humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Letters never written (pts 2).
Trigger warning: Sexual abuse, Assault, under-aged sexual assault, minor assault, abuse. Please read at your own discression. No sexual details or descriptions are made. Only an incomplete account by memory and the afterthoughts of the abuse.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche
Letters never written.
My hands were shaking as I grasped the crinkled-up pages in my hands. My palms grew sweaty and I felt the heat leave my face, flushing me out. I never expected to receive this letter. But I have been waiting for it for years anyway. I call that anticipation anxiety.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche
The Power Found in Pain
While prying a panel down from the ceiling my pry bar slipped in such a way that the back side of it hit my jaw. As I spat out a bit of blood as well as the corner of my front tooth, my only response to this was a calm, “Okay”. Three weeks later I sat post car accident. A man in a stolen vehicle chose to run through a blinking red light. Airbag dust floating in the air, checking myself for external injury, acknowledging fully he just totaled my car, my response was the same. Simply a calm, “Okay”. I reflected on these moments’ days later. Deeply concussed, my body in pain from the impact, I was seriously questioning my mental health. I conclude that through the trauma of the past three years either I have gone insane or reached some level of nirvana where nothing can touch me. Either way I was okay with it.
By Irene Milby4 years ago in Psyche
A Day in My Disabled Life
All my life I have had to explain what Cerebral Palsy is, while people stare at me in the high street looking me up and down with a hint of confusion upon their face wondering, 'what's wrong with me?'. I, a disabled person, do not fit the image of a disabled person (or so society would have you think). To some, I am not able enough to be considered a 'normal person', but to others, I am not disabled enough to be considered 'vulnerable', for I do not look disabled, can speak myself - or I 'sound okay'.
By Rosie J. Sargent4 years ago in Psyche
The Terrible Fog
I remember lying on the living room floor on my side, the worn, smooth wooden planks pressing into my cheek. I felt heavy, leaden, and each breath was a struggle – like my chest was sandwiched between two brick walls. My arms limp in front of me, my legs curled up to my stomach, I was simply staring at myself in the mirror we had nailed horizontally on the wall to make the room seem bigger.
By Davia Buchacher4 years ago in Psyche
Encapsulated Mother
Encapsulated mother In his fabulous book entitled Going Sane, Adam Philips, an author and psychoanalyst wrote that at times becoming depressed, schizoid or otherwise mentally incapacitated is the only sane thing our mind can do. It is my feeling and suspicion that after experiencing a series of lockdowns many of us would recognize the truth in this statement. That at times going insane is the only sane thing we can do because the circumstances are beyond what we have experienced thus far and there are no examples of coping in our histories and experiences thus far. I’ve been struggling a lot with my mental health over the last year, more so than in previous years. Depression was not new to me. I remember when my son was around three, I would often withdraw to an unknown mental space to the point that he would slap me and shout: ‘Mummy, come back. Mummy, come back.’ I would of course awake at that instant but these withdrawal moments were frequent. Mothers with mental health problems, if they are like me, feel that they are in precarious positions. They may feel that as soon as they were to admit to their struggles, they will either be accused of not loving their children enough or that they will be deemed as unfit for purpose. This just exacerbates the problem and prolongs the suffering and a feeling that there are no solutions.
By Alicja Pyszka-Franceschini4 years ago in Psyche
Generational Sleepwalking & Honing the Power of Awakening
Living is an art in itself. Waking up to God’s creation each day, as an artist ready to create his destiny. We are all dancing through a dream as co-creators of our very experience. But we have long forgotten our power and fallen victim to various societal forces.
By Bridget Vaughn4 years ago in Psyche
Looking Back
There was a time when the world we live in was filled with magic and mystery and every human being participated in it on a daily basis. This was a time people of the Earth on all continents and in every country had a deep connection to nature and the land they lived on.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Psyche
