humanity

Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.

The Insomniac
I have this thing, where I repress all of my feelings unintentionally to avoid feeling the pain. I bottled the pain away and stored it in the wine cellar of my mind with the rest. They lay perfectly on the shelves, with mismatched labels. Each time I enter the cellar, I debate opening one of the delicious bottles, knowing once I start, I won’t stop until there is nothing left. Instead, I admire the bottle's beauty from a distance, knowing one day the room will shatter every bottle and I will consume every emotion I worked so hard to avoid. One day I will be so lucky to indulge in the beautiful liquid emotion which fills the bottles. One day I will put everything to rest.
By Myr. B 4 years ago in Psyche
Chris and the Cave
Chris had been living quite comfortably in his cave for three months; he had formed a bond with the place and could see himself being there for quite some time.
By Eamonn Miller4 years ago in Psyche
New Year, Good Night...
A New Year is coming (It may not be quite time yet to claim this year as "yours" yet. Time will tell). Anyway, with a new year, come the resolutions.
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Psyche
Rage
Densely packed wet sand repels bursts of whipping cool ocean breeze onto the coastline blurring into the horizon, the beach is a haven of serenity where a steady pace of life excels and contentedness and wonder meet, comfortable with family, and friends who resemble such, worries are a rarity. The ocean is a playground for you and your closest to scamper around the shallow waters with a giddiness reserved for food fights and chasing ice cream trucks, you have everything you need. Safe in the calm breaks surrounded by whitewash being used by your closest for fashioning makeshift beards and Rockstar haircuts, you look beyond to see where it all came from, the crashing destructiveness of mammoth waves, monsters of the deep within view. You can’t help but stare in shameful awe when you know you shouldn’t need to, or want to, but its natural power locks your gaze. Thoughts of letting go to its grasp allowing it to take you on a journey not even it knows the destination fill your mind, a dangerous idea to fathom and deadlier still in practice, what if. The moment passes and the shore welcomes your bare feet back with a sodden hug, glad to feel your familiar step again.
By Eli Chadwick4 years ago in Psyche
How To Improve Your Life Through Relationships
On the day of the orientation for my Honours year, the course coordinator had something to say about choosing a supervisor:
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 4 years ago in Psyche
Why Facebook is Toxic for Your Mental Health
Facebook is an unavoidable part of modern life. It's a place where people share their feelings, opinions, and everything in between with the world. Unfortunately, it is a toxic place for your mental health. Facebook has been found to lead to a decrease in self-esteem and self-confidence and feed into anxiety and depression.
By Matthew Angelo4 years ago in Psyche
The Man in the Green Cap
“Turn away” came the command, followed by an even sterner, “Turn away, NOW!” His back was turned away from me, as though he was waiting on someone.
By Ken4 years ago in Psyche
Taboo Words: Food for thought?
I am talking about the deep, darkest of secrets no one dares to speak. Why is it those words are always hidden? Why do we feel the need to button up our lip on opinions we have?
By Rosemary Slavic4 years ago in Psyche
Why Results Are Slow Despite All Your Inner Work
Most us of have done the work. We've been on our healing journey for as long as we can remember. Yet over the years, despite the continuous efforts we put into the work, we notice less and less "results".
By Rabih4 years ago in Psyche
Letters never written (pts 2).
Trigger warning: Sexual abuse, Assault, under-aged sexual assault, minor assault, abuse. Please read at your own discression. No sexual details or descriptions are made. Only an incomplete account by memory and the afterthoughts of the abuse.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche
Letters never written.
My hands were shaking as I grasped the crinkled-up pages in my hands. My palms grew sweaty and I felt the heat leave my face, flushing me out. I never expected to receive this letter. But I have been waiting for it for years anyway. I call that anticipation anxiety.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche
The Power Found in Pain
While prying a panel down from the ceiling my pry bar slipped in such a way that the back side of it hit my jaw. As I spat out a bit of blood as well as the corner of my front tooth, my only response to this was a calm, “Okay”. Three weeks later I sat post car accident. A man in a stolen vehicle chose to run through a blinking red light. Airbag dust floating in the air, checking myself for external injury, acknowledging fully he just totaled my car, my response was the same. Simply a calm, “Okay”. I reflected on these moments’ days later. Deeply concussed, my body in pain from the impact, I was seriously questioning my mental health. I conclude that through the trauma of the past three years either I have gone insane or reached some level of nirvana where nothing can touch me. Either way I was okay with it.
By Irene Milby4 years ago in Psyche