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We Are Basically Plants With Anxiety
Surely you have already read and heard a lot about the importance of sleep (mostly from me I hope) and why it is so important to treat sleep disorders seriously and treat them like actually take steps to fix your sleep, the subject would’ve already made you sleepy if you weren’t an insomniac. And, and, and you must’ve noticed by now, like come on, you love my stuff, you read it religiously, it’d be a little creepy if it wasn’t so flattering (I’m kidding, please don’t stop reading my stuff) anyway, that my last three posts concurrently talk about this one, beautiful, brilliant, blissful experience. Sloth, I mean sleep.
By Mindsmatter.4 years ago in Psyche
The Beginning
As you know I wrote a three-part story, The Beginning Part 1, 2 and 3. As mentioned in many of my other stories, I do not hide the fact that I myself am in therapy, as well as on the hunt for answers about myself, my heritage and my history and life. That being said, some of the information was jumbled, and mixed in my three-part story. I also had puzzle pieces missing, a lot of puzzle pieces missing.
By Heather C. Beck4 years ago in Psyche
My Sleep Resolution is My Dream Resolution
The countdown begins…10, 9, 8…is it really almost another new year? 7, 6, 5…wow it went by fast…4, 3, 2,1 and HAPPY NEW YEAR! My alarm goes off. It’s midnight in the year 2022. A whole new year has begun. I grab my notebook and a pen lying next to me and quickly jot down my dream before it’s forgotten. I think I was at a New Year’s party and there were ranch animals wearing party hats. We were inside a small house with giant windows. I remember looking at the moon, which was full and glowing a deep orange hue. We did the New Year’s countdown and then…what happened? I feel groggy. Am I half awake? Or am I half asleep? I smile and yawn, “Un rêve est la moitié d'une réalité,“ A dream is half a reality, my favorite quote that has inspired me since my late teens. I even had it tattooed on me. This year I decided to dive deeper into the dream world, the other reality. Since this was going to be my New Year’s resolution, I thought there would be no better way to kick it off than do just exactly that, dream. So, I prepared for sleep and set my alarm for midnight to awaken in the New Year with a dream. The trick I learned to remember dreams is to wake up during certain brainwaves of sleep. Einstein used to do exactly that. He would hold a metal ball so when he dozed off it would fall and wake him up. He had some of his most insightful dreams and ideas doing this. I didn’t have a metal ball, but I did have an iPhone alarm, which would work just the same. My dogs stirred next to me. Coyotes were howling in the distance and in response they howled back. It was then I remembered the last part of my dream. That’s right! Before I woke up all the ranch animals started howling at the moon once it was midnight and then the scene changed from inside the house to on top of a mountain landscape with fairy lights decorating it as if it was covered in twinkling stars. I noticed I was hungry and looked up at the moon, which had turned into a delicious looking orange ready to be peeled. I floated up to take a bite, but as I got closer the orange grew enormous in size and engulfed me. It was beating as if it was a heart, and I was pulsating with it. I closed my eyes, and all became dark. I was a child in the womb of the Mother Earth. I was warm and comfortable here. I wanted to stay here forever. But then I saw a small bright white light straight ahead. It called to me in angelic song. I felt pulled towards it. The light became brighter and brighter and came closer and closer until I was completely emerged in it. The sound of howling filled my ears. Then I woke up. I finished writing down the last part of my dream, stretched, and nestled deeper into the layers of warm blankets sinking further into the loving embrace of my bed. I yawned. Time to go back to sleep. I would analyze my dream in the morning to figure out what my subconscious was trying to tell me.
By Caitlin OBrien4 years ago in Psyche
Breaking the Stigma Around Mental Health
When thinking about taking an anti-depressant for the last year or so (I’ve been on and off for most of my life) most of the people around me would ask me if I had tried anything else. We all know that exercise and diet play a major role in our mental health and for years I was that person that said exercise saved me. It helped my moods and “cured” my anxiety and depression.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Psyche
Invisible Heartbreak
Our caregivers, whomever that happens to be for you, model the behavior that eventually becomes part of our regimen of thoughts, actions, reactions, and responses to both positive and negative events in our lives. It may be the people who conceived us, other family members, extended family, or a different adult or set of adults. The only consistency is we had no control over where we lived and what behaviors became part of our tapestry.
By Carrie Principe4 years ago in Psyche
Ready
I am afraid to check my email. I admitted to my partner days ago that I was having cold feet about reaching out for therapy; the thing I just spent the last 3 months recording dreams and highs/lows and have been writing many personal pieces in preparation for.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)4 years ago in Psyche
How to Heal a Wound of the Soul That Still Hurts
Emotional abandonment is built in childhood when those caring for the child do not support and fulfill the child's needs to grow and become emotionally rich. Find out from a psychologist what the emotional wound of abandonment means and what you can do to heal from it!
By Jim Charles4 years ago in Psyche
Putting It Together
Life is sometimes funny where you find inspiration again. I had tried a few times over the past 20 years to find the spark to let this project move forward, even getting partway completed back in 2011 with a colored pencil concept... but nothing felt *right*. I'd hit a stumbling block and couldn't figure out where I needed to go next.
By Min Kreiner4 years ago in Psyche
The Birth of an Idea
When I was in school, I adored art class. It was the one place where I could let my creativity soar and not get mocked by my peers for it. I was very lucky to attend a public school that had a very strong arts program, both in music and in visual arts. The visual arts captured my attention a bit more, however, as I struggled to keep my voice in line enough with the rest of the choir to not get yelled at by the not very nice choir director I had in elementary school. Little did I know that was my autism making an appearance, but that's a story for another day. Today, I'm going to tell you about how a stray thought 20 years ago led to me finishing an art project I never thought would come into being.
By Min Kreiner4 years ago in Psyche
