humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Why is it that Rain Drops, but Snow Falls?
Throughout the ages, mankind has been troubled by a multitude of questions. Through perseverance and great intellectual curiosity, many of these questions have answers. Long have they pondered questions such as, "Why is grass green?" "Why is the sky blue?" and “What is the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything?” Thus far, we have been successful in compiling answers. However, there are other questions such as, "Why do you need an appointment to see a psychic?" "If you didn't get caught, did you really do it?" and "What would we do without hypothetical questions?" that have yet to be answered. However, through meditation, self-inquiry and theoretical logic, one of the unanswered questions has been answered. "Why is it that rain drops and snow falls?"
By Shay Hanae6 years ago in Psyche
Mental Illness Hits Home
My name is Susan. I grew up in the suburbs of Westchester County,NY. I attended public schools with my two siblings of my sister a year apart from me and my brother younger by four years. My first recollection of something not right with a family member was when my sister no longer attended public school with myself and brother.
By A Little Bit Of Everything6 years ago in Psyche
Brittle Bones: The Comedown
Abstract: The following excerpt is from my fictional coming-of-age novel about Audrey Anderson's life, a girl from a small made-up town of Tribuca, California, an aspiring musician. This excerpt is a continuation of part one in Indio, CA.
By Paulina Pachel6 years ago in Psyche
A Sensitive Story
That girl is strange but special, a most peculiar mademoiselle…that’s a song quote, which any Disney or beauty and the beast fan could tell you is from a song called Belle. It’s the introduction song to a girl who was different from everyone else, and it’s the song that if you were to ask me, would be the one to best describe me. I was, and still am, someone different, and that’s not a bad thing.
By Belle Trevino6 years ago in Psyche
Is that body language an example of cute aggression?
When you do this work learning never stops. Today I learned a new concept called cute aggression that is worth sharing. Cute aggression is superficially aggressive behavior caused by seeing something cute, such as a human baby or young animal. Cute aggression is something that people of every culture experience. People experiencing cute aggression may grit their teeth, clench their fists, or feel the urge to pinch and squeeze something they consider cute, while not actually causing or intending to cause any harm. When people feel this way it's not accompanied by a desire or intention to cause harm. The observed behavior is an involuntary response to being overwhelmed by a positive emotion.
By Joseph Crown6 years ago in Psyche
Late Night Ramblings
Today I honestly don’t know what to write about. There’s so much that I want to type and let out into the world, but the fear of the consequences drives me crazy. There is so much I want to reveal for everybody to know and see. I’m just so frustrated that I’m literally lost. Writing for me has always been about honesty, but today I don’t even have that.
By Gourav Bhattacharya6 years ago in Psyche
The Gift of Mental Illness
This weekend we took her cat to be euthanized. It was heartbreaking. She was trying to take control of her feelings, trying not to let the sadness break loose, forcing it inside, because it would be too difficult to cry. To be that sad again. Pacing up and down, grinding her teeth and almost running out of the clinic because she couldn't take it any more. Couldn't keep looking at her dear cat lying dead on the table. When we came out of the vet's, she said 'I think I'm going to cry now', letting go of the tears, but not too much, because too much was too scary. We walked up and down the driveway of the veterinarian clinic, my hand on her shoulder, talking about how much her and her cat had gone through together. It was sacred, primal, deeply felt.
By Clear-Eyed Rebel6 years ago in Psyche
I Lost My Damn Mind
On November 14th at 3 AM I was desperately trying to fall asleep. I hadn’t been able to sleep for many many years. In fact sometimes the pain was so severe that I would stay awake for 2-3 days at a time. I remember realizing that I was not able to control my actions. Every time I passed an item I would have to rearrange everything in a newer better manner. Finally I was so exhausted that I started knocking items off the counters and onto the floor. I knew physically that I would not be able to pick it up due to the many disabilities that plague my body. I’ve been closely managing my health for the past 18 years to try and have a resemblance of a life. I was living day to day more miserable than the last. I was forced to retire because I couldn’t remember how to do my job. In an effort to manage my health better I discontinued use of heavy dose pain killers to using medical marijuana. I’ve never really used it before other than a puff or two. I felt alive when I smoked it. No more pain, nausea and more energy. I was actually able to go shopping, make dinner, take a shower and clean up my house. I got it in my head that more is better. When I couldn’t control racing thoughts, nor stop myself I knew I needed to get help. My phone was dead, I live out in the country and it was the coldest night on record for the year, around 5 degrees.
By Palmira Campos6 years ago in Psyche
Brittle Bones: Indio, California
Abstract: The following excerpt is from my fictional coming-of-age novel about Audrey Anderson's life, a girl from a small made-up town of Tribuca, California, an aspiring musician. This excerpt is an interlude of my debut manuscript.
By Paulina Pachel6 years ago in Psyche
