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Cultural Disengagement
Today, I went on a walk to grab some bubble tea and I bumped into a lady who handed me a bible. By now, it should be normal to interact with religious activists, but it got me thinking (a little too much, some might argue) about the state of religion today.
By Aathavi Thanges4 years ago in Psyche
Sleep Is Important For Good Mental Health
Newborn kittens can sleep about 20 hours a day. Cats and dogs from 12 - 16. Most will sleep 8 hours at night. Cats will usually live longer than dogs. Maybe due to their nine lives. Maybe their sleeping habits. Both experience rem sleep and that is a good thing as it is the most restful sleep. They need more sleep than humans though as it takes them longer to get their rem sleep and they will get about half as much rem sleep as we do, even with sleeping longer.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Psyche
My Autistic Experience is Valid, Even if You Don't Understand It
I have been struggling to write an article about my autistic relationship for weeks. My boyfriend is supportive of it: he has no qualms with sharing the fact that he’s autistic. He, like me, believes deeply in the power of sharing autistic stories as a form of advocacy. I do not feel any shame surrounding my relationship: I love my boyfriend, and besides, if I did feel shame, I’ve already written about my lowest point. I clearly have no problem exposing my bad side to you.
By Tori Morales4 years ago in Psyche
The Most Important Thing You Need To Get Clean
The Salvation Army is a leading provider of sober living and other treatment programs in the Roswell area. For 130 years, the Salvation Army has helped people in need without discrimination. From food for the hungry to disaster relief, clothing and shelter for the homeless to mentoring and opportunities for underprivileged children, the organization has helped people in need in this community. If you or someone you know is struggling with addiction or alcoholism, the Salvation Army in Roswell can help you find a program that will work for you.
By Rup Erickson4 years ago in Psyche
Effective Drug Rehabilitation Treatments Around Montana
To find an Effective Drug Rehabilitation Program for you, it is crucial to understand how it works. In general, a rehab will involve three key steps: detoxification, psychotherapeutic care, and recovery. The first step of drug rehabilitation is detoxification. Once a person is sober, they will need to attend a rehab center. They may need a few days to a week of treatment. A typical day may last from five to seven days.
By Kyle Montas4 years ago in Psyche
How to Heal a Wound of the Soul That Still Hurts
Emotional abandonment is built in childhood when those caring for the child do not support and fulfill the child's needs to grow and become emotionally rich. Find out from a psychologist what the emotional wound of abandonment means and what you can do to heal from it!
By Jim Charles4 years ago in Psyche
Putting It Together
Life is sometimes funny where you find inspiration again. I had tried a few times over the past 20 years to find the spark to let this project move forward, even getting partway completed back in 2011 with a colored pencil concept... but nothing felt *right*. I'd hit a stumbling block and couldn't figure out where I needed to go next.
By Min Kreiner4 years ago in Psyche
How Electro Convulsive Therapy Saved My Life.
It's nuts that I'm nuts, suffering from a disorder of the psyche. I had always been what my husband refers to as a "Fruit Loop". I've always been impulsive, manic at times, severely depressed at others. I've hallucinated thanks to Mania and maybe due to the odd illicit drug, I've experienced what life has to throw in the most joyful way and have experienced deep, dark depression to the point where I have tried to kill myself. It's exhausting feeling like I'm living life to its' maximum potential one moment and then wondering why I'm a burden on society and my family, experiencing extreme guilt over things I haven't done yet and catastrophising my way through life.
By Tilly Anne4 years ago in Psyche
I forget
I forget... I forgot my name, I know it starts with a 'C' but the rest is unclear. My bed feels familiar, but I cannot pinpoint the feeling in the past. the face that woke me brings a sense of 'home' but the man scares me; I don't know who he is. I notice a young woman knock and enter my room, "Joy," I see her name on the tag of her pale blue shirt; she hands me a few tiny oval shaped items and a glass of water on a tray. "Here are your pills for the morning Missis Cassidy, and your favorite, orange juice," the young lady greets me. All I seem to react with is a smile, I'm still not quite sure how she knows who I am, this morning I didn't even know my name. I didn't know my name, the thought scares me half to death but I attempt not to show those around me how much my mind is spiraling. I slowly try and down the strange 'pills' and juice, once I finish she takes the tray and the glass, and gives me a paper. "These are your activities for today, I made sure to give you all the things you enjoy," its almost as if she was named off of her joyful presence. The man who woke me ran his hand down my arm towards my hand, when his fingers eventually embrace mine; the feeling is warming, it scares me, I've never met this man before. He says my name "come on now Cassidy lets go," when I subtly resist his pull towards the door, when I try and stifle the shear face of fear I wear when I stare at him. he just stares at me, calmly, with those big blue eyes that feel like home, "lets go hun" his haste barely expressed. I fear that if my feelings are expressed I'll scare him away, nonetheless I ask him "who ar-" he cuts me off "I'm sorry hun I forgot, I guess part of me wants to, your memory doesn't work quite right. I'm your husband, Thomas, it might scare you but its okay I'm here, fifty six years and I still wouldn't change a god darn thing," as the words escape his lips I find myself fallen on the floor, speechless; I, a wife to a husband? He sits onto the bed and looks at me, I stay on the floor for a moment trying, scraping the edges of my mind to understand what is going on. After what seems like an age, he reaches for my hand delicately, as if in a way to apologize and thank me at the same time. I stutter to take his hand, hesitant in the fact that I am still so afraid, what else have I forgotten? I think to ask questions to my own mind, but none seem to surface. I feel trapped in my own mind, but as I take his hand a sense of serenity overtakes my mind and sets it at ease. I follow him to the corridor where several other people collaborate to get to their events that Joy had planned for them. after the lovely events, Thomas leads me back to our room, he looks so happy, as if he has forgotten a fear. I have had my own set of fears throughout the day, joy had to assist my regaining of serenity and all Thomas could do was watch, I wonder how often he has that issue. We both sat down and we had some tea in our room, "you wont remember; hun, you never seem to remember, but its okay I'll always be here." his words, though I may not fully grasp the detriment to what they mean, bring tears to my cheek. As we finish our tea and start getting ready for bed, he starts crying, no matter how hard he tries to hold it from me I can tell. He notices "your memory works until you wake up again, then it'll be like nothing ever happened." After a long talk on how we wish I would remember, and I've had another attack, we start to calm down and get ready to sleep. Words start to form on his lips but I end them "its okay, it'll be okay" and we drift off to sleep, his arms clutching my body as to make sure I don't fall, as to keep my memories inside me. My dreams; I dream of my house, I can see it clearly, a little girl, me, playing outside with a small dog as my parents watch from the balcony, the bright blue paint with its white accents and door, the big window where I can see the wonderful plants inside. I stay in this memory for a while before I go, and my final thoughts are those of peace.
By Joe klemmer4 years ago in Psyche
