humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
The Growing Threat of Global Poverty
Between the years 1990 and 2015, the World Bank reported that the percentage of the global population living under extreme poverty conditions reduced from as high as 37 percent to as low as 10 percent, a substantial reduction for such a short time frame never before seen in history.
By Arbiter Writing4 years ago in Psyche
7 Ways Love Is Intense For An Intuitive Empath
Intuitive empaths and Heyoka empaths are the most unique of all empaths, their abilities and healing power is second to none, they transmute negative energy into positivity, being fiercely determined to help others to the point where they are easily admired, loved and appreciated. If you are in love with an Intuitive empath, it’s alien love which means their love is unmatched and so out of this world leaving a lasting impact.
By 𝕂.𝔸. 𝕃𝕦𝕩𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒 4 years ago in Psyche
"She Said What?"
* This will be a potentially triggering post as it covers Covid, disabilities, and medical trauma. It is not meant to come from a trauma-informed perspective but to be shared as a full expression of my humanity and personal truths. Also, I chose the above image because it so closely resembles how I've felt, leaning over the side of my couch with my blanket, on days I've felt overwhelmed and in shut-down mode. *
By Jennifer Falandys4 years ago in Psyche
Can You Handle Being “Kimm-ED Out?
OUR MIND PERCEIVES ITSELF TO BE WITHIN A WORLD , IT SEEMS ANYWAY,AND ON A PATH . A PATH ATTEMPTING TO OPEN A DOOR TO WHAT I BELIEVE TO BE CALLED “THE AWAKENING” OR, MORE CLEARLY UNDERSTOOD, AS THE RECOGNITION OF ONES TRUE SELF.
By “K. Dee Livingston” (D.S.A)4 years ago in Psyche
“Yep, You Can Do This”
I often tell me this: “Yep, you can do this”. Sometimes, I doubt about if I just can do ‘this’, or what I am doing. Can I really do it? If I can, did I take too much tasks on my plate. Can I really lay this piece on the violin? Can I actually write the story? What about the decision I have to make for my children?
By Agnes Laurens4 years ago in Psyche
How Electro Convulsive Therapy Saved My Life.
It's nuts that I'm nuts, suffering from a disorder of the psyche. I had always been what my husband refers to as a "Fruit Loop". I've always been impulsive, manic at times, severely depressed at others. I've hallucinated thanks to Mania and maybe due to the odd illicit drug, I've experienced what life has to throw in the most joyful way and have experienced deep, dark depression to the point where I have tried to kill myself. It's exhausting feeling like I'm living life to its' maximum potential one moment and then wondering why I'm a burden on society and my family, experiencing extreme guilt over things I haven't done yet and catastrophising my way through life.
By Tilly Anne4 years ago in Psyche
I forget
I forget... I forgot my name, I know it starts with a 'C' but the rest is unclear. My bed feels familiar, but I cannot pinpoint the feeling in the past. the face that woke me brings a sense of 'home' but the man scares me; I don't know who he is. I notice a young woman knock and enter my room, "Joy," I see her name on the tag of her pale blue shirt; she hands me a few tiny oval shaped items and a glass of water on a tray. "Here are your pills for the morning Missis Cassidy, and your favorite, orange juice," the young lady greets me. All I seem to react with is a smile, I'm still not quite sure how she knows who I am, this morning I didn't even know my name. I didn't know my name, the thought scares me half to death but I attempt not to show those around me how much my mind is spiraling. I slowly try and down the strange 'pills' and juice, once I finish she takes the tray and the glass, and gives me a paper. "These are your activities for today, I made sure to give you all the things you enjoy," its almost as if she was named off of her joyful presence. The man who woke me ran his hand down my arm towards my hand, when his fingers eventually embrace mine; the feeling is warming, it scares me, I've never met this man before. He says my name "come on now Cassidy lets go," when I subtly resist his pull towards the door, when I try and stifle the shear face of fear I wear when I stare at him. he just stares at me, calmly, with those big blue eyes that feel like home, "lets go hun" his haste barely expressed. I fear that if my feelings are expressed I'll scare him away, nonetheless I ask him "who ar-" he cuts me off "I'm sorry hun I forgot, I guess part of me wants to, your memory doesn't work quite right. I'm your husband, Thomas, it might scare you but its okay I'm here, fifty six years and I still wouldn't change a god darn thing," as the words escape his lips I find myself fallen on the floor, speechless; I, a wife to a husband? He sits onto the bed and looks at me, I stay on the floor for a moment trying, scraping the edges of my mind to understand what is going on. After what seems like an age, he reaches for my hand delicately, as if in a way to apologize and thank me at the same time. I stutter to take his hand, hesitant in the fact that I am still so afraid, what else have I forgotten? I think to ask questions to my own mind, but none seem to surface. I feel trapped in my own mind, but as I take his hand a sense of serenity overtakes my mind and sets it at ease. I follow him to the corridor where several other people collaborate to get to their events that Joy had planned for them. after the lovely events, Thomas leads me back to our room, he looks so happy, as if he has forgotten a fear. I have had my own set of fears throughout the day, joy had to assist my regaining of serenity and all Thomas could do was watch, I wonder how often he has that issue. We both sat down and we had some tea in our room, "you wont remember; hun, you never seem to remember, but its okay I'll always be here." his words, though I may not fully grasp the detriment to what they mean, bring tears to my cheek. As we finish our tea and start getting ready for bed, he starts crying, no matter how hard he tries to hold it from me I can tell. He notices "your memory works until you wake up again, then it'll be like nothing ever happened." After a long talk on how we wish I would remember, and I've had another attack, we start to calm down and get ready to sleep. Words start to form on his lips but I end them "its okay, it'll be okay" and we drift off to sleep, his arms clutching my body as to make sure I don't fall, as to keep my memories inside me. My dreams; I dream of my house, I can see it clearly, a little girl, me, playing outside with a small dog as my parents watch from the balcony, the bright blue paint with its white accents and door, the big window where I can see the wonderful plants inside. I stay in this memory for a while before I go, and my final thoughts are those of peace.
By Joe klemmer4 years ago in Psyche
Polar Opposition
At the extremes: Stoic -vs-Epicurean Epicurean: One should enjoy life to its fullest by savouring each experience. Stoic: It is good to be happy, but you lose the habit of accentuating each mild pleasure when you pursue only the epitome of pleasure. Old age will come and leave a hollow want, where the statement that you must have been great is only a bitterness. It is better to habituate satisfaction with the moment, letting the cherry on top come as a passing fruit bound to fade.
By Warren Peidl4 years ago in Psyche
5 Common Traits of Extroverts that Make Them Attractive
Do you love meeting new people? Do you love to be friend with others? Do you like to start a conversation? Do you like to talk and gossip about things? Does a big social event leave you feeling energized and renewed? If you can answer yes to these questions, then there is a possibility that you are an extrovert.
By Mariam Jabeen4 years ago in Psyche
The Third Rule of Carebear
The Third rule of Care bear.. We never remain silent on matters of injustice and we always support each other. One thing I have always believed is that when there is an emergency we always stand up for each other. We never let one person solve or sacrifice for the stake of the all. Where injustice is allowed to flourish it becomes a cancer. Only in using our voices and our actions can we change things. Where one person is left to carry on bearing the burden, the all is not made better. Silence is never the answer. When you are silent, it is an act of agreement with injustice. Where one suffers, we suffer as a family at the pain of our brother or sister.
By Justice for All4 years ago in Psyche
Before You Fall - Shine Your Light
"This little light of mine… I'm gonna let it shine…" https://pixabay.com/photos/evening-atmosphere-guitar-player-77353/ I always wanted to be a writer, but I never felt confident in my writing ability. Every one of my English teachers had spurned my efforts, and whenever I mustered the courage to show my friends or family my works, I would only be told what was wrong or what was missing from what I wrote.
By BK Johnsen4 years ago in Psyche
