humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
The Gift
“You aren’t a frequent flyer are you huh?” The words startled Alec out of his fear-induced reverie. He whipped his head around and looked over at the person sitting beside him who had spoken the words. These were the first words that the girl had spoken to him the entire flight. She was a girl. She could not be older than nineteen. Probably off to do a gap year. If I had to do it again, I would have done mine in Munich too. She was cute as a button, she reminded him of his daughter Charlotte. Except for the pink hair. Kids these days and their teenage rebellion. She smiled at him, a sad rueful thing.
By Immanuel Coke5 years ago in Psyche
Lucid
She longed for sleep but achieving it was rarely an easy endeavor. Something so natural and so necessary had become an exertion. As soon as her head hit the pillow, neurons started firing in protest, sparking her left hemisphere into overdrive. Thoughts flooded her brain. Every night the same, a body worn from the day versus a mind that was waking up. The descent through the three stages of NREM was far from smooth. The initial production of alpha and theta waves was lengthened from the average seven minutes to an anxiety-filled twenty to thirty. Did I pay that bill? Could I have phrased that differently? Trivialities morphed into potential catastrophes.
By Alexi Hastings 5 years ago in Psyche
Black Note Blues
Katherine Severn’s soft footsteps were drowned by the sound of rainfall, which was itself so common in Portland the sound of it against her umbrella went unnoticed. As she walked under the ivy-draped walkways of her friend’s apartment, she retracted her umbrella and shook it off before leaning it by the door and knocking.
By Ellis William Reed5 years ago in Psyche
What’s The Price
Have you ever wondered if life is already written out for you? More importantly, if you knew it was, would you want to read the book? maybe you'd skip to the end and live a life of deja vu; or would you choose to seal it shut and allow the contents to remain a mystery?
By Jake Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Hidden Identities
It was a grey, cold morning. The kind of grey and cold you only have the miserable privilege of enduring when you live in a spectacular house on the lake. The winters here are beautiful, but miserable. A special kind of sarcastic fuck you from mother nature herself.
By Jen Craig-Evans5 years ago in Psyche
Getting out of Forgottensville, West Virginia.
12th July Blood splattered on the sink below me. Hunched over, wheezing. More coughing. more blood. And rest, my lungs deserve it. I took a step back, stumbling as I lowered myself, resting my back against the bathtub’s wall.
By George Devo5 years ago in Psyche
