humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Anybody out there?!
hello? Hello? Is anybody out there?! That is a question I ask myself a lot specially since the few recent years. It has been a few hard years for me and honestly I did not think it could get any worse But it did. And I honestly don’t know how I’ve managed with everything but I believe that I must be very strong or goddamnned crazy to be able to just keep at this. No, actually in true honesty I know for certain I have some angels backing me up and guiding me and watching over me. Despite this feeling of complete and utter despair and loneliness I know I’m actually not alone.
By Lori Estrada5 years ago in Psyche
The Doctor, the Diner, and the Dream
The chime alerted Eleanor as the door flew open, and the roar of severe downpour interrupted the calm and quiet. She looked up from the counter where she sipped her coffee and played a game on her phone. The man who entered shook rain off his umbrella and examined his blazer. He trudged up the steps, and Eleanor pulled her mask over her nose.
By Lo Mitchell5 years ago in Psyche
Three Visitors
Anne’s house is filled with things: pretty things, memories of things, things that don’t match other things. The lady from the council with neat blonde layers had said clearing some of it would be good for your wellbeing. Anne didn’t really know what she’d meant by that but gave her an extra biscuit for taking an interest.
By Rosie Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Dear Neurotypical II
Dear Neurotypical, You had some GREAT questions about Part I! Yes, I have strong emotions when it comes to a lot of things, but I ESPECIALLY LOVE great questions! To have someone come towards me with interest, when I spend so much time going to them, is a surprise and a joy. I didn't realize I'd left so much out of Part I, and so let's get to what I forgot.
By Chelsea Delaney5 years ago in Psyche
Contemplation
This world is not for me. The older I get, the more I understand that truth. In my former life, I desired accolades. I wanted the entire world to know my name and my worth. I wanted them to see that I’m better than the common man. I wanted to etch my name into the history books for all humanity to read. I have accomplished much more than most. What did I receive in return?
By Johnnie Walker5 years ago in Psyche
The Art of Perfect Imperfection
Most people have been exposed to magic in some form at some point in their childhood or adolescent times. You can ask just about anyone and they'll have some kind of movie, book, television show, or even singer who made them believe in something more than the world around us. Exploring what makes our hearts fill with the joy and wonder of mystical fantasy can bring wild theories, unspeakably beautiful daydreams, and most importantly, questions.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Psyche
Some Call it Baseless Fear
I can feel it again, that surge of dread that settles into the depths of my stomach until something unbelievably terrible finally happens. It happened only once before, but I was written off as “emotionally unstable” or some other made up bullshit people use to validate these unjustifiable feelings. Maybe it’s a worldwide anxiety, like the onset of World War III. I hope so. It would be much less painful if the entire global population was involved in this terror instead of it engulfing exclusively my world. That might offend some people. So be it. But I’d rather have the next world war than lose someone I love. If they implement the outdated mandate for a draft, I’ll simply gather up those eligible in my life and flee on a bus to Canada. I’ve always liked the snow; it makes it increasingly more difficult for zombies to attack you.
By Melissa Carey5 years ago in Psyche
It's my time
My mom banged on the bathroom door, "You're failing two classes! What’s wrong with you?!" I could barely hear her over the sound of my music. I looked down at my feet. Something was happening. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't think. I wasn't frozen, I blacked out. I didn't fall, I didn't knock anything down. It happened again. I looked the shower floor. I started crying. I thought to myself "Why can't I be normal?"
By Brigid Miller5 years ago in Psyche
The Tormented Philosopher
Sometimes he wondered what he was doing with his life. But, he had wondered that very thing so many times before that it was starting to become a dreary question. "What am I doing here? What's my purpose? What should I do with my life?" He was frustrated with himself for pondering the question for so long, and yet, part of the answer was missing, there was something he wished for but didn't have.
By Gabriel Mohr5 years ago in Psyche
