schizophrenia
Schizophrenia 101; look beyond the pop culture portrayals and learn the reality behind this oft-stigmatized mental illness.
The Emotional Support of Service Animals for Those Suffering From Mental Illness
Service animals are specially trained to provide comfort, guidance, and support to those with mental disorders, and can be an important part of a person's treatment plan. In this blog post, we will discuss the various ways in which service animals can provide emotional support for those suffering from mental illness.
By Les Morgan3 years ago in Psyche
How To Be An Independent Thinker.
Mind works on the principle of senses. What we see is what we think. What we hear is what we think. Even what we smell is what we think. It also works on the principle of what we have been through in life e.g. if I had a fight recently I will be angry on little things. So the effect of external environment highly determines the mindset of most people in the world.
By Rather Zain3 years ago in Psyche
Lost In Their Minds.
Once upon a time I went to the market. I saw many people, some buying fruits, some eating, some cleaning the floor, some calling their loved ones, some were laughing and some about to cry. I saw one thing which was common. I.e. all of them were lost. Only some were actually thinking about what they were doing. Most of them were lost in their minds. Some thinking about how to widen their business. Some how to get a job. Some dreaming of a trip. Some how to get promoted. All of them had thoughts and least of them had right thoughts. I found that the solution for all of those minds was to have right thoughts. But what are right thoughts? Rights thoughts are not the genius ideas or the thoughts of high quality. Right thoughts are the thoughts about what we are doing right now. Because if we have thoughts about anything other than what we are doing, that adds up into stress and most of us then loose the control of our minds and get mad. We cannot solve problems while working. So to think what we are doing right now, I believe are the thoughts of highest quality and thinking about what we are doing gives quality. Example if I'm making a bread and I'm having thoughts about how to make the best bread, I will make the best one. If I will think about anything else, I will make the bread which I was making from years, means I will never improve. So thoughts about present gives quality as well as improvement. Now you may ask this question to yourself, why don't all of us think rightly? I belive most of the minds don't love to think about what we actually are doing. Because that creates a type of mental pressure, which only some do handle. Mind never loves to suffer, it always tries to escape from that pressure. To escape that pressure sometimes it starts to imagine of the better circumstances or have the thoughts about what happened recently. But those who handle this mental pressure never stop improving and they have better control on their lives. Because this pressure means actually our mind is learning new things or improving what we already know. So having right thoughts or presence of mind actually can make us the better thinkers or we can say right thinkers and help us to not get lost. Now the question arises isn't it important sometimes to get lost?
By Rather Zain3 years ago in Psyche
Failure by Design
Every time he heard those sounds in the back of his head, only reminded him he wasn't yet dead. They say loser, they say wimp, they say everything that brings him closer to his own death. If he didn't ask for it then why do they pressure him on. On to the next level of insanity, the next level to never face anyone again.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Psyche
Living With Someone Who Suffers From Schizophrenia
This mental disorder can impact your loved one’s ability to care for themselves properly or carry out their daily responsibilities as they once did. With proper self-care in place, however, you can both manage the symptoms of schizophrenia and improve your overall quality of life – which we’ll discuss later on in this guide. Here are some other things you should know about living with someone who has been diagnosed with schizophrenia.
By Les Morgan3 years ago in Psyche
Flying service horses...
Ok, so let me start this article off with some background. Some entity has been denying me my service horse. After getting a lawyer involved, this entity is citing non-specific safety concerns about Aurora walking with me. Yet, I am more than welcome to have her with me. Just without her walking.
By The Schizophrenic Mom3 years ago in Psyche
Wander in the mind
Today I woke up rather early, 6am to be specific. I usually wake up around 9am, not too early, but just the right amount of time to start my morning before I feel it’s time for afternoon activities. But today I woke up at dusk, I didn’t want to move, I lied there awake and aware, hearing the sounds of my maids and servants at work outside my room. I had no job, I was an heiress, daughter of a wealthy businessman; my father was always traveling, and my mother was dead, so I was mainly on my own. I entertained myself in my home everyday, good thing it’s big too, or I’d be extremely bored. Especially since I never go outside, Im not allowed, but I’ve never known why. Perhaps it’s dangerous, maybe there are aliens, or it could be a plague. I don’t mind though, I have plenty to keep me occupied, anyways, today I was just lying on my bed, after an hour of being lost in my thoughts, I got up and went to the doors I went wandering around my house, grabbed a snack, and I heard the doorbell. I became so excited thinking it was my father, I ran to the door avoiding the maids so I could be unbothered; I pulled the door open, but stopped in my tracks when I saw nothing. Not one person stood there, I sunk my head in disappointment, and in my vision appeared a box: a small, beautiful, white box with rose gold flowers popping out of the sides. As weird as it was to find a random box at the foot of my door, I was curious and intrigued, so I took it. I snuck back to my room filled with excitement, admiring the box as I opened my door. Normally, one would ask the basic, “Who, what, where, why and how?” Yet, all I wanted to do was open it. I didn’t care where it came from, I wasn’t nervous about what lurks inside; I took a breath, and flung open the top. In the center was a tiny beautiful ballerina, and she began to sing, “Upon my toes, why I am here, I never shall know. I sing my song and dance my dance, admire me, you’ll be in my trance. I come from a land of sugars and sweets, one day I was cursed and put asleep. You have three days to set me free or you’ll be trapped here just as me.” Holy shit. What?! This cursed ballerina in a music box was trapped, and if I didn’t save her, I’d be trapped too? This is crazy, I mean, I’ve always believed in magic, but to have something this spooky happen to me is absolutely wild. I wasn’t going to waste any time, I went straight to work on figuring this mystery out. Okay, she comes from a land of sugar and sweets, my very childlike mind immediately thought of the game Candyland, but how could that be? A character from Candyland, or maybe it was talking about The Nutcracker; a sugar plum fairy?! After all it was a ballerina in that music box. At this point I believed anything could be real, I swallowed down my doubts, and stuck with my Nutcracker theory. I spent the rest of the day reminiscing on the numerous occasions I saw The Nutcracker, both on film, and live productions. All of a sudden I was dancing in the snow, surrounded by glistening white snowflakes, crystals, and sweet, giant candy. I was alone, moving through this world, happiness melting through my body, when, a dark fog rolled in. The wind howled and screeched, the sky cast a frightening dark painting, there was a glow in the distance; a bright green glow, creeping it’s way closer… then, BOOM! I jerked awake, falling onto the floor, I looked around, I was still in my drafty, boring bedroom. It was only a dream, but it was also a clue, and a good thing too because I only had until tomorrow before midnight to set the ballerina free. I began thinking about my dream: I was dancing, first of all, I don’t dance, so perhaps I was the ballerina, and the dream was her point of view. She was dancing in a snowy white world, so she must be the snowflake princess; she danced so elegantly, and was so dainty. Then I remembered the dog, how spine tingling and discomforting it felt. It came so eerie and it crept quietly, then *GASP* the green light! That was the last thing I saw before violently waking up from my dream, if I can figure out what the green light is, I can figure out what took her. The only problem is, this wasn’t at all like the play or the movie, so I couldn’t really use them for help, this was something entirely new. I sat in the middle of my room for what felt like 30 seconds, was really 3 hours. My mind was blank, and I was more confused than when I first received the box. Why me? Why was I sent this? Is there some special heroic meaning, or was I simply meant to fail, and live with an unlucky fate until I wound up on someone else doorstep; only to have the disturbing cycle repeat? It was getting late and I was hungry, I hadn’t eaten all day, I went down to the kitchen, where the chefs had already prepared my meal. I love and appreciate the chefs who work here, but they try to make my food way too sugary and weird sometimes. The other week I spotted mini MnM’s in my applesauce, and today I saw them again in my sandwich. They are funny, but that’s just plain gross. I ate my dinner, and before I knew it, I was back sleeping, drifting off into a deep, *yawn* sleep.. BOOM! A flash of green shot at me, jolting me awake. There was no dream, no lead up, just the green light, and it was already 12 in the afternoon! Oh no, I only had 12 more hours before I suffer the same fate as the ballerina, I hadn’t come at all close to figuring out what the green light was. Perhaps if I get something to eat, and then examine the box more closely I can get my answer. So I went down again to the kitchen, the chefs were all huddled together whispering about something, but my food was ready. I didn’t have time to chat, and I wanted to avoid commotion, so I snatched my plate, and dashed back to my room, picking out and throwing the mini MnM’s as I came across them. I got back to my room, shut the door, and began eating as I grabbed the music box. But, something was different, the once glistening, beautiful box was slowly becoming a dark, sharp box, looking as if it could harm one if they touched it. I carefully opened the top, and what I saw sent my heart dropping into my stomach. The ballerina was gone, no sight of her, no hint of her whereabouts; just the phantom of her presence in the empty cold box. My heart began racing, I kept thinking, “I’m next, I’m next!” I would be the tiny person in the box, I was sweating, panicking, I was so afraid. I could feel my stomach churn as a dreery fog began to roll in from the crack underneath my door, along with a noisy commotion coming from outside my room. This was the end, I’m done for, I screamed at the top of my lungs; the most horrific screech, which soon transformed into a hysterical laughter, causing me to pace about my room. When like a bolt of lightning, my door burst open, and I began to fall, slowly, as my eyelids began closing, like dark, horizontal curtains. Before I fell, I heard a voice coming toward me, talking to another, “I told you, I was right. Where are her antipsychotic drugs?” “She knows we put them in her food.”
By Makenna Bolton3 years ago in Psyche
My Hallucinations...
So I was recently asked this question and the short answer is: yes. But the truth is much longer than that, so I am writing it down. *smile* Please note, these are only my personal experiences with seeing other "people" who aren't really there - not everyone's.
By The Schizophrenic Mom3 years ago in Psyche
Sometimes I feel like a fish...
When I had my 20 gallon aquarium in my home years ago, I would sit and watch the fish swim back and forth for hours at a time. I loved the sound of the moving water through the filter, watching them gracefully glide through the water, and even the distinct smell of fishiness was relaxing to me. One day that all changed though as I contemplated my life. I mean, I still love watching the fish swim back and forth, but I can't help make comparisons to how I feel some days...
By The Schizophrenic Mom3 years ago in Psyche
The Last Memory
So there I stood, rubbernecking at the idea that the spinning washing machine resembled my embryonic headache. With that reflection in mind, I went for a cold shower, aiming for easy treatment. The antidote lasted as long as the freezing water distracted me from the woodpecker drilling my brains. Not a second more.
By Ricky Lanusse3 years ago in Psyche
Letter to the Editor
Hi, most people know me better as my online alias and pen name: The Schizophrenic Mom. I had no intention of writing this to my hometown paper as I appreciate my anonymity online – and the freedom I have to talk about my disability without fear of retribution. However, part of my goal is to educate people and I see a big education gap in the rural midwest.
By The Schizophrenic Mom3 years ago in Psyche
