depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
I’m Not Okay — I Just Look Like I Am
I’m done. No formal goodbye. No soft sendoff. No thank-you-for-your-service. This isn’t a break. It’s a breakup. You don’t get to keep holding the pen that writes my story. I’m reclaiming it — ink-stained fingers, messy margins, and all.
By Noman Khan 8 months ago in Psyche
What to Expect After Acupuncture: Recovery & Benefits
Acupuncture has been practised for thousands of years and is widely recognised as an effective therapy for a range of physical and emotional health conditions. Whether you're seeking relief from chronic pain, stress, fertility issues, or digestive problems, acupuncture offers a holistic and natural approach. But what actually happens after a session? Understanding what to expect after acupuncture can help you make the most of your treatment and manage your recovery effectively.
By Kerry Rutherford Acupuncture8 months ago in Psyche
INTP Mircea Cărtărescu's BLINDING (vol. 2): the body (translated from Romanian)
I no longer truly experience anything, even though I live with an intensity that simple sensations couldn't possibly convey. Even when I open my eyes, I still cannot see. To no avail, I linger rigid in front of my oval window, chasing echoes that slip away. As if my being extends beyond ordinary senses to myriad ways of knowing--each unique, each responsive to different stimuli: one sensitive only to my coffee cup's form, another receptive exclusively to the pattern of last night's dreaming. Another attuned to that terrifying whisper in my ears, heard distinctly a few years ago, as I was sitting, in a ragged pajama, with the soles of my feet on the radiator, in my room on Ștefan cel Mare Boulevard. I no longer register modifications of light, variations in the pitches of sound, the chemical composition of the carnation and the kitchen dishwater, but whole scenes swallowed instantly by a virtual sense, opened on the spot in the center of my mind solely for that glassy and transient scene like a wave of water, reacting with it, altering it, flattening it, invading it like an amoeba and forming together another reality, primordial and immediate, illuminated by desire and made obscure by peculiarity. It is as though it were the case that everything that happens to me, in order for it to be able to come to pass for me, surely it is something that must have happened to me already, as if all of it already exists inside me, but not fully formed or complete: rather, dormant, in shriveled little layers, rudimentary, coiled tightly within each other, somewhere in the brain's structures--but also in the glands, in the organs, in my twilight, and in my ruined houses--all waiting for confirmation and nourishment from the modulated flame of existence, which itself remains unfulfilled and embryonic. I no longer feel except what I have already felt once, I can no longer dream except dreams already dreamed. I open my eyes, although not to perceive color or contour--for light no longer refracts into corpuscles to traverse my crystalline lens and the translucent layers of my retina, no longer produces rhodopsin in my cone-shaped cells; instead, whole images manifest fully formed, sculpted directly in rhodopsin, and accompanied as if by an aura of sound's fringes and delicate strands of tastes and aromas, alternating icy cold and searing heat, of suffering and compassion, of a head turning to the right--an action simultaneously verified and questioned by my inner ear's cochlear knowledge. Entire neighborhoods materialize, each bearing their own time, their own space, and their own emotional weather, and especially their own degree of reality--because they can be actual or dreamed, or imagined, or transmitted via the ineffable filaments that connect our lives to those who came before us--lips and genitals arrive, and streetcars sliding along iron tracks during winters with filthy snow, my mother comes once in a while to bring me food, sometimes Herman comes. I wouldn't be able to understand any of this if it weren't being reconfigured, in another way, in my internal landscape (my world), if it weren't opening the ocular buds from there, unless I whispered to myself every moment: "I have experienced this before, I have already been in this place," just as you cannot perceive light if light hasn't already existed in the back of your mind's experience, cultivating the faculty for light within you. Hence, my life is but a life already lived, and my book one already written--for the past encompasses all, while the future is but a void.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR8 months ago in Psyche
The Dark Side of Mindfulness
Mindfulness has become a buzzword in wellness circles—praised for calming the mind, improving focus, and bringing us closer to the present moment. It’s taught in schools, practiced in boardrooms, and promoted by therapists. But here’s a truth that’s often overlooked: mindfulness isn’t always helpful. In fact, for some people, the very act of tuning inward can stir up discomfort, anxiety, and emotional distress.
By shoaib khan8 months ago in Psyche
You’re Addicted — And You Don’t Even Know It
You roll over in bed and reach for your phone without thinking. Maybe you’re checking the time. Maybe you’re scrolling for just a second. Maybe you don’t even know why you picked it up. Ten minutes pass. Then twenty. You didn’t plan it—you just… did it. That’s not random. That’s design. And that quiet, automatic moment might be the clearest sign of something deeper: addiction. Not the dramatic kind we usually picture, but something subtler, slipperier, and far more common. You’re addicted—and you probably don’t even know it.
By Noman Khan 8 months ago in Psyche
10 Daily Habits to Manage Stress and Stay Calm
Let’s be honest: life gets overwhelming. Whether its work pressure, relationship worries, or the never-ending list of responsibilities, stress has a sneaky way of creeping in. But the good news? You don’t need a major lifestyle overhaul to feel better. Just a few mindful, consistent daily habits can make a big difference in how you handle stress and stay grounded.
By shoaib khan8 months ago in Psyche
Roommate Reflection. Content Warning.
For the first time in forever, our eyes met, his staring back into mine. Dennis Walker was his name, an old roommate of mine. We shared a beaten-down apartment, the type whose floorboards creaked and the water ran gray. There was only one lightbulb in the entire place, flickering as if the wind would blow it out. I hated that damned bulb. I hated them damn floorboards, the whole damn place. I hated the world as it was and the world hated me in return. I had no one, nothing, except Dennis.
By Kaden Alguard8 months ago in Psyche
