humanity

Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.

Day 136
"Captain log entry. Early morning. It's been one-hundred and thirty-six days since I've been stranded here. There are others here with me at least two dozen, but none of them are worthy explorers or survivalists as I am. Most of them are tourists who expected an eventful vacation, a break from the grueling monotony of their daily lives. They speak of how this trip was supposed to be rejuvenating and calming. I doubt this is what they expected. After all, neither did I.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Psyche
Mel's Planet
When the astronomers first spotted it in the sky, thousands of lightyears away, they thought that it was some sort of asteroid. No one really knows how or why it suddenly appeared, only that one day there was an empty patch of black space within the view of the Hubble telescope, and the next there was a mysterious celestial body emitting a piercing blue light. It didn’t take long for the scientists to determine that it was racing toward Earth, so they nicknamed it Mel’s Comet, after the researcher who saw it first.
By Sarah Wernher5 years ago in Psyche
Empty Lives
Everywhere I look I see models. In shop windows, ads online, and as I’m scrolling through Instagram. I see their tan, airbrushed skin, the way their hair falls so perfect, framing their unmarked face. My reflection stares back through the glass and I see the scars from years of acne, a random freckle here and there, the scar in my eyebrow, a dimple that dents my cheek when I smile. I don’t have the bronze, flawless complexion of a model. My skin could be compared to a vampire during the winter and turns flaming red in the summer sun. They don’t have scars or freckles to show that they have done anything but exist in front of a camera.
By Sydney Weaver5 years ago in Psyche
Belonging, Longing to Be
Something That Sparks a Memory I have a GPS watch, a Garmin. It's an inanimate object, to a degree. But I charge it, put it on my wrist, and push some buttons.
By Karen Lichtman5 years ago in Psyche
Life...am I Right?
Life is interesting and mysterious. Often times I find myself questioning the reality of it. Is this really how things are happening? Am I really here? Is this nothing but a very vivid dream? Think about what we know about dreams. Not very often do we have control over our dreams. Unsure of what is about to happen. The ending never really known. Life is quite similar in that respect. Sometimes in our everyday lives things happen that seem impossible, miraculous, or unreal. Again, quite similar to dreams. So how are we truly able to know, if the life we are living; our current present. Is something we are actually experiencing?
By Paige Lauscher5 years ago in Psyche
The Island
A mysterious voice thunders from the heavens, “Fair winds and following seas.” The inhabitants of the island stop in their tracks and stare into the sky.
By Rick Adventure 5 years ago in Psyche
The Myth of Tomorrow
Context and premise Tomorrow is a word. As a matter of fact it is a powerful word on our minds. Tomorrow is a concept I think about every day without paying much attention to it.
By Eric Stone5 years ago in Psyche
I Knew A Girl Once
I knew a girl once. She was nice. Really nice. Perhaps a little too nice. Let me tell you a tale about her. She would do anything for anybody. She would ask for nothing in return. Expected nothing in return.
By Jaqueline Grenier5 years ago in Psyche
Acne
AM It’s not getting up on the wrong side of the bed that sets a bad tone for the day. It’s waking up, looking in the mirror, and seeing a face— your face— dotted with cherry acne.
By Jane Hadley5 years ago in Psyche
Under Weather Dreamscape
Sicken days comes when they come. Something slowly that sneaks up right when you least expect it. Slow breathing, body aching and mind feeling distorted. You travel to the land of dreams in search something familiar. Feeling so weak you want nothing to do but fall into a meditative state where your body becomes dormant. Plunding into the abyss of mental weight lifting. Swirling side to side in a dizzy fade. Unmotivated and trapped into a sea of traps. Falling through the traps and weighted down the hole of despair.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Psyche
Gentleman
Hold the door, offer your jacket, say please and thank you, buy her flowers. Put a napkin on your lap, never eat the last slice of cake, know the difference between your soup spoon and dessert spoon. Never ask a woman her age. Don’t just ask how her day was, listen to what she says. Give up your seat on the metro, treat those in the service industry with respect and dignity, walk her home, never leave the party without thanking the host.
By Shawn Daring5 years ago in Psyche
On the difficulty of interpretation
It is not easy to posit a reason or cause when faced with misfortune, even if the degree is relatively minor. The term gaslighting has been used to describe what in college campuses are occasionally referred to as microaggressions. The way these are treated tend to range from outright dismissal, as is often the case when the perspective which deems it such may have confronted rather more direct or abusive forms of violence. Or they are incorporated into what is commonly understood as the culture of a campus or milieu.
By Arsh K.S5 years ago in Psyche