anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
A Message to The Villain: Flood the world with light. Content Warning.
I wish I could put the world into a snow globe. Water and glycerin so I could make it all happen ploddingly. All the evil so I could rub it away, it’ll be my genie. I would wish for the thought of killing to turn into legends, myths and tales. Events would pause in words, and would only go on when you turn the page.
By Caitlin Charlton4 months ago in Psyche
Can Anxiety Cause Lightheadedness?
Have you ever felt like you are floating or about to faint when you are too anxious about something? It could be before speaking in front of a huge audience, or going for an interview, or any other moment that makes you feel anxious.
By Ankita Dey4 months ago in Psyche
When Silence Was My Enemy
When Silence Was My Enemy By afaqahmad No one talk about When Silence Was My Enemy For as long as I can remember, I thought silence was my greatest ally. It felt safe, like a heavy blanket I could wrap around myself whenever the world grew too loud or demanding. If I stayed quiet, I wouldn’t embarrass myself. If I avoided speaking up, I couldn’t say something stupid. And if nobody noticed me, then nobody could judge me.
By Afaq Ahmad4 months ago in Psyche
The Veil Of Mental Health
As much as I wanted to explain personal experiences in the segment, it is also my intent to hopefully help someone that is unsure of their own well being. I have 40 plus years of hands on life experience that I am willing to share and open up about it. The years have gone by in a stale desensitized state for about 30 years. My descentisized state was of the mind with a constant barrage of medications. Hospitalization was the start of this haphazard medley of misunderstandings with mixed communications and perceptions of reality from what was expected from a youth in the 1980s. The type of youth that was raised by Christian parents, that never talked of Christianity or even life for that matter. My sibling is younger by 5 years so any actions by an older brother was watched, scrutinized and put in the memory for future recall, at least that is what I believe now. Marijuana was big, so was hash back in the 1980s in the city I lived. Until I found LSD. Yup, chemical shit, not to too mention mushrooms also. Shit went sideways for a long fucking time. Even to this day it can be hard to fathom why I'm still here after the countless adventures, and close calls even with the cops at the the time. Hindsight now is actually a reality check. The best way to provide context for all the above sentences would be, I did this and caused my delusional path. The delusional path is also a good path from where I am today. What Iran is that mental health in the ,80s was bad, not as bad as even earlier as depicted in tv shows, but actually similar in the sense that you are always going to be looked upon as a person mental health afflictions. I accept it now because I can. I would like to clarify that even though this was started by my own hand, the help I received was not, and it was much more diabolical, dark and unforgiving. Adults involved in my best interest were not as one may have expected. Medications only, no talk therapy, do as I say and shut down my own personal voice and wishes for myself. I do remember talking with someone or even myself when shit went downhill. I was making delusional deals with myself. These deals are now traumas I'm dealing with almost daily. I honestly don't feel as bad as I had years back and maybe, maybe it's because I'm writing. My journals are a bloody mess of my own psychobabble and butchered poetry and fragmented documentations of my journey. This platform is where I experimented, with poetry and short stories. Not all was here, most is still iny logs. I will continue to write in psyche in hopes that someone may benefit from this. I by no means am encouraging or discouraging, just showing what comes to pen and paper. The help of today is better I feel, but also needs to improved upon greatly. I say this because age is something of a state of mind, not a course of treatment, and everyone's neurological structure is different because of their insurance to trauma, fight or flight and even rest and digest. Please accept my apologies for broken sentence structures, punctuation and train of thought as I write this. Be well. Talk to you soon.
By Vinn Black4 months ago in Psyche
When Silence Gets Loud
When Silence Gets Loud By Hasnain Shah Silence has a reputation for being peaceful. It is the thing we claim to crave after long days, after crowded subways, after conversations that drained more than they gave. We romanticize silence as rest, as stillness, as the calm surface of a lake reflecting a perfect moon.
By Hasnain Shah5 months ago in Psyche
Why You're Burning Out: The Hidden Cognitive Factors That Are Draining You
When we hear the word "burnout," our first instinct often is that it's about working too hard or being overwhelmed with too many tasks. But burnout doesn’t always result from doing too much. In fact, sometimes burnout happens because the task you’re working on stops adapting to your cognitive needs. It’s not about adding more breaks to your schedule; it’s about addressing a mismatch between your mental system and the task you're facing.
By Nikesh Lagun5 months ago in Psyche
Best Binaural Beats App: My Top Picks
Confession: the first time I tried a binaural beats app, I thought my headphones were broken. One ear sounded slightly “off” compared to the other, and I spent ten minutes fiddling with the audio settings before realizing that was the whole point. Not my proudest tech moment.
By Hawrry Bhattarai5 months ago in Psyche
The Day I Finally Heard My Own Voice
The Day I Finally Heard My Own Voice A journey from silence to self-acceptance For most of my life, I lived in silence—not the kind where no words are spoken, but the kind where your words never truly belong to you. My voice was shaped by expectations, by the need to please, by the quiet fear of rejection. I spoke when it was safe, I stayed quiet when it mattered most, and I let the world’s noise drown out the sound of who I really was.
By Aariz ullah5 months ago in Psyche
