humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm
What Is an Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm (AAA)? The **aorta** is the largest artery in the body, carrying oxygen-rich blood from the heart to the rest of the body. The **abdominal aorta** is the section of the aorta that runs through the abdomen, supplying blood to vital organs such as the intestines, kidneys, and lower limbs.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Psyche
100 Reasons Why
Sometimes the price of loving so deeply comes with the quiet wondering if I should just stop caring about other people and turn dark, the path I see so many other kind souls go down after feeling the pain of this world. So, I wanted to write a list of 100 reasons that I love exactly who I am - for the days when my heart grieves and aches as my mind explores the myriad of reasons that I should be anyone other than myself - to avoid causing myself so much pain.
By The Schizophrenic Mom9 months ago in Psyche
Lessons in the Mirror
Lessons in the Mirror Mistakes are often seen as flaws in our journey—marks of imperfection, signs that we’ve failed somehow. But what if we flipped the script? What if we saw mistakes not as setbacks, but as stepping stones to a better, wiser version of ourselves?
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Psyche
The Heart of Well-Being
The Importance of Mental Health: A Foundation for Well-Being In recent years, conversations around mental health have gained much-needed attention. No longer relegated to whispers or dismissed as weakness, mental health is now recognized as a critical component of overall well-being. As society becomes more aware of the complexity of the human mind, the importance of maintaining good mental health is increasingly evident. Mental health affects every aspect of our lives—from how we think and feel to how we interact with others and manage stress. Understanding and prioritizing mental health is not just beneficial; it is essential.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Psyche
I Didn't Write This For You To Read. Honorable Mention in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
I don’t usually share my writing with people I know. It’s not that I’m ashamed of what I write—it’s just that the moment you let someone in, especially someone from your real life, everything feels a little more… exposed. I worry people will read into things. That they’ll recognize themselves in a sentence. And that if they do, they'll be hurt or feel uncomfortable. Or they’ll decide that something isn’t “true enough.” Or maybe they’ll just think it’s bad.
By Hannah Hess9 months ago in Psyche
It's March 25. Honorable Mention in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
I still think about Giuseppe every day. It’s March 25 and I catch myself staring out the window - in a trance - never sure for how long or what I was looking for. Spring has started to reveal himself, provocatively - though my desire seems frozen inside the 25 kisses G used to leave on my sleepy forehead before catching the metro; a morning person to my night owl, compatible only through dialectical juxtaposition, cosmically at odds. I’ve learned to relinquish my daze to Spring, an act of supplication to lead the escape from Winter and all the heartbreak we bore with the cold, infamous for keeping dead organs alive.
By Aaron Calloway9 months ago in Psyche
The Night I Lost Myself—and Found My Soul
There are moments in life when the air around you seems to freeze, when the space between your thoughts becomes suffocating, and when you realize that nothing will ever be the same again. It’s a stillness that doesn’t come with comfort but with a deep, unsettling feeling that everything you once knew about yourself is slipping through your fingers.
By Breeana Anita9 months ago in Psyche
The buzzard and the squirrel. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge. Content Warning.
Everything is the same, never better. The same… The same…. The same….. The same tiresome playlist on the radio, same trees clawing overhead, same beat-to-death roads and same jarring potholes. I feel my breath catch under the sameness as I drag myself to work. The weight is becoming too much to bear. A snapping approaches, but then something startles the sameness: a tiny beacon in the monotonous landscape.
By E. L. Stacy9 months ago in Psyche










