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Riding the Coattails of Happiness
Do you ever have one of those happy moments that are really, really good? You just want to linger there in that sacred moment for the rest of your numbered days? No? Yeah... me neither... kidding! I'm kidding. I will say as a person whose natural habitat is depression, it is remarkable when you can ride the coattails of happiness until that fabric is tattered and threadbare. I call them God moments because they are the exact opposite of the drab, colorless upside-down intervals in hell.
By Traci Reason7 years ago in Psyche
'Face It Till You Make It'
If you’ve spent any amount of time on Pinterest, Facebook, or any other social media that is flooded with inspirational quotes that make you want to get up off your ass, but like, not enough to actually get up off your ass. You’ve probably seen this paragraph in one format or another:
By Emily Fritz7 years ago in Psyche
Letters for Myself
This will be a series. Part One To Whom It May Concern, I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety for over two decades. I’ve recently once again entered into outpatient therapy (this is my sixth or seventh time) and have a renewed dedication for it.
By Kathryn Parker7 years ago in Psyche
Who Needs a Therapist When (Pt. 10)
So, up front. This is not a call for help. This is not a request for care. I am perfectly capable of committing myself to professional care if my ideation goes from, "well, that'd be nice" to "let's do this." I'm good at means reduction and putting safety measures in place. So please refrain from any helpful actions. That is not what this is about.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy7 years ago in Psyche
Wahalalafia
Wahalalafia. A fitting title to my first ever blog. If you know me you know that in every little speck of my life, I inject humour, to try and dispel any fear or qualms about life. A year ago, I found out the reason why my head was so scatterbrain and why the world (more-so mine) seemed to be heaven one minute and hell the next. Well, the reason was and still is Wahalalafia, or bipolar disorder. I suppose I give a name to it to demystify it, to make it less of a monster. (Though let me tell you, reader, it certainly is not a monster by any means). The uncertainty of this condition (I won’t call it a disease—I don’t think it is. Is this denial?) makes it even more fun. Almost like being on oblivion, knowing that you may or may not throw up but something will happen. I never wake up, (nor do I want to wake up) entirely sure of what I’m doing or where I’m going in life. I float, I glide, in a world where many peoples’ feet are on the ground, I glide. Gliding though unstable can be the most fun experience with this condition. Stability, though predictable is so boring. It’s not as if I enjoy being unstable, but I can’t lie. I like the ride.
By Marie Osuamoh7 years ago in Psyche
What It's Like Living with Hypochondria
I can remember the very first instance in which I started to worry incessantly about my health and about death. I was watching a TV show and the main character had been diagnosed with a severe, terminal brain tumor. From that point onward, I obsessively worried about whether I had one, too. I would Google the symptoms: Headaches I have that, memory problems I forget what I was doing the other day, and fatigue I'm always tired. I would stay awake for nights on end worrying about not waking up in the morning and succumbing to this cancerous brain tumor I was so convinced I had. The only way I could sleep was by tiring my mind, with all the excessive worrying, and I had no other option.
By Sharna Neale7 years ago in Psyche
Depression and Anxiety
Photo by Sydney Sims on Unsplash Depression and anxiety are two of the most well-known mental disorders in our society today. Anxiety affects roughly 40 million adults in the US (about 18.1 percent of our population) every year. Depression affected roughly 16.1 million adults in the US (about 6.7 percent of our population) in 2015 alone. This doesn't include the millions of children and teens who are also diagnosed every year or the multitudes of people who go undiagnosed.
By Ashlee Soptick7 years ago in Psyche
My Anxious Life
In order to love fully, trust entirely, heal wholly, grow freely, forgive, thrive and move on, I must be vulnerable, be accepting, find understanding, be willing to change, acknowledge and release pain; be open to starting over learn to let go and find peace.—Alex Elle.
By Lisbeth Mejía7 years ago in Psyche
