anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
I am the Trout
The orchard was in bloom. Old life emerged from its cold, bare slumber, once again in bloom under the clear, blue sky. New life blossomed from the soft, fertile ground. Among the new life was a young tree, no taller than a metre stick, claimed by a blue bird as its favourite resting spot. All was well.
By Rony Aleman5 years ago in Psyche
A Disappointed Goddess
The stars have guided humanity across the globe from the beginning of recorded history. It isn't surprising that astrology has been used to help guide people in their personal lives for thousands of years. Humanity has a long history of striving to explain why things are the way they are by any means possible. At the dawn of it's creation, I'm sure astrology seemed to make as much logical sense as the theory of relativity or gravity does today.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Psyche
I Believe Therefore I Am
When you are building a house, you don’t just start off with the foundation. When you are building a house you must first survey the land, you have to understand the soil content, understand what’s under there. Sometimes you must dig down before you can build up. In the Kemetic yoga sequence that I often do, every time you approach your yoga mat, your yoga mat is a reflection of you. It is a reflection of where you are.
By Thai Cromer5 years ago in Psyche
The Secret to Work-Life Balance
You know the term “my cup runneth over”? They say whatever’s in that cup is for you, whatever overflows from it is for everyone else. Because you have to be a whole spring and well, flowing from Source, before you pour out. If you have no Source flowing through you and you try to pour out, you’re just pouring from ego; you’re going to be burnt out very quickly. Overall it’s not balance; it is not going to bode well for you.
By Thai Cromer5 years ago in Psyche
The Night
“Lost!...Lost!...Lost!...Where the hell did I lose it!” On the nightstand where he would usually leave it. Not there. He couldn’t stop swearing as he turned the house upside down looking for his precious possession, the little notebook with all his notes, his sketches, his superstitious belief that all his creativity was collected in that black object, in its pages filled with markings and words, unrepeatable, irretrievable.
By Micol Martinelli5 years ago in Psyche
Wanting To Suicide Saved My Life
I remember when I used to travel. The endless hours looking through the bus window was my favorite activity. I daydreamed of a life that was so distant from reality. A life where my life had actual meaning. Daydreaming enhanced my depression. It made it have spikes. Spikes that pierced through me as I failed to achieve anything significant in my life.
By Giorgos Pantsios5 years ago in Psyche
Tragedy At Foxe Island
The worst summer of my life thus began, coinciding with the makings of what might’ve otherwise turned into the best … … as the wisest prophets among us know: the things which happen in our lives, that truly make a difference and turn the chapter, come always hasty, unexpected.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Psyche
S.A.D.
My alarm had gone off twenty minutes ago and here I still lay, staring at the little black book on my nightstand. It was Thursday that it came into my possession, and now on day two since our introduction it has haunted me with a perverse fortitude. The first night I left it on the kitchen counter, tossing it down with a slap and a two inch slide, the annoyance of it feeding my desire to see it as nothing significant to my life. However when I woke Friday morning it was there to greet me, questioning me as if I had forgotten the day before. There was something teasing about it that morning. But this morning, this morning it was being arrogant. I rolled over, turning my back on it and abandoning it for my morning routine.
By Letitia Parzych5 years ago in Psyche
Insomnia or Genius
I have never been diagnosed with insomnia. As a kid, sleeping and nap time was a breeze. But now at the age of 24, I lie awake at night wondering why I can’t shut my mind off, close my eyes and fall asleep. Sometimes I read till my eyes simply cannot take it anymore—that being 4am in the morning...
By Shannon Preslar5 years ago in Psyche
A Mind Stuck on Terror
When anxiety and depression team up, you can find yourself at the mercy of two unforgiving illnesses. You must deal with a brain that often sees the worst option possible as the most viable and obsesses over just how catastrophic that worst case scenario could be. This can leave you faced with repetitive trains of thought that simply will not stop and that can prevent you from doing day-to-day tasks or falling asleep.
By Alicia Brunskill5 years ago in Psyche
A letter to to the Emotional Self
To Emotional Self, Also referred to as Sensitive Self, Temperamental Self, and Crazy Self. You have been told all of your life that your emotions are too big, too often, and take up too much space. You were told that you simply could not handle any criticism or rejection, and that you gave everyone around you whiplash from going so easily between one emotion to the next. Someone once even told you that there could be no reason for so many emotions, and that you simply must have been crying to manipulate them. You believed that there was something fundamentally wrong with you, like there was something broken inside you, spewing out emotions through the cracks in your seams.
By Mariah Faye5 years ago in Psyche
