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Personal Affects of COVID-19
I didn’t appreciate life until this pandemic. This pandemic is strange. Yet for me to understand why it’s a global thing issues my mind to play as something special and beckon on the matter of the coming days. The coming days resembles the times of the future. Which breaks my heart in more drastic ways than leaving a relationship. I have no hope that this pandemic will end and life will “return back to normal” because what was “normal”? Normal yet out of my morally speaking way of being I view that normality and things were never correct. They were never precise to the will of what my heart believed in for the world and certainly never as safe of a place that’s it’s supposed to be and not the way humanity planted the ways of the world to realistically be. In common era we live in fear and it’s horrific, horrible, terrible, scary, frightening, and almost completely condescending. I mean many care but there is many more that don’t and that’s a pressing issue for the entire globe. That those that do not care are creating more fear and hate in a place that doesn’t need it.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Psyche
I Have Bad Brains -2
I have a fucked-up brain. ⚡⚡ 😁👍 ⚡⚡ I offered some evidence of that in Part One (of this three-part series). 👇
By Lightning Bolt ⚡5 years ago in Psyche
20-Year High School Reunion? Sure! I Wasn’t Ridiculed Nearly Enough the First Time
I just received an invitation to my 20-year high school reunion. My first thought was there was no way in hell that 20 years had come and gone that quickly, but then I did the math. That’s an exaggeration, I guesstimated. Math isn’t my strongest subject. Sorry, Mrs. Herbert, you tried your best.
By Kassondra O'Hara5 years ago in Psyche
Confessions of an Artist
What is art? What value does society really put on art? Why are artists not viewed the same way as other blue collar jobs? Be it abstract fluid art or 40 stanza poetry, why is such a accomplishment not valued? I don't ask these questions to whine, I'm just confused. In the modern world of Instagram and Facebook, SnapChat and Ticktoc, you would think skill, talent and artistry would be more valued. Rather, it appears to be the opposite. Speaking personally, I have found art to actually be a language of its own for me.
By JfD5 years ago in Psyche
Voice of an Addict
From the Voice of an Addict There are 5 things I've learned the most from my journey of recovery from alcohol First, I learned that my addiction to alcohol was merely a symptom of a much greater problem.
By Matthew Mccahey5 years ago in Psyche
An Open Letter to Simone Biles After Winning the Bronze on Beam
Dear Simone, The last few weeks were rough, weren't they? Rough for gymnastics fans everywhere who have watched your 2021 Olympics struggle yes, but more importantly for you: an incredibly talented young woman with a dream and the chops to pull it off finding your body and mind unable to cooperate during one of the most important competitions of your life.
By L.A. Hancock5 years ago in Psyche
What is an Inpatient Drug Rehab
An Inpatient drug rehab in Hammond IN facility offers a safe, secure location for an individual to receive addiction treatment on-site under the watchful eye of trained medical personnel. Inpatient care is typically the ideal choice for those seeking addiction treatment as it removes them completely from triggers in daily life. These drug rehab centers range from a small residential environment in a mid-range luxury rehab facility to the dilapidated facility of a local hospital. Drug rehab centers offer different levels of care and assistance depending upon the severity of the patient's addiction and behavior problems. Some are inpatient drug rehab facilities while others are outpatient drug rehab centers. There are also rehab clinics that provide inpatient drug addiction treatment.
By Leo S5 years ago in Psyche
Streetlights
Throughout my life, I've seen people use several metaphors for depression. For example, Matthew Johnstone (author of I Had A Black Dog) describes his depression as a black dog that visits without warning or reason. Others have likened it to drowning, and describe how difficult it is to keep yourself afloat. I can relate to both of these descriptions wholly. I've been dealing with depression since my teenage years, and it's fluctuated in intensity over my lifetime. I've come to realise that my experience is not best described as a dog, or me thrashing against waves.
By Mil Hodgson5 years ago in Psyche
You were the child - you were never the problem
"Facade: a deceptive outward appearance." Growing up, I was never really happy. I could never quite put my finger on why, though. I had a roof over my head, clothes that fit, I never went hungry, I got a good education... Any time I displayed my emotions, I was always told that these things meant I had nothing to be sad about. It took a long time and many years before I realised there's a lot more to raising a child than what is really the bare minimum. There is more to raising a child than just physically keeping them alive, and I wish someone had told me that earlier on in my life. Deep down I could never shake that niggling feeling that something wasn't quite right, but I was constantly reminded of how ungrateful I was being and how much worse my life could've been so I usually just assumed I was being dramatic and self-centred. Mum would always talk about how much she sacrificed for me (mostly her own happiness), how ungrateful and selfish I was, how her childhood was so awful that I had no right to say I didn't like mine. She always had a negative comment to make - I couldn't talk about anything I was remotely interested in without her making a snide comment about it. She could never accept that I was just a bit "different" (undiagnosed autism, it turns out, but she hated the thought of having a disabled child so that wasn't figured out until much later). She surrounded herself with a small group of people that enabled her, including my dad, but he isn't entirely innocent either.
By sparrow5 years ago in Psyche
Sober Living In Berwyn Illinois
Sober Living in Berwyn IL is a place that many people have chosen as their permanent home, because of its many benefits for a person who has overcome substance abuse. Berwyn is the largest city on the North East of Chicago and is known for the "American Dream" life style. Many people who live in Berwyn are highly educated, have accomplished degrees, and have high incomes. They have also overcome their drug addiction and come to the realization that they can live an abundant, healthy life without drugs or alcohol.
By Taylor C5 years ago in Psyche
The Three Choices
I am in a weird crux of my life. The opportunities are abounding; I have accomplished nothing but a mere educational stepping stone towards any and all of my potential paths. But I can't decide which one to go down. Part of me feels like I might pick wrong and end up failing. I can't fail, especially not after all it took to get to this point. The other part of me feels like I'm shutting out all of the other options once I decide what path to go down and I don't like being limited. Then the last part of me in this holy trinity of confusion and stress wonders what would happen if I just turn around and choose another path, one that noone would expect, that isn't as obvious or clearly delineated based on where I've travelled up to now. It's all so frustrating and whimsical and wonderful in an angering way. I take a walk and find myself in an empty park. I look up the flagpole, the bright red maple leaf waving back and forth in the wind of the summer day.
By Arya5 years ago in Psyche
You wanted to know why I didn't call
The sun breaks through the wild apple tree and she’s kneeling, glowing in the dappled green light with her basket and gloves ready. She smiles that smile only a mother’s love for a still innocent boy can give – though she still smiles at me like that, unconditionally. And she beckons me. I move over to her, and she hands me a trowel to help her dig over the garden. This is one of my earliest memories. She showed me many gentle things.
By Jacopo Mulini5 years ago in Psyche