humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Are You Out There?
I woke up in a dream once, either mine or someone else's... I wonder if it was yours. I opened my eyes to see a breathtaking sky, pink and golden and endless. The blades of soft, green grass tickled my fingertips and my toes. I sat up to find myself in a field of dew sparkled flowers, and just beyond the horizon, a tall, glittering forest. I stood up and looked down at my bare feet. "How small," I whispered, and then noticed the same about my arms and hands as I stretched them out before me. I started walking toward the forest, and soon thereafter, I stepped in a small puddle. Startled, I withdrew my foot from the cool water, and watched as it calmed itself. I was shocked as my reflection revealed, not the grown woman I am now, but the small child I was so many years ago. "Wow," I whispered, and then "Wow!" again louder, as if the child's voice escaping from my lips would confirm that my body had indeed, somehow, reverted in time. Excitement took hold of me. I looked back to the horizon and like a streak of wind, I bolted for the forest ahead.
By Stacey Price5 years ago in Psyche
Shattered past
Falling internally though my past, I am in slow-motion, free as a bird although I know this emotional state will not last long. There is an essence of misdirected tranquillity to cherish as I begin elegantly twirling, whirling to my eternally, doomed destiny. As I reach terminal velocity my conscience begins to fade and with a final grimace of the world I unintentionally constructed, I begin to hallucinate…
By The Lioness5 years ago in Psyche
The storm
The gale howled not to dissimilar to Casanova as the sullen air ensued, the pitter patter of the rain against my souls embodied the orchestrated pursuit. The lighting reverberated off the ground transmitting an involuntary shudder which traced my spine. Conflicted, I halted just for an instance as the flicker of light and trundling of thunder cause me to endeavour in my bearings portraying what ceases to exist as my mind began to reminisce…
By The Lioness5 years ago in Psyche
From Block to Boss:The Diary of an Addict Part 1
Every morning I woke up, feverish, chills running down my spine. My skin felt like tiny needles were pricking me all over. It was as if my epidermis had the carbonation of a freshly opened Sprite. Nausea overcame all my senses. Shaking and sweating, I rolled over searching my nightstand for the cure. Checking the clock, it was 3 AM. My 6-month-old baby still soundly asleep. I opened the drawer on the table. Small, blue glassine bags tucked neatly inside individual mini Ziploc pouches, were strewn all throughout the drawer. I rifled through them, choosing the two that looked the fullest. I began emptying them on the screen of my phone. I used to use my ID, or whatever card was readily available to sort them into lines, but I didn’t bother anymore. What did it matter what shape it was in when I put the heroin up my nose? Shaking, I reached over and grabbed the first dollar bill that my fingers could reach inside of my purse. As carefully as I could, I rolled the bill into a tube and inhaled my instant cure. I lay back, letting my mucus absorb the brownish powder substance and let it drip down the back of my throat. Within minutes, the shaking stopped. The chills went away. My skin didn’t hurt to be touched anymore. I was well again. I peered out of my bedroom window. We were in the middle of a snowstorm. 20 inches of pure white climbed almost to the top of the window frame. Maybe today I’ll have some peace and quiet. Luckily for me, I wasn’t just an addict- I was the supplier as well.
By Jessica LaConte5 years ago in Psyche
My voice in the Mirror
You know when a character has a moral conflict in an animated or comedic movie and the little angel version of themselves appears on one shoulder and a devil appears on the other? It's always been a fun dynamic, visualizing the conflict people have in their heads as they have their inner thoughts displayed to the audience. I wish the mirror was like that. I wish my head was like that actually, letting me actually know what's right and wrong. Every single time I want to think, I find myself drifting to the mirror.
By The DemonMaster5 years ago in Psyche
From Block to Boss- The Diary of an Addict Part 1
Every morning I woke up, feverish, chills running down my spine. My skin felt like tiny needles were pricking me all over. It was as if my epidermis had the carbonation of a freshly opened Sprite. Nausea overcame all my senses. Shaking and sweating, I rolled over searching my nightstand for the cure. Checking the clock, it was 3 AM. My 6-month-old baby still soundly asleep. I opened the drawer on the table. Small, blue glassine bags tucked neatly inside individual mini Ziploc pouches, were strewn all throughout the drawer. I rifled through them, choosing the two that looked the fullest. I began emptying them on the screen of my phone. I used to use my ID, or whatever card was readily available to sort them into lines, but I didn’t bother anymore. What did it matter what shape it was in when I put the heroin up my nose? Shaking, I reached over and grabbed the first dollar bill that my fingers could reach inside of my purse. As carefully as I could, I rolled the bill into a tube and inhaled my instant cure. I lay back, letting my mucus absorb the brownish powder substance and let it drip down the back of my throat. Within minutes, the shaking stopped. The chills went away. My skin didn’t hurt to be touched anymore. I was well again. I peered out of my bedroom window. We were in the middle of a snowstorm. 20 inches of pure white climbed almost to the top of the window frame. Maybe today I’ll have some peace and quiet. Luckily for me, I wasn’t just an addict- I was the supplier as well.
By Jessica LaConte5 years ago in Psyche
The Cypress Tree and the Night’s sky
Before work every morning I rise and paint the city and nearby surroundings. Most mornings, I don't get to finish because I have to hurry off to work and meet the demands of daily life. However, I cannot sleep when the sun rises. The sun creeps into my window every morning, and like a warm friend reminds me of the day's immediate demands. This is even with a cloth over my window. With my mind hazes, I take off the window covering and am nearly blinded by the glaze of our galaxy's only star. It appears completely red most mornings and covers the sky briefly with a yellow tint like my skin.
By Michael Mannen5 years ago in Psyche
"A True Sociopath"
I know that everyday life for the average person is hard. It's downright difficult to make money, provide for a family, and balance a schedule. In addition, constantly filtering your emotions through the accepted purifier of social norms is an unending task. For the run of the mill Tom, Dick, and Harry life is a constant struggle.
By Fabricating Fiction5 years ago in Psyche
