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Sober Curious? Take a Break for More Than 30 Days.
For many people, and myself, the question of whether they have a bad relationship with alcohol is one that haunts them for months, if not years, before they take steps to cut it out. They negotiate with their inner voice, insisting for one reason or another that they have control of their drinking; that they could “take a break” whenever they want.
By Taylor Moran Writes4 years ago in Psyche
Why I use the A word instead of the F word.
For years I was burdened by the F word and just could not get myself to use it. I hated the word. I could not wrap my head around why so many people insisted it was the only way for me to feel better or embrace my higher self.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche
A Little Intro into my brain.
A sinister whistle covers the night sky, dazzling the world with dark notes and darker moods. A burdened heart, pulsing steadily; working out all the kinks and cogs that make it function. Iron and flesh, pounded and meshed together in a messy torrent of anguish, pain flooding every vein, gradually dyed in a murky brown. Her eyes open, hollow but brimming full of sinister, maniacal energy. An empty desire and longing thirst. A crunching, followed by a raspy gurgling sound echoes down her throat as her soul is slowly ripped apart by thin, cracked fingers which calmly re-form the life. The surgery unfolds, her smile grows sharply, opens widely revealing sharp teeth. A mouth to feed and devour.
By Nathan Man4 years ago in Psyche
Wanting To Make Better Choices? Here Are the 4 Outside Factors You Need To Master
Choosing is something we all do every day. Whether you realize it or not, you make choices all day long. Of course, some of your choices will have no consequences, while others, rarer, will have much more important consequences on your life.
By Sylvain Saurel4 years ago in Psyche
Grooming is More Pervasive Than We Thought
I knew a medium-ugly boy who was 5 or so years older than me. We met through a beauty pageant with a minimum entrance age of 17 for contestants. This older boy began to date one of the youngest contestants in the pageant shortly after the event concluded. At the time, I saw the young girl as a little sister. She hadn’t even turned 18 yet. And here I was 3 years older than her. It was a large age gap that was both unethical and illegal considering the imbalanced power balance. It was the equivalent of me dating a 13-year-old at 21.
By Cynthia Bord4 years ago in Psyche
Surviving My First Sober Party. Top Story - December 2021.
I quit drinking well into the throes of the Covid pandemic. We had been on quarantine orders for months at the time and while small, safe gatherings were finally being allowed, Sean and I were still spending 95% of our time at home away from others.
By Taylor Moran Writes4 years ago in Psyche
How My Sobriety Sparked a Larger Evolution
Most days sobriety feels like the greatest gift I’ve ever given myself. It feels like freedom, strength, pride, clarity. It feels like a renewed sense of purpose — of life. Most days it feels like solid ground; a constant I can count on.
By Taylor Moran Writes4 years ago in Psyche
Dietary Fibre
Recently, I sat down with an old friend from my college days who is currently working as a flight paramedic and looking at working towards a vocation as Physician’s Assistant. Matt has a vested interest, as we all do, in keeping himself healthy, and admirably wishes to extend that interest to a circle of care as a medical practitioner. Being the son of a paramedic that was for all intents and purposes, burnt out by the field, I whole-heartedly hope he’s able to make the transition in order to maintain that wholesome approach to his work. A large part of his approach is studying holistic health practices and how they can be adopted by western medicine and western culture as a whole.
By Allan Miles4 years ago in Psyche
Your Real Friends Are Not the Ones Who Come to Your Funeral
This isn’t an inspirational story. This is my story. When I was around 20 and in college, all I did was go to class, go to Jiu-Jitsu practice, and go home and be sad. I didn’t go out. I didn’t “party”. I trained, studied, and cried. For years, that was my real life.
By Christopher Wojcik4 years ago in Psyche
