disorder

The spectrum of Mental Health disorders is incredibly vast; we showcase the multitude of conditions that affect mood, thinking and behavior.

To Whom It May Concern
To Whom It May Concern, (especially if you’re struggling too). Hi, My Name Is Annie, and I’m a Recovering Psycho. Because, you know… I take antipsychotics. So technically, that makes me a recovering psycho. (Yeah, I know, not everyone finds that funny. My mom didn’t laugh. But I did.)
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Psyche
"The Mind Beneath the Mirror"
She always said mirrors don’t lie. But Elena knew better. It started on an ordinary Thursday, the kind with stale coffee, buzzing office lights, and the lingering ache of dreams she couldn’t quite remember. She worked as a receptionist in a dental clinic — all “How can I help you?”s and fake smiles. Her world was small, her apartment quiet, and her loneliness loud.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Psyche
The Masterful Lie We Tell Ourselves That Prevents Us From Reaching Our Potential. Top Story - August 2025.
As Humans, We are Incredibly Good at Lying to Ourselves. When you look at the Psychophysiology of it, you'll discover that it is a Fascinating Magic Trick that We Play on Our Brain.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)7 months ago in Psyche
What is the Best Medication for Anxiety?
Anxiety is a very general issue that a large part of the population suffers from daily. Anxiety is when you feel an intense feeling of fear, nervousness, worry, etc., even when there is no real danger to worry about. Your brain perceives a fake danger situation.
By Ankita Dey7 months ago in Psyche
My Thoughts Were Holding Me Captive—Until a Prayer Set Me Free. AI-Generated.
I didn’t even notice when the noise inside my head got louder than the world outside. It began subtly. I would lie awake in bed, rehearsing conversations that never happened. I’d think about things I said ten years ago, wondering if people still remembered them. I’d feel ashamed of my mistakes, terrified of my future, and unsure about who I was becoming.
By Kaleem Ullah7 months ago in Psyche
Am I an Empath or the Opposite? A Brain Dissection in Real Time. Content Warning.
Intellect is something that I indeed lack. And so I feel utterly ashamed. It's like a destructive nature that binds me tightly with my idiocy. It is shameful and I find it exhausting. Not like in a subtle way but from deep within. From the very depths of my core . It is shameful, uncouth, and it, without any doubt completely showcases my involuntary degeneration. I sometimes feel desperate, in need of attention, of attachment, of touch, of guilt, of binding, of love, of torture, of whatever I feel like right now.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Psyche
Reflective/Emotional Story
By Nadeem Shah Dear younger me, You don’t know this yet, but one day you’ll look back and ache for a boy you didn’t protect—yourself.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Psyche
What Attachment Theory Taught Me About My Love Life
For the longest time, I thought love was just about chemistry, timing, and a bit of luck. I didn’t realize that what felt like love was often just a repetition of what I had unconsciously learned as a child.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Psyche
The Stress-Disease Connection: What Nobody’s Telling You
🌪️ Introduction: Stress — The Invisible Epidemic We talk about it casually. We normalize it in memes. We wear it like a badge of honor in our hustle culture.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Psyche
Drinkdown diary
Day zero Wed July 30 2025 Friends over for lunch with their two lovely and very clever children. The youngest, who has only recently started to write, spent his time connecting various devices to the Alexa unit. How he managed this, I have no idea, but when he asked if he could use my iPhone, I said no. Our son, working from home in his room, was surprised by the sudden start of a strange selection of songs on his smart speaker.
By Raymond G. Taylor7 months ago in Psyche
I’m the One Who Never Falls Apart—Until I Did
By Nadeem Shah I’ve always been “the strong one.” You know the type—the person who listens at 2 a.m. when someone needs to vent, who holds space for tears that aren’t their own, who never seems to crack no matter how heavy the storm gets. That was me.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Psyche
The Silence Between Us
By Nadeem Shah It had been 472 days since we last spoke. Not that I was counting—at least, not anymore. In the beginning, I counted everything. The days since the argument. The hours since I thought about calling. The number of messages I typed and never sent. The seconds I stood outside your door that one night… and turned away.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Psyche