humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
2am Chronicles
It’s two in the morning as I’m writing this and the only thing on my mind is, fuck! Insomnia is one of the biggest pains in my life. It’s funny that it’s also the most consistent thing I’ve got going on, next to bills and my podcast. If I can’t depend on anything else, I can depend on insomnia coming in like a crackhead during a 3am stroll.
By Anthony Anthem5 years ago in Psyche
Being attractive has made me self conscious
I was not the prettiest child. My nose was always bigger than my face, and I had a thick, dark unibrow until I was twelve. I got called a bird more times than I would care to admit. My parents split up when I was four, got back together when I was eight, and split up again when I was eleven. My mom left us for good that time, and I have only talked to her a couple of times since to say hi to my younger half brothers.
By Cosmo Carr5 years ago in Psyche
My Walk Through The Fog
When you are a victim of gaslighting it feels like you are walking through fog. A never ending, dense fog. Trying to grab a hold on to reality. Asking yourself what reality even really is any more. Even more important, trying to grasp onto your reality. You are faced with trying to identify who you are. What is your purpose. Constantly questioning your insanity. The abuser says things like “You’re crazy” or “What are you talking about? That never happened, you’re making stuff up.”
By A Life Worth Living For5 years ago in Psyche
How to Tell If You Are The Abuser
If we don’t count the 1% of psychopaths among us humans, nobody sets out to be an abuser. Yet, scores of people systematically abuse others. Some even derive immense enjoyment out of it. But they don’t see it as abuse. Deep down, under layers of consciousness, they see it as self-protection.
By Martina Petkova5 years ago in Psyche
The Inner Dialogue
I get trapped between the comfort of stability and the desire for the unexpected - something more scintillating than the minutia of day-to-day existence. It’s monotonous, tiring and dull. I hate my job. I feel fortunate to have it but hate that I’m a part of an industry that stalks people online and encourages more consumption. I’m trapped in cage of my own hand, built at increasing speed within the confines of quarantine. I’m privileged to find myself so bored and without eminent risk to my home, health and modern comforts. But I’m frustrated and unmotivated. I’m stuck.
By Tera Brown5 years ago in Psyche
The Ruined Man.
A hazy confusion of sadness and white wet, foggy mist surrounds a man coated in masses of dirt and bloody scars. The only clothing he chooses to wear is a beaten and dusty, nearly ragged black cloth suit. This ruined man faces a crippling task in front of him: a large, ominous, ice-cold body of water. He stands on top of a small piece of rock and grass on a small island where he holds himself, as he looks up ahead at the goal the ruined man wishes to reach; he breathes in the wet freezing air around him. The ambition he seeks is a bright burning bulb of pure light past the deep frigid river of water; the man takes a step, finally descending into the icy body of dark water. The feeling of the lake surrounding him fills him with chills. They stab into his body like daggers.
By Mohammed Khan. 5 years ago in Psyche
Déjà Vu: An Enigma
A few years back I was visiting Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia as a tourist. We were entering a shopping mall when a group of students approached me with a few questions as a part of their school project. First few were simple ones like from where were we and what we found fascinating in this city.
By Richa Khare5 years ago in Psyche
How we live now...
Today I got out of bed. I mean, I did physically get out of bed yesterday, long enough to make chicken nuggets and curly fries for breakfast, but then I went back to bed. I climbed back into my pit and put low quality television films on where I couldn't even bring myself to pick up my current book.
By Cassandra Carter5 years ago in Psyche
Titanium Woman
I am Standing in the middle of a maelstrom. A vortex. A tornado. In the stillness of hell that buffets me. I take a breath and remember. I am a cog in a wheel in the circle of life. My time is always Now. I am never too late or too early. I am always perfectly aligned with the machinations of the multiverse. A wheel within a wheel slowly Inexorably locking into place, in time and space.
By Tanya Arons 5 years ago in Psyche
The Cave
Lively walked into the cave, flicked her shoes off and flopped onto the couch. Calling into the darkness to signal her arrival home she told Skel she'd be a couple of minutes and she would start dinner. She heard him indistinctly grunt in return. He hadn't had a good day then. She was tired and listing in her head all that she wanted done, she told herself she was not going to be able to relax for another few hours at least. Looking into a mirror she saw her skin had become transparent again, the coloured patterns and etchings on her cheek and jaw bones visible. She picked up her pot of “function” and dabbed it on smoothing the colour over the opaque skin, hiding her skull underneath. She had a pot of “content” to conceal the hollows of her eyes better than only using “function”, but she was too tired to apply it just now. She felt her head for a worn patch, and felt it start above her right ear and extend round to the nape of her skull. Sighing, she picked up a fine spool of brown thread and a small needle. Threading it, she raised it to the edge of the bald area and pushed it through the skin. She knew she wouldn't be able to sew all the missing hair this evening but two or three strands would do for now. Start covering what stressing out and pushing herself too much had done to her.
By Kat Fairhurst5 years ago in Psyche
Untitled
I was new at school. My first day of high school and I didn't know anyone. I sat in the back of all my classes while everyone else sat with their friends. In my first hour I saw this girl sitting alone in the corner of the class room. I didn't move I just sat there and looked at her. She messed with her fingers and occasionally looked at her phone.
By Brigid Miller5 years ago in Psyche
