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I Am Not A Trend
I was reading some stories on vocal in psyche, as you do, scrolling through the ones about depression and anxiety and tips and advice, everything I've seen and lived before when I came across one about dissociation. I lit up inside like a little child, excited to see something that's a huge part of my life finally being talked about and represented. And the first few paragraphs lived up to my expectations.
By L. J. Knight 4 years ago in Psyche
Self-Sabotage and Sertraline
I am a naturally positive person, and I have depression. It feels like an inherited curse that I tried so hard to run from. You see, depression runs in my family, so over the years I've become very aware and vigilant with my own mental health. I've known that I need to 'keep an eye on it' and take a proactive and preventative approach. Meditation, self-care, journaling, movement, fresh air, getting enough sleep, managing my stress - I did all the right things. And I still struggled.
By Georgia Holliday4 years ago in Psyche
Motherhood: Always and Never Alone
I used to be woken up to the sound of a gentle soundscape coming from the speakers of my iphone. I'd roll over to see my dogs still cuddled up next to me and I'd think to myself, "What should I do today?" The possibilites were endless, I could write, paint, watch a movie, go on a drive or even take off to another city or state if I wanted to. Fast foward to the present day, I am woken up to the sound of crying or the crippling anxiety that I face. I roll over and think okay time to get up, get the dogs out, start a bottle, change her diaper, etc. The list of things to do already slowly taking over my eight hours I have without my husband home to help. I try to take breaths and not let the never-ending daily tasks overwhelm me before I even get out of bed.
By Kacey Baker5 years ago in Psyche
It’s Not a Dirty Word.
With the month of June over, Pride Month has slipped into Disability Pride month. In anticipation, corporations have stopped using their rainbow logos and instead begun to post inspirational pictures of employees in wheelchairs and activists with white canes. The professional side of the internet is abuzz with activity in the meantime— what can we do to make workplaces more accessible? they ask.
By Victoria L5 years ago in Psyche
WOMEN MAKING HER-STORY MEET ASHLEIGH SCIPIO
July is Minority Mental Health Month. I wanted to share a blog post I wrote a while back. Mental Health is a topic that needs to continue to be discussed. If you or someone you know needs any mental health resources NAMI (National Alliance of Mental Illness) is a great place to get information.
By LaShunta H5 years ago in Psyche
Recess Was A Nightmare
Living with Autism and GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) has some perks, but also some downsides. Autism and GAD made it possible for me to inspire many of my teachers, classmates, friends, family members and other people around me, nevertheless it also made socializing with other children a challenge for me. As I've mentioned in multiple stories, I'm an extremely sociable and affable person by nature, but that still doesn't outweigh the social challenges I've endured in the youth. Recess was lots of fun, but also quite the struggle for me! I definitely felt somewhat like the "black sheep" during my elementary and middle school years.
By Talia Devora5 years ago in Psyche
Every Scar Tells A Story...But People Make Me Feel Ashamed of Mine.
When I was at primary school in the 80's I had an accident while playing with friends in the playground. We were playing a game of sharks which was an idea from a film, and we had to run and get off the ground in order not to be caught. Like all young children do, I got a little over excited and I ran straight into the double iron gates in the playground and slashed open my eyebrow, close enough to my left eye to have almost killed me as the hospital told me. I still remember the excruciating hot pain, fever, sickness, severe headaches, dizziness and almost concussion from that accident. It is an everyday nightmare that still plays like a video in my head. The children just looked at me, they were really scared, as a teacher rushed me in doors with blood dripping down from my brow to the side of my face while I screamed in agony. I was terrified. As a very young child, I had no idea what was going on, but as the first aider in the school sick room had problems stopping my brow bone from bleeding, and as I was in so much pain, I wanted to pass out as well as a very deep anxiety, I knew it was pretty bad.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Psyche
