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Fear is Holding you Back from Improving your Mental Health
While mental health topics are being talked about more, it doesn’t make it easier for some to go get help. Listening to someone talk about their journey through their issues is great but others look at it as “they got their life together, why can’t I get mine together?”
By Nicholas McKenna4 years ago in Psyche
Glimpsing freedom
On slow, cosmic days, I find my way out of that cramped, noisy, dirt-shod room filled with ghosts and echoes. Out of the deafening fog churning and churning day and night. Where clocks tick, tick, tick into tomorrow, always tomorrow, at breakneck speed. Back to the door with no lock, no chains, no captives. Back to the spiralling, humming space; where life flows, through light and air, through ever-moving waters. Back to the sweep and curve of the corridors, the stairways, the tunnels. Back to the weight, the mass, the blend, of steel, wood, brick, stone. Back to the cauldrons, the furnaces, the engines, that burn and pulse, that transfigure and transform. Down, deeper, and deeper, deeper down, through dust and dark, breathing in every corner, every crevice, every whip and sting of the place. Passing places long-forgotten, unseen, roughly hewn, old with age and neglect. At times I find my way blocked, confused; a maze of dank and damp, of sharp-edged carapaces, so that I retreat. Other times I find my way with ease, through dark and dust, till I can go no further. Till I see, till I feel, the warm, steady light of that lamp-lit place, deep inside it all. Where the air is clear and crisp, the fire always burning, the view fresh and clear. From here light and air ripple out, flinging open doors and windows, flushing out the dust, the dirt, the cobwebs; guiding the whole, whirring, working thing back together. Bringing back that slow, easy, rhythm of a machine in perfect motion, in perfect harmony. Bringing the whole house, my body, back home.
By Claire Moran4 years ago in Psyche
Through Thorns to the Inner Freedom
There are things people do not choose: mental health is one of these things. When I was 7, I wore a beautiful blue dress, sat on the windowsill, and pretended to be a princess closed in a high building, which a giant angry dragon protected. I was sitting and waiting for a prince who would come to save me from the tower. Over time I understood two essential things: the prince would not arrive (perhaps he had too many affairs and could not find time for saving a little girl in a blue dress, or there were too many other girls that did not need to be saved); the dragon existed in real life. Every person has their own dragons living inside them and limiting their freedom. Mental problems, inner fears and phobias, difficulties in social interaction, absence of belief in themselves, and low self-esteem – all these invisible dragons surround people's ideas and dreams and do not let them out in the fantastic world of possibilities.
By Anastasiia Solod4 years ago in Psyche
How To Turn Your Life Around In 3 Simple Steps
Mindfulness is the greatest tool to becoming your highest quality self. But what is mindfulness? "Mindfulness means maintaining a moment-by-moment awareness of our thoughts, feelings, bodily sensations, and surrounding environment, through a gentle, nurturing lens." - 2022 The Greater Good Science Center at the University of California, Berkeley
By Katie Burnside4 years ago in Psyche
Short and Easy Spiritual Practice Everyday
I have been on my spiritual journey consciously for the last six years, but probably a couple of decades or more unconsciously. My spiritual journey began with my desire: the pursuit of happiness. Just like everyone else, I wanted to have a happy and content life by getting a job I wanted, making enough money to do things I wanted, finding someone to love and be loved, getting married, and having my own family I wanted…the list goes on and on…
By Ayumi Hino Gerads4 years ago in Psyche
My Broken Brain Has Its Own Schedule
Some days I find myself poring over my Google Calendar schedule. It defaults to the current month, and I’ll stare at it, trying to absorb what’s going to happen today, tomorrow, next week, and the week after that. My brain will attempt to anticipate and face without anxiety the events and tasks I have scheduled. And sometimes, my knocked noggin will freak out a little.
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Psyche
Echo of a Better Time
Echo of a Better Time I am alive but not living. The monotony of each day is breathtaking. Never before have I had such a feeling of wonderment at such mundanity and tedium. I sit patiently in an endless line of traffic trapped between an endless skyline of identical buildings. The déjà vu no longer has any effect on me because I know for a fact that I have been here before. Not only have I been here before, I have been here for years and probably will be for the rest of my life. I sit patiently in the traffic, preparing to walk into the greatest punishment of all. A desk job in a low rise complex, 9-5. I can already feel myself being melted alive under the bland neon lights. I can see the bags under my eyes growing deeper. I can feel the hunch in my back curling further. I can hear less and less of the commotion around me, I am desensitized, tuned out. I am lucid but I do not care about anything. I am alive but I am not living. I like to dream, I like to think. My thoughts drag me back to a better time, a better time when the worst pain was a grazed knee. The biggest problem was a ball stuck under a car. When “goodbye” meant “see you tomorrow”. I try to remember back to a time when the smiles weren’t fake and the laughs were genuine. The thought turns sour when I realize that fizzy drinks turned into alcohol, Our bikes became cars and an innocent kiss turned into sex. When getting high meant swinging on the playground. I remember when protection was just a bike helmet and that the worst thing you could get from a girl was cooties. I remember when my dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and my mum was my superhero. I remember when my sister was my worst enemy. When race issues were about speed and war was only a card game. The only drug I knew was cough medicine. These were my problems and I couldn't wait to grow up. I feel a pang in my heart every time I disappear down this rabbit hole because life was so simple and I took it for granted. As those memories fade from my mind and I refocus on the road ahead of me, the overwhelming numbness seeps back through my mind and heart. I revert back into my trance as I realize that those days are gone and there’s nothing I can do to bring them back.
By Cam Blackwood4 years ago in Psyche
The Power of Doing Nothing
Doing nothing. Nowadays seems pretty impossible, don’t you think? Because in every moment in our lives we are doing something. Whether that’s scrolling through or phone or doing some task, we are always looking for ways to feel like we are busy.
By Carlos Velasco4 years ago in Psyche
