disorder
The spectrum of Mental Health disorders is incredibly vast; we showcase the multitude of conditions that affect mood, thinking and behavior.
How I Found Out I Have Aphantasia At The Age Of 52
Aphantasia, what does it mean? Aphantasia is the inability to voluntarily create mental images in one's mind.[1] I was 52 years of age. I was reading a book in the lounge room and my son and his girlfriend were also in the room doing their own thing.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Psyche
Living in Delusions
I was surprised to find myself lost in this colourful riverside. However, I have always had a deep connection with myself in nature. How had I gotten so far away from myself? How and when did the voices in my head manage to control me so much that I forgot myself? To fall into an endless dark rabbit hole again without even realising it…
By Meltem ARIKAN4 years ago in Psyche
A Coloring Book Saved My Life.
In 2016, somebody gave me a coloring book for Christmas. It was an “adult coloring book,” per the centrally-placed text on its front cover; and allegedly, its purpose was to inspire the colorer. Well, I was an inspiration-seeking adult in 2016, so I gave it a good, cursory glance. To my relative unsurprise, I was not overcome with a sense of enlightenment. In fact, I felt nothing—not even an urge to fill in its blank pages with color. So, I chucked it, along with equally undesirable Christmas gifts, into a flat-rate box bound for oblivion.
By Alexandra Corlett4 years ago in Psyche
My Eating Disorder
I have an eating disorder. It's weird, admitting it so publicly. It feels like admitting that I'm a failure. It feels like I'm letting the world know of yet another problem I have that I cannot control. I have a binge eating disorder. This means that when I'm stressed, or sad, or when I feel nothing, I find myself eating and eating until I'm sick. Taking bite after bite until my stomach hurts and I'm crying over how much I hate myself for what I can't stop doing, and even then, I take another bite. The shame that comes after is all-consuming.
By Sarah Williams4 years ago in Psyche
Fragmented
Diary Entry March 20th 2011 So, I was called to Mrs Reta’s office today to discuss my “behavioural” problems. All I want is to sit quietly in my corner and write my stories but apparently, I’m a danger to myself and my surroundings. Anyhow, I’m not looking to cause trouble so I’m going to be a good little girl, swallow their pills and write in this stupid diary. Noting down my thoughts and current circumstances is supposed to keep my head all neat and tidy. So, just to keep principal Adolf happy here it goes. My name is Sydney Crawford, I am 17 years old and I’m in my final year in Weald of Kent Grammar school. I’ve been taking clozapine for two years now. My parents are Harry and Eloise Crawford. I have no friends, nobody to talk to and nobody to care for. Hopefully Uni will be better. I’m bound to enjoy astrophysics after all, since physics is my favourite subject. St. Andrews is known to be a perfect university for that, so academically I should flourish. As a side note, hopefully I’ll also meet the love of my life there.
By Theocharis Telfer4 years ago in Psyche
Why Do I Cut Myself?
I’m a man for whom many would characterize as an unconscionable rogue. I did nothing for the world or anyone in it. Yet, and I’m biased on this matter, I was a deliciously likable rogue. It’s true, I was loud, sometimes aggressive (if I was obliged to fight, then fight, I would).
By harry hogg4 years ago in Psyche




