humanity

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

Unpopular Opinion: Life's a mirror.
What do I mean by “Life is a mirror?” I can only share my perspective through the experiences I’ve had. With that being said here we go...
By Luca$ Hamm 6 years ago in Psyche
Journal Entries...
I guess I'm back to it. I write journal entries when I can't process my feelings into words when I talk to people because I suck at telling people how I feel so I'm back at writing them down and it's easier to write down since I have more time to process it all.
By Don Anderson II6 years ago in Psyche
The Glass Bowl of Grief
For those who have yet to experience grief, I hope you have a strong support system in place to help you through your time of need. For those who have experienced grief, I extend my hand out to you. Grief is something I think people tend to overlook. The social norm is that we all acknowledge that grief exists, but we don’t talk about it. Most of society tend to think grief is physically losing something. That something could be anything: a loved one, a beloved pet, an old friend, or an elder. The kind of grief that tends to be overlooked are the ones that people can not see. A memory from someone you once loved, an inside joke, or even someone who you put time into for them to only walk away. While walking away is physical, their words are what leave an impact. The old saying is true: words hurt. Period. Grief may be one of the most overlook emotions a person can have. Everyone has heard of the five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. These emotions do not always happen in this order and can happen more than once. But does anyone ever fully accept what they are going through?
By Cienna Jones6 years ago in Psyche
A Loving Heart With Ears
Chapter 1 - A Superhero Finds Her Cape Today I'd like to share on how this woman Rachelle Jones has saved my life. So first we will begin with how she got connected back to her own internal power as a human being. First, she is an avid servant at heart whether it be in the armed forces or outside of them. So after leaving the Air force with her husband she went into full time mothering her two wonderful children. Yet as the toll of life kicked in there still was a missing void in her heart because her father wasn't emotionally available throughout her childhood and her adult life. As her frustration built she felt that he needed to reach out. As time progressed she moved through life growing accustom to that void and still yearned to live a fulfilled life with her family. That was until she got a phone after a social gathering that her father had committed suicide.
By Jahbrae6 years ago in Psyche
On Death and Dying
Throughout my life I have always found comfort in the fact that one day, I am going to die. Death does not frighten me and I do not think it ever has or will. Non-existence does not bother me and also, never has. The very thought of receiving an eternal rest puts some sort of calm into my bones and almost strikes joy into my blood. I would love nothing more than for this world and all its future generations to go spinning on without me. Some people have found that strange that I take comfort in knowing death will one day come and so, allow me to explain.
By Annie Kapur6 years ago in Psyche
I had to loose my mind to find my spirit
This wasnt the first time I went on a manic episode, but it was the first time I got put of it quickly. A big realization came down this time. This time I thought what if this is like what the ancients would have called an enlightenment moment, what if I am just suffering and being misstreated at the hospital is just because theh dont know how to manage what I am going through. What if I would have been born in a Shaman comunity and the Shaman would have guided me into what I was becoming.
By Carla Andrea6 years ago in Psyche
I don’t matter.
An unpopular opinion from a sad black girl. Even when the sun brighter than the R136a1, I still feel dark. Numb. Void. As if I am immune to the sun’s glorious rays. Even when there is a smile on my face, my heart feels like a ton of bricks. This is what an average day for me feels like internally. I continue to move forward; pushing through because if I don’t, who will for me? My unpopular opinion goes without saying, my mental health does matter. Our mental health does matter. With the suicide rates becoming astronomically high within our youth, I felt compelled to speak out; one voice for all. I was seven when I had my first suicide attempt. I experienced severe grief as a child. Yes, I’ve tried counselors. The mental health facility my small city has switched me over to another therapist every couple of months. Eventually, constantly opening up to strangers who would eventually leave anyway broke my spirit. I shut down. I tried to open up to the ones around me, but sometimes, I feel that they’d probably have better things to do than listen to me and my sorrows. Is it my hesitation blocking me from being honest and upfront? I’ve loved, I’ve lost. I’ve seen numerous loved ones with no souls in pretty, smooth caskets. I’ve been abused physically, mentally and emotionally by the hands of my son’s biological father. I’ve been molested by close family friend. I’ve been raped by my best friend’s older brother who groomed me as a child. My father (who also fathers 28+ other children) is a career felon whose recent stint in prison had no effect. He’s back on drugs and once again, I don’t exist in his world. He was never there, so why the hell do I care so much? I care because I’m human. I suffer from bipolar type 1 disorder, anxiety, PTSD, ADHD and as a child, I suffered with ODD. That made things really rough for me and I allowed people to take advantage of me. I grew up tough in my city. We grew up in what we, in my city call “the trenches”. Then, we moved to an area that we call “Area 51”. I felt blocked off from the world. We all had to sell to get by. What can I say? Money is the root of all evil, but we need it to survive. Does that make us all sinners? With all of the commotion that goes on in my little life, I ask myself constantly “Don’t you matter?” At almost 20 years old, I still hesitate to answer that question, but I know that I do! If you are reading this and you are feeling low, if you feel like if the world were to end right now, you wouldn’t miss a thing... you would. I would miss you! I don’t even know you and I would miss you. Anyone who has ever woke up feeling like I have, I am here! If me opening up this way penetrates someone’s alligator skin, I can die in peace. As an unknown writer once said “My intentions are good and my heart is pure.” I want to save you from that despair while also saving myself. This brings my unpopular opinion to a close. WE DO MATTER! #MENTALHEALTHAWARENESS MATTERS! You reading this are a gift from God, Allah, Buddha, the universe, whatever you believe in. You may even be shaking your head in disagreement, but I believe in you. My opinion of you is unpopular simply because in order for it to be a fact, you have to believe it too. I am currently learning how to find courage within myself, as well. We will reform from unpopular opinions to legitimate facts, as long as we have each other. Let’s do this together, okay?
By Ty Powell6 years ago in Psyche
Misery Business
Just over a week ago, they announced the death of TV presenter Caroline Flack. Those close to her spoke of how she was struggling with the pressure of her upcoming court case for domestic abuse and how that pressure had been exacerbated because of coverage in tabloid newspapers and magazines. The tabloids soon found themselves on the receiving end of such scrutiny when people turned on them, blaming them for causing undue stress on what was evidently a very vulnerable person. The newspapers poured their hearts out for Ms. Flack while they hastily purged every article that had contributed to her despair.
By C. Raymond Martin6 years ago in Psyche
From the Mind of a Dysthymic Aspie
She never really knew how she got herself into bad situations, not until after all hell had already broken loose and lost a good portion of her sanity in the process. She made friends easily, but would loose them just as quickly in the aftermath of the insanity she called her life.
By Fae Rie6 years ago in Psyche
"Enough is Enough": Why I Still Can't Stop Thinking About Caroline Flack. Top Story - February 2020.
On February 15th a 40 year old woman took her own life. I may not have known her, but she was one of the 7 billion+ humans I share this planet I call home with. She had a life to live, family and friends who loved her, and so much left to add to the shared experience we are all living through. But n0w she's gone. And though I didn't know her, I can't help but feel pangs of genuine anger and sadness.
By Rebekah Crawley6 years ago in Psyche
My Thoughts are my Issues
I sit on the floor, my old computer that was a gift to me from my high school is resting on my legs, as they are criss crossed, the bottom foot closet to the floor is starting to hurt, feeling numb, going to sleep. Thoughts feel my head over the things I've said, the events that happened, anger that might not even be real from my boyfriend lingers in the air; I tend to over think so much. Clouds forming around my head; the negativity, the positivity, self-doubt, self-love, they hang around me like I have multiple personalities. They try getting in but they can't, they're not powerful enough. My fingers rests at the keys, wanting to type so badly but can't, they can't flow if they have nothing to type to, no thought in mind that is worth typing about. Air fills and leaves my lungs, my bad posture kicks in, money issues start to take over as I remember that I should've taken the extra shift an hour ago.
By Ky 6 years ago in Psyche
A Psychiatric Oddity
"It's not just a dream, doctor, it's a constant replay of the same dream. Oh sure, the people and situation may be a little different, but in the end it's the same theme, and it's where I'll go when I die", Angela said with all the confidence she could muster.
By Denise Willis6 years ago in Psyche