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The Subtle Causes of Disease: What We Think, Fear, Anger, Neglect
How much do you think our health is influenced by the positive or negative attitude we have in our daily lives? Or have you ever wondered how much we are affected by the way we think, by what we say to others, and implicitly to ourselves? Do diseases have subtle causes of which we are unaware?
By Atif Adams4 years ago in Psyche
My Year with Fear
I'm one week away from 28 and a few days ago, I started thinking about what sort of "gift" I could give myself this year. I hadn't gifted myself anything before in honor of a birthday, but after this past year, I thought maybe it was time to start a new tradition to celebrate.
By Lexie Robbins4 years ago in Psyche
Break The Chains
Imagine being fifteen years old, attending a predominantly African American school when you’re the same as they are but your skin color is pale in tone due to albinism. Imagine everyone complementing one another and you’re the sheep surrounded by wolves.Your parents do their best to instill confidence in you and shelter you with love and kindness because they know that people in this world can be cruel and insensitive about your condition. Relentless bullying and mistreatment eventually leads to you believing everything that you’re told about yourself. Imagine with all the mistreatment and lack of confidence and self awareness, you’re not dressed the best but only in what your parents can afford at the time. To everyone else your clothing is considered rags but to you it’s a blessing because the year before, you and your parents were living in a car.
By Laydee B Writes4 years ago in Psyche
LSD, Childhood Memories, And The Science Of Nostalgia
The weather forecast was gloomy, and the sky a dishwater gray. Not what many psychedelic users would consider good conditions for a trip, but something about it felt right. I grabbed a tiny glass vial out of the fridge and carefully siphoned out a small but solid dose, then waited nervously. Although LSD has never made me feel any genuinely negative feelings, I usually can’t say the same about the first hour long wait to feel something. But this time, the onset was remarkably free of anxiety. Long before the first effects made their appearance, I had a strong feeling that it would be a particularly special trip.
By Psychedelics are Medicine 4 years ago in Psyche
Best Options For Inpatient Drug Rehabilitation Treatments in Bristol Connecticut
If you're looking for a comprehensive treatment plan, an inpatient drug rehab in Bristol CT may be the answer. These programs are designed for people with a wide range of substance abuse issues, from alcoholism to cocaine addiction. Most of these facilities also offer a variety of recovery programs, including detox, medication-assisted treatment, and outpatient services. A medical detox program is available to help people recover from a drug addiction and regain control of their lives. Many of these facilities use MAT to treat the symptoms of withdrawal and assist patients in restoring their brains.
By Myrle Paavola4 years ago in Psyche
Top-Notch Sober Living in Miami Beach, FL
Sober Living in Miami Beach FL is a great option for people who are struggling with an addiction. Residents of these homes live in a safe, drug-free environment, and they are typically in treatment or undergoing step-down outpatient treatment. The advantages of Florida recovery houses are that they provide both independence and accountability, as well as the support of peers. Typically, each half-house has a house manager who oversees the daily activities. The rules are established by the clients themselves, and if the client does not follow the rules of the home, they are not allowed to live there.
By Glendora Haberman4 years ago in Psyche
Broken Gears
I set myself down, ready to write. The gears in my mind spinning so fast you can barely see them - Mind ablaze with colourful chaos; a plethora of stories and characters, emotions and expression, waiting to burst out - to fill the world with its beauty.
By Emily Kitty4 years ago in Psyche
The Dark Space
There is a dark space in my mind where I tend to live most of my days. It used to be filled with much more light, but as time went on and people broke my trust and my heart the space became darker and darker. I’m consumed by this darkness. I’m convinced that I am unworthy of love and unworthy of light. I attempt to climb out of this darkness to feel the sun on my skin to see the light and to find the light that once shone brightly within myself, but every time I get close to feeling that light I am pushed back down in the darkness and further convinced that the darkness is where I belong, and that the light is a lie. I brought myself here, the lies I told when I was younger, the people I hurt and continue to do so. I was a fool to think I could ever leave the dark, a fool to think someone like me could ever live in the light. It was when I found my light and really held onto it that it was torn away from me abruptly and cruelly. I don’t deserve the light, I never did. I’m meant to give the light to others and help them out of the darkness, but I may not follow them. I must live out what is left of my days succumbing to the darkness and giving away what is left of my light. It was never mine to keep and I was a fool for ever thinking it was. As the darkness continues to consume my light I can feel the cold setting in. I picture myself trapped beneath the ice in the frigged water and watch as countless others get claimed from the ice and wait for someone to break through and not only reach me but pull me out. I’m losing energy, it’s becoming harder to read the water and stay close enough to the surface for someone to see me. I fight with every ounce of my being not to let go and just let myself slide down into the depths below, because I know once I do there will be no comjng back. Why bither though? Why fight the pull when it seems near impossible to break through that ice? When it seems like everyone else is content with draining me of my light and not giving anything back? It was easier years ago to find reasons to fight, reasons to live, but now it’s easier to find reasons not to. The only thing saving me these days is my ultimate fear of death and not knowing what lies beyond the dark. What if there is release? What if there is more light for ke to be born again from? Or, what if there is nothing? What if I just cease to exist? Does it really matter? If I am so miserable alive, why do I care what happens when I die? Why do I care what people might think of me? Or what people might find out about me? I’ll be gone, will they even notice? Those that have chosen to ignore the warning signs, those that have chosen to drain me of my light to keep themselves burning bright. So go and enjoy your light, enjoy the light I have given you, squander it away, flaunt it in my face and leave me to die in the dark. It’s where I belong, it’s where I have lived the past several years of my life and where I will spend the remainder of my days, however long that may prove to be.
By Jaime McLaren4 years ago in Psyche
