family
Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.
Breaking the Stigma
Breaking the Stigma: Talking Openly About Mental Health In a world where conversations flow freely across digital platforms and social media, one topic still tends to be brushed under the rug—mental health. Despite increased awareness in recent years, stigma around mental health issues continues to thrive, fueled by misunderstanding, fear, and cultural conditioning. It’s time to break the silence. Talking openly about mental health is not just beneficial—it’s essential.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Psyche
The psychology of love
'What is the real definition of love?' I was reading a definition somewhere in my school life that is - without considering good or bad, without feeling ashamed and disobedient to parents, and without going into the ocean, that is love.' The color of love changes based on the mind. Starting from human behavior and perspective, it changes. Since love is not bought and sold with the mind, why should psychologists be left out? Various psychologists have discovered various theories about love by falling into such a patch of love. Here I will share a theory of love of a psychologist with everyone. American psychologist, Professor of Cornell University Robert J. Sternberg's gave a three-dimensional theory of love in 1985, which is known as the Triangular theory of love. According to Stenberg, love in interpersonal relationships revolves around 3 dimensions.
By Arfan Raihen9 months ago in Psyche
Living with the Echo
Living with the Echo: A Story of PTSD and the Journey Toward Healing The clock read 3:17 AM. Sarah lay still in her bed, eyes wide open, drenched in sweat. The room was silent, but her heart was racing like she’d just sprinted a marathon. Another nightmare. Another scene replayed, as vivid and real as if it were happening all over again.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Psyche
The Orchard Within
The Orchard Within For years, Jonas Vale had chased the world. He had the kind of success that people recognized from across the street—tailored suits, a German car with a name that sounded expensive, and a loft with windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. People admired Jonas. Envied him. Clients trusted him. He was always early, always sharp, always moving.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Psyche
100 Reasons Why
Sometimes the price of loving so deeply comes with the quiet wondering if I should just stop caring about other people and turn dark, the path I see so many other kind souls go down after feeling the pain of this world. So, I wanted to write a list of 100 reasons that I love exactly who I am - for the days when my heart grieves and aches as my mind explores the myriad of reasons that I should be anyone other than myself - to avoid causing myself so much pain.
By The Schizophrenic Mom9 months ago in Psyche
She was... Content Warning.
She was that poor little girl, dark skinned with buck teeth. She was that poor little girl, but not in the way of lack, well maybe so because at the time in her life she was poor in judgement, intuition, confidence, and sense. Grown misunderstood and emotionally scorned not just by her peers, but family as well. Born many years later after her siblings (9 years to be exact) her mother was 37 and father was 40 whom had experienced the loss of two babies before her arrival through miscarriages.
By Azrie'l Johnson9 months ago in Psyche
Loving Someone with Borderline Personality Disorder
I never really knew or understood what borderline personality disorder was until this summer. Throughout my life, I had never even considered that someone I love had this mental illness. Growing up, I was exposed to a lot of fighting and emotions through family members. This other family member had bipolar disorder, or so we thought.
By Slgtlyscatt3red9 months ago in Psyche
The Year I Grew Up. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
As my twelfth year commenced my biggest worry in life was the latest pimple that erupted from the middle of my forehead the morning of picture day at school. My most closely guarded secret was the name of the boy I had a crush on. There was nothing more terrifying than the monsters in the dark that I knew I was too old to still fear. The purest form of joy in my life was eating a bowl of ice cream on the back porch with my best friend and sharing a private joke that only we understood. Life was simple. Life was good. Life was about to change, completely.
By A. J. Schoenfeld9 months ago in Psyche
The Night I Lost Myself—and Found My Soul
There are moments in life when the air around you seems to freeze, when the space between your thoughts becomes suffocating, and when you realize that nothing will ever be the same again. It’s a stillness that doesn’t come with comfort but with a deep, unsettling feeling that everything you once knew about yourself is slipping through your fingers.
By Breeana Anita9 months ago in Psyche
