yourself?. Top Story - October 2021.
What is Gaslighting? Gaslighting is a form of mental abuse in which a person manipulates another person into doubting their own sanity. The term “gaslighting” comes from the 1938 stage play Gaslight, and subsequent Hollywood classic, in which a husband tries to make his wife think she is going insane. In the play, the husband dims the lights and blames it on an imaginary broken gas lamp.
By Kate Strong4 years ago in Psyche
The Part That Was Unspoken.
May 30th, 2021 You never wake up and predict what is going to happen throughout the day. It was a normal day for me. I never really went to parties or anything like that. My mom had me as a teenager so she is very protective of me. I always argued with her about it though. Don't get me wrong, I am so very grateful for her. I just never really understood the "bad" she always taught me about in the world. That evening I recieved a text from one of my good friends B asking me if I wanted to go to a "small gathering" with her and our group at our friend Lil's house. B never really gave me a reason not to trust her. I've known her since the sixth grade. I always admired how bold and reckless she was. She offered to give me a ride to the party. It took me all day to finally convince my mom to let me go. The only reason she had said no at first was because she didn't know Lil's parents. Of course I thought she was being over dramatic. Eventually I put it in her head that she was. So she let me go. I didn't know what to expect. I figured I knew the people that were going to be there so I was not really stressing it. I threw on a hoodie, sweats, and my favorite pair of Jordans. I didn't bother to do my makeup. B finally texted me that she and her father were outside. I got in her father's car and we drove for about eighteen minutes. We ended up at a small house with people scattered around the place. It was Memorial Day Weekend so I figured maybe they were having a BBQ. I enter the house and I notice Lil's mom and her friend were drinking. The friend was already looking a little drunk. I felt a feeling in my gut. I felt like calling my mom but I didn't. I continued to make my way into the house and up to Lil's room. Lil had just got out the shower and was putting on clothes. There were three other girls in the room. "Is there anyone else here?" I questioned. Lil nodded and replied, "Yeah the boys are in my brother's room." I remember she turned and continued to play her alternative playlist. A few minutes later her door busts open. The boys walked in. People I have never seen in my life. Then I saw him, Zay. He was tall with brown skin. He had long curly hair that was in a bun. He was cute. I never denied that. He locked eyes with me and smirked. I felt awkward. We started to play games. Every high school party has games to it. At least that's what I learned from movies. Zay kept moving closer and closer to me. Eventually he got close enough to where he was groping me. I felt his hands squeezing my arm pulling me closer to him. I moved away every time. Smash or pass was the chosen game. Everyone either smashed or pass each other. Then, it was my turn. "Bre, smash or pass Zay," is all i heard. I looked at him. He was standing looking at me with strong eye contact. You would never think and innocent game can make such an awful event occur. I tried to be like B. I wanted to be bold. "Smash," I replied with no hesitation. After that I sat down on the bed next to B. Zay came and sat behind me. Everyone was sitting, talking, drinking, smoking, listening to music. I felt hands wrap around my waist. I pushed them off of me. Zay got up very annoyed by me. He looked at me once again and this time said, "I think i'm going to go get a drink. You should come with and maybe we can go somewhere." I quickly responded with a no. He walked off. Ten minutes later I noticed my two guy friends were missing. I texted them to see where they were at. I started to get bored so I decided to wander. I entered the hallway only to find Zay coming towards me. He pinned me against the wall and was breathing in my face. I smelt the weed on his breath. "Zay get off of me," I demanded. He started to laugh as he reached his arm to Lil's bedroom door. He shut it. I could hear Sex On Fire by Kings Of Leon playing in the background. The feeling in my gut began to rise. I pushed him away from me and tried to walk away. His left hand came around my neck and slammed me against the wall. I used all my forced to get his hand off my neck. Except every time, the grip only got tighter. I began to panic. His right hand wandered under my shirt. I couldn't fight him off. He was bigger. He was stronger. I felt hopeless. In that moment, I prayed to god. Then, one of my guy friends walked out the room. Zay hopped off of me. I saw B sitting on the bed still. I mouthed with my lips, "HELP". She laughed. Zay then shut the door again. I tried to run. He just grabbed me again. This time, I froze. I was ready to die. He choked me. His hand entered my pants and his fingers penetrated me. I cried. All I could do was close my eyes. I will never forget the way he looked at me. I was weak. In that moment, I was not only ready to die. I wanted to die. I wanted it to be over. I had no control over my body. I didn't think to hit him. I didn't think to yell. I just stood there hopeless. Almost like I was not there in that moment. I saw my friend Sean walk out the room. Zay took his hands off of me and walked away. I ran towards Sean. I tried to wipe away my tears. I was faced with a hard decision. Who do I tell? I spent the rest of my night in a police station and a hospital. I was numb. I shed so many tears that I could not cry any longer. The police caught him that night. I had a rape kit done. I had to strip in front of a random female nurse. She took pictures of my neck which was bruised from his hands. She was the first person to tell me, "It was not your fault." I didn't believe her. After that night, every single day is hard for me. Every night is hard for me. I lost a lot ever since that happened. I got texts from every person that was there that night. Apologies, apologies, and more apologies. Everyone promised they would be there to help me get through it. They lied. Suddenly, I am the "problematic" one. Suddenly, I am "blaming" people. Although, lets not forget who invited me. Let's not forget who laughed when I asked for help. Let's not forget who walked passed numerous times and didn't bother asking why I was crying. However, I will not blame anyone. I never have anyway. I spent nights crying myself to sleep. I spent nights wondering what's the point. I spent nights remembering his face when he looked at me. Things don't get better. They get worst. And for that reason being is because the worse teaches you how to overcome it. I am writing this now, five months later, reliving every bit of that day to tell the side of the story that no one talks about. The victim's story.
By Breezy4 years ago in Psyche