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I guess it really runs in the family
I have lived with the diagnosis of bipolar disorder for about five years. I was diagnosed by a psychiatrist in 2016 when I accepted the fact that I needed the help. Mood swings, irritation, irrational thoughts, and manic depression were taking over my life. The truth is it’s still an everyday battle. I have had highs lasting several days, weeks, and even months. The lows have taken me to rock bottom, where I felt like I was losing everything, myself included.
By Anthony Anthem5 years ago in Psyche
Laugh It Off: Depression Awareness Through Memes and Humour. Top Story - February 2021.
Hello, and welcome to a compilation of depression memes and depression quotes to educate, entertain, or inspire. It’s winter and still pandemic times, so today’s digest will include validation of our collective rage, as well as a reminder that life is ridiculous, through the combination of science and the word “butt-hole”.
By Erica Ball5 years ago in Psyche
I want out
I want out of this abusive relationship… You take and take and never give. You are constantly nagging at me with a relentless draining energy. You come between me and my family and friends. You won’t let me go places or do the things I used to. The only time I get to forget about you is when I am floating off in a medicated stupor and sometimes you still remain close by. This is no way to live. Your only purpose it to show me I am mortal.
By Gina Solomon5 years ago in Psyche
Learning to Swim, Trying to Die
Don't breathe. Just don't breathe. You'll be okay, as long as you don't breathe. The water softened the sounds of anger and fear from the world above. I could feel my father's fingertips digging into the back of my head holding me under. Forcing me to learn, or die. I was nine years old and I couldn't swim. My father had enough. It wasn't alright for me to be afraid. He had to make a man out of me. He had to make me someone that didn't make him ashamed.
By Jason Everhart5 years ago in Psyche
Facing Trauma
!!TRIGGER WARNING!! At the young age of 13 while in high school I ran with the girls on my basketball team. We were inseparable, I trusted these ladies beyond measure. They were older than myself and taught me the game of basketball. We were trendsetters, girls who played ball like the guys. Winning our entire season, state champions it was unheard of at the time. Little ol' me playing Varsity basketball with high school girls while I was in 8th grade all while maintaining my grades.
By Queen Motha5 years ago in Psyche
It doesn't always do what it says on the tin.
I have subscribed to VOCAL a platform for writers and artists alike. After being told 'for the majority of my life' I am a terrible writer, I can't spell, I can't punctuate, I can of course perform. Always the joker at the party, the one with the bottle to go first at presentations, doesn't need a drink to perform or to present.
By Kelly Marie Francis5 years ago in Psyche
Are You Out There?
I woke up in a dream once, either mine or someone else's... I wonder if it was yours. I opened my eyes to see a breathtaking sky, pink and golden and endless. The blades of soft, green grass tickled my fingertips and my toes. I sat up to find myself in a field of dew sparkled flowers, and just beyond the horizon, a tall, glittering forest. I stood up and looked down at my bare feet. "How small," I whispered, and then noticed the same about my arms and hands as I stretched them out before me. I started walking toward the forest, and soon thereafter, I stepped in a small puddle. Startled, I withdrew my foot from the cool water, and watched as it calmed itself. I was shocked as my reflection revealed, not the grown woman I am now, but the small child I was so many years ago. "Wow," I whispered, and then "Wow!" again louder, as if the child's voice escaping from my lips would confirm that my body had indeed, somehow, reverted in time. Excitement took hold of me. I looked back to the horizon and like a streak of wind, I bolted for the forest ahead.
By Stacey Price5 years ago in Psyche
worried about life
I am writing this, not to complain nor seek pity but as an open letter from my heart and mind to you the reader. As of late I have been having feelings of dread and anxiousness. I Feel that I am not good enough for anyone but I am not sure who.
By Dr. Sterling Dover.5 years ago in Psyche
Third Time's Just Another Time
I am now on the 4th draft of a letter to my brother who recently went to rehab in Florida. I figured now is as good of time as any to procrastinate just a little longer. It’s been 29 days, 688 hours, and 13 minutes since I’ve had a drink myself. But who’s counting? Me. I’m counting.
By Kat Noland5 years ago in Psyche
