humanity

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

Mykie
(This is a warning! This has some graphic detail and triggers in it) Mykie glanced in the mirror, tracing her outline with a shaky finger. She didn't even know why she was crying anymore; but, she couldn't seem to stop either. Her eyes were puffy and glossed over, there was no way she could hide it this time. Her tears fell silently down her flushed cheeks; while she tried to keep herself quiet. Her breathing was raspy and shallow, she could feel the knot in her chest threatening to keep her from breathing at all. Cold chills were sweeping their way through her body. It pained her that this was more feeling than the numbness she had begun to grow accustomed to as of late.
By Amaya Okazaki5 years ago in Psyche
The voices
They began when I was 12, 2 years and 4 months ago. They first happened at school when I couldn’t find my freind, who also struggles with anxiety and suicidal thoughts, so when I couldn’t find him and began to panic due to the halls being crammed with people; that was where I first heard them. I finally managed to make my way to the stairwell to get upstairs to my class after the bell went but as I began to climb the stairs they were in my head talking. Unfortunately I can’t give you exact words as it was like they were speaking an alien language but I could still decipher their meanings. At this point the multiple voices spoke as one mush of a voice all saying different things but with the same meanings. When I heard them I grabbed onto the bannister with a rock tight grip and my breathing became even more ragged. One of my favourite teachers, a pshe teacher who helped students with their mental health, saw me and helped me get to my science class. The rest of day passed as normal except for the fact that every now and again snippets of voices would pass into my head.
By Tazgirl5 years ago in Psyche
The Self Obsession with Psyche Imperfection
Despite the fact we have a conducted thought process to conduct what to say, somehow a certain sentence slips through that makes this self-scrutinizing turmoil begin and it just doesn't stop.
By Samantha Parrish5 years ago in Psyche
Losing Your Rights at the Loony Bin
I had the unfortunate experience of being locked up against my will in a psychiatric institution. Here are the series of events that led up to that incarceration. Yes, that's what I call it as that to me is EXACTLY what it was. I was put in a room (cell), held against my will, and had my freedoms taken from me. I was threatened with longer term incarceration for being quiet, which I was told was my right to do so, for dropping a cell phone four inches onto a padded chair and more. If you do not think for one moment that the under-privileged and minorities, mainly our black and brown (darker-skinned) brothers and sisters can be and are mistreated, THINK AGAIN. If I as a PRIVILEGED, WHITE WOMAN WAS and can be treated this way JUST IMAGINE how minorities can be treated by those who have prejudice in their hearts.
By Sassy Lady Ava G5 years ago in Psyche
They Don't Understand
They Don't Understand Gabreil Chilson 07-17-2020 *Trigger Warning and Strong Meaning * *Mental Illness* People can love you and not understand you at all. And that is awful. Truly awful. You may rather have someone who hates you because they do not understand. That would be easier. It's frustrating to know that they care but yet can't seem to grasp even a single thing that's going on inside our heads. They want what's best for you but they can't understand that we are trying our best. There is nothing more that we can do and just their recognition for our small victories and efforts would provide clarity and happiness. Somehow they still don't understand that. They talk, they advise, they push you thinking they are helping us. Yet in the world of us, they have just pushed us over the edge of the active volcano. Of which we have been tottering for so long. After we have broke open and exploded they will get mad. "I do a lot of things for you, you are not responsible, you are lazy, you can do better, you this- you that." They know nothing of the war we fight within our own minds. A war which we can not see the end of, as if this is how life is. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, no finish line to get closer to, no victory to look forward to. We are fighting in an endless black abyss and each battle threatens to end it all.
By Gabreil Chilson5 years ago in Psyche
Chaotic Absolute And A Beautiful Torment
Chaotic Absolute And A Beautiful Torment That perfect absolute moment when I realized that I was more insanely more terrified of losing my son than of the simplicity of death itself, and that I loved him more than anyone I have had ever loved before, or ever will. I love him more than I could ever love myself, it’s a scary, calm, beautiful, easy love. I could stare death in the eye and ask him to please hurry along, but the simplest thought of losing my son, the soul that helped save me just by making his way into this world, who’s laugh made everything in me feel pure and right, who’s perfect happiness puts a smile on my face, and absolutely nothing on heaven or earth could compare to. My one right was the most perfect version of himself without ever trying or needing.
By Allison Stevenson5 years ago in Psyche
Black Men and Mental Health:
Black Men are the epitome of strength. However, as a culture we define strength based on outward appearance. When the reality is that true strength comes from within and starts in your mind. As black men we are taught to be strong and not show emotion because that is a form of weakness.
By Abe Lowe IV6 years ago in Psyche
They Think I'm Crazy
FOREWORD …I resented social barriers as artificial distinctions made by the strong to determine those from the weak, but the distinction of what is strong and weak are never to be settled, so thus what becomes of strong and weak if the definition is but non-existent. I choose not to follow supposed conditioned social barriers, but base my own barriers on those who respect and disrespect. I resented man just as much as I loved man, this world was not made for barriers and labels, labels my essence became identified as. The trees know no prejudice, and the waves know only of water not of rivers and seas and the power one possessed and one didn’t. The stars regardless of how bright others shone never competed to be the one lighting up the sky for they knew the light they cascaded upon us together was brighter than any light they could produce as one. Labels, barriers and the power of man became the death of me, why live in a world so perfectly flawed when I could shower my ashes upon the natural ground, pristine with dirt…
By Ariel Wynn6 years ago in Psyche
Legendary Poetry: Elation
Elation Why do I feel this way? By all means, I should feel as though a ton of bricks were dropped directly on my head while I "rested" on a bed of sharp nails. My pain, my evil and cruel "friend", haunts me, torments me, and harrases me daily, nightly, and whenever he, surely it must be a he as he is as brutal as the worst dictator might be, both wants and desires. And so I sit ith my head in my hands curled up int e fetal position doing the best I cn to endure my pain. I have long since hoped that my pain will actally go away because the fact of the matter is, my pain has NOT gone away. What does all of this have to do with elation or happiness you may ask. Please be patient with me and let me tell you the tale that will eventually answer this important question.
By Legend Gilchrist6 years ago in Psyche
Why I Wish I Didn’t Have A Semi Colon Tattoo
It is so very strange to be so far from okay. It can be frustrating, it can be emotional, it is inherently a struggle. And I feel it’s only gotten harder with time, rather than easier.
By Remy Dhami6 years ago in Psyche
Intimate Stranger
Intimate Stranger False comfort evaporates when one realizes that it is not the act that is the true crime, but rather using it to avoid seeing the real stranger ... inside.
By Noel Kathryn6 years ago in Psyche
Trigger Warning
She who dares to stand where I stood… Well, the truth is you’re absolutely crazy. You have the least awareness regarding what you’ve walked into. If i’m speaking straight from the shoulder, you’re in the ride of your life sweet girl. But there are a few pro’s to the roller-coaster ride that is, Justin Pettway; you’ll come across those soon, if you haven’t already. In the meantime, enjoy your peace and self-awareness, while you can.
By Jenna Wilson6 years ago in Psyche