humanity

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

Healing So They Don't Have Too
Ever since I started openly sharing my life, my past, my traumas, and process to healing, I have received a lot of happiness, testimonies from others, praises, and questions... This writing is for that. Because healing is no joke, and the more we consume the bullshit we see on social media the more damaged we get. So I want to be as clear as possible. As straightforward as possible. And answer some of the questions that I have been receiving about healing, the process, and what has been my experience.
By Nia Wheat5 years ago in Psyche
Seize The Day
I have, for as long as I can remember, been fascinated by other people’s history. One thing that I have noticed is that all too often, we don’t see deep enough with others.
By Jonathan Goodman5 years ago in Psyche
being a pain patient in the middle of a drug addiction crisis
As most of you all will be aware these days, time and time again you'll see on the news something to do with the opioid crisis gripping the country, actually a lot of countries around the world. This person overdosed and died. Kids left in cars, parents passed out. Doctor shopping gone crazy, the up scheduling of medications, doctors constantly told not to prescribe too many, and they'll have to explain themselves, should that rates they prescribe opioids, be too high compared to other doctor's in the same area. Unless, of course they are a pain specialist, palliative care or cancer specialist. While changes are badly needed and I certainly agree with certain steps there are a lot of things that need to change before its too late. Before people feel that suicide is the only way out of their constant, draining and soul destroying life. See, now things have gone too far on the side of caution, pain patients, who could access their pain medications now have to jump through hoop after hoop. Like they have to prove they aren't addicts or drug dealers. You'll see your doctor for your regular medications for your non-cancer pain, especially since the new rules came in, feeling like your doing something wrong. Something you have done quite possibly for years, only to feel like your be looked at like an addict or dealer of some kind. You feel like that if you ask for an increase of medication, or just going back up to the doses you were on a month or two ago, because you gave it a go at a lower dose and it's not enough, is a luxury that you have to earn. You are at the mercy of the doctor you see. And what kills is you feel like a lap dog begging for a treat after fetching the ball for your owner, a second class citizen just for accessing the necessary medicine you need. And of course, the younger you are the worse it is.
By Louise Dickson5 years ago in Psyche
I Didn’t Know I Was A Maladaptive Daydreamer
Wiki Definition: Maladaptive daydreaming, also known as excessive daydreaming, is a disordered form of dissociative absorption associated with vivid and excessive fantasy activity that often involves elaborate and fanciful scenarios. It can result in distress, can replace human interaction, and may interfere with normal functioning such as social life or work.
By mindvomit6 years ago in Psyche
Depression
Hi I'm Grace, but I go by Gracie. My life is great but is it really? I have the perfect boyfriend; a great house; amazing brothers; parents that took care of me when I was adopted. What could be wrong you ask? Well thats the thing. My life was perfect growing up but complicated. Why do you ask? You see I was born with scolisos and neurofibromatosis as a kid; so with that I had to get two main back surgeries and one neck surgery as a kid. In school I had to get a lot of accommodations too because of my disability; for gym I had to have someone hold my hands on the beam; classes I had to get my homework accomdated because, I could barely understand it; I had a speech teacher because, I could barely read properly. Basically I was in special education throughout my whole life. Seventh grade came for me... Okay you may ask what about it right? Well..
By Gracie Crusinberry6 years ago in Psyche
How Lockdown Improved my Mental Health
I've been suffering with anxiety and depression for most of my life, which I take medication to manage. The medication helps, but I still feel the effects of my mental illness and I’ve just accepted that these issues are here to stay. As with most sufferers of mental health ailments, I fluctuate, and have good and bad days/ weeks/ months depending on a variety of factors, and pre-lockdown I was concerned that months in isolation would make me hit an all-time low.
By InfiniTori6 years ago in Psyche
Mykie
(This is a warning! This has some graphic detail and triggers in it) Mykie glanced in the mirror, tracing her outline with a shaky finger. She didn't even know why she was crying anymore; but, she couldn't seem to stop either. Her eyes were puffy and glossed over, there was no way she could hide it this time. Her tears fell silently down her flushed cheeks; while she tried to keep herself quiet. Her breathing was raspy and shallow, she could feel the knot in her chest threatening to keep her from breathing at all. Cold chills were sweeping their way through her body. It pained her that this was more feeling than the numbness she had begun to grow accustomed to as of late.
By Amaya Okazaki6 years ago in Psyche
The voices
They began when I was 12, 2 years and 4 months ago. They first happened at school when I couldn’t find my freind, who also struggles with anxiety and suicidal thoughts, so when I couldn’t find him and began to panic due to the halls being crammed with people; that was where I first heard them. I finally managed to make my way to the stairwell to get upstairs to my class after the bell went but as I began to climb the stairs they were in my head talking. Unfortunately I can’t give you exact words as it was like they were speaking an alien language but I could still decipher their meanings. At this point the multiple voices spoke as one mush of a voice all saying different things but with the same meanings. When I heard them I grabbed onto the bannister with a rock tight grip and my breathing became even more ragged. One of my favourite teachers, a pshe teacher who helped students with their mental health, saw me and helped me get to my science class. The rest of day passed as normal except for the fact that every now and again snippets of voices would pass into my head.
By Tazgirl6 years ago in Psyche
The Self Obsession with Psyche Imperfection
Despite the fact we have a conducted thought process to conduct what to say, somehow a certain sentence slips through that makes this self-scrutinizing turmoil begin and it just doesn't stop.
By Samantha Parrish6 years ago in Psyche
Losing Your Rights at the Loony Bin
I had the unfortunate experience of being locked up against my will in a psychiatric institution. Here are the series of events that led up to that incarceration. Yes, that's what I call it as that to me is EXACTLY what it was. I was put in a room (cell), held against my will, and had my freedoms taken from me. I was threatened with longer term incarceration for being quiet, which I was told was my right to do so, for dropping a cell phone four inches onto a padded chair and more. If you do not think for one moment that the under-privileged and minorities, mainly our black and brown (darker-skinned) brothers and sisters can be and are mistreated, THINK AGAIN. If I as a PRIVILEGED, WHITE WOMAN WAS and can be treated this way JUST IMAGINE how minorities can be treated by those who have prejudice in their hearts.
By Sassy Lady Ava G6 years ago in Psyche
They Don't Understand
They Don't Understand Gabreil Chilson 07-17-2020 *Trigger Warning and Strong Meaning * *Mental Illness* People can love you and not understand you at all. And that is awful. Truly awful. You may rather have someone who hates you because they do not understand. That would be easier. It's frustrating to know that they care but yet can't seem to grasp even a single thing that's going on inside our heads. They want what's best for you but they can't understand that we are trying our best. There is nothing more that we can do and just their recognition for our small victories and efforts would provide clarity and happiness. Somehow they still don't understand that. They talk, they advise, they push you thinking they are helping us. Yet in the world of us, they have just pushed us over the edge of the active volcano. Of which we have been tottering for so long. After we have broke open and exploded they will get mad. "I do a lot of things for you, you are not responsible, you are lazy, you can do better, you this- you that." They know nothing of the war we fight within our own minds. A war which we can not see the end of, as if this is how life is. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, no finish line to get closer to, no victory to look forward to. We are fighting in an endless black abyss and each battle threatens to end it all.
By Gabreil Chilson6 years ago in Psyche
Chaotic Absolute And A Beautiful Torment
Chaotic Absolute And A Beautiful Torment That perfect absolute moment when I realized that I was more insanely more terrified of losing my son than of the simplicity of death itself, and that I loved him more than anyone I have had ever loved before, or ever will. I love him more than I could ever love myself, it’s a scary, calm, beautiful, easy love. I could stare death in the eye and ask him to please hurry along, but the simplest thought of losing my son, the soul that helped save me just by making his way into this world, who’s laugh made everything in me feel pure and right, who’s perfect happiness puts a smile on my face, and absolutely nothing on heaven or earth could compare to. My one right was the most perfect version of himself without ever trying or needing.
By Allison Stevenson6 years ago in Psyche