humanity

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

I had to loose my mind to find my spirit
This wasnt the first time I went on a manic episode, but it was the first time I got put of it quickly. A big realization came down this time. This time I thought what if this is like what the ancients would have called an enlightenment moment, what if I am just suffering and being misstreated at the hospital is just because theh dont know how to manage what I am going through. What if I would have been born in a Shaman comunity and the Shaman would have guided me into what I was becoming.
By Carla Andrea6 years ago in Psyche
I don’t matter.
An unpopular opinion from a sad black girl. Even when the sun brighter than the R136a1, I still feel dark. Numb. Void. As if I am immune to the sun’s glorious rays. Even when there is a smile on my face, my heart feels like a ton of bricks. This is what an average day for me feels like internally. I continue to move forward; pushing through because if I don’t, who will for me? My unpopular opinion goes without saying, my mental health does matter. Our mental health does matter. With the suicide rates becoming astronomically high within our youth, I felt compelled to speak out; one voice for all. I was seven when I had my first suicide attempt. I experienced severe grief as a child. Yes, I’ve tried counselors. The mental health facility my small city has switched me over to another therapist every couple of months. Eventually, constantly opening up to strangers who would eventually leave anyway broke my spirit. I shut down. I tried to open up to the ones around me, but sometimes, I feel that they’d probably have better things to do than listen to me and my sorrows. Is it my hesitation blocking me from being honest and upfront? I’ve loved, I’ve lost. I’ve seen numerous loved ones with no souls in pretty, smooth caskets. I’ve been abused physically, mentally and emotionally by the hands of my son’s biological father. I’ve been molested by close family friend. I’ve been raped by my best friend’s older brother who groomed me as a child. My father (who also fathers 28+ other children) is a career felon whose recent stint in prison had no effect. He’s back on drugs and once again, I don’t exist in his world. He was never there, so why the hell do I care so much? I care because I’m human. I suffer from bipolar type 1 disorder, anxiety, PTSD, ADHD and as a child, I suffered with ODD. That made things really rough for me and I allowed people to take advantage of me. I grew up tough in my city. We grew up in what we, in my city call “the trenches”. Then, we moved to an area that we call “Area 51”. I felt blocked off from the world. We all had to sell to get by. What can I say? Money is the root of all evil, but we need it to survive. Does that make us all sinners? With all of the commotion that goes on in my little life, I ask myself constantly “Don’t you matter?” At almost 20 years old, I still hesitate to answer that question, but I know that I do! If you are reading this and you are feeling low, if you feel like if the world were to end right now, you wouldn’t miss a thing... you would. I would miss you! I don’t even know you and I would miss you. Anyone who has ever woke up feeling like I have, I am here! If me opening up this way penetrates someone’s alligator skin, I can die in peace. As an unknown writer once said “My intentions are good and my heart is pure.” I want to save you from that despair while also saving myself. This brings my unpopular opinion to a close. WE DO MATTER! #MENTALHEALTHAWARENESS MATTERS! You reading this are a gift from God, Allah, Buddha, the universe, whatever you believe in. You may even be shaking your head in disagreement, but I believe in you. My opinion of you is unpopular simply because in order for it to be a fact, you have to believe it too. I am currently learning how to find courage within myself, as well. We will reform from unpopular opinions to legitimate facts, as long as we have each other. Let’s do this together, okay?
By Ty Powell6 years ago in Psyche
Misery Business
Just over a week ago, they announced the death of TV presenter Caroline Flack. Those close to her spoke of how she was struggling with the pressure of her upcoming court case for domestic abuse and how that pressure had been exacerbated because of coverage in tabloid newspapers and magazines. The tabloids soon found themselves on the receiving end of such scrutiny when people turned on them, blaming them for causing undue stress on what was evidently a very vulnerable person. The newspapers poured their hearts out for Ms. Flack while they hastily purged every article that had contributed to her despair.
By C. Raymond Martin6 years ago in Psyche
From the Mind of a Dysthymic Aspie
She never really knew how she got herself into bad situations, not until after all hell had already broken loose and lost a good portion of her sanity in the process. She made friends easily, but would loose them just as quickly in the aftermath of the insanity she called her life.
By Fae Rie6 years ago in Psyche
"Enough is Enough": Why I Still Can't Stop Thinking About Caroline Flack. Top Story - February 2020.
On February 15th a 40 year old woman took her own life. I may not have known her, but she was one of the 7 billion+ humans I share this planet I call home with. She had a life to live, family and friends who loved her, and so much left to add to the shared experience we are all living through. But n0w she's gone. And though I didn't know her, I can't help but feel pangs of genuine anger and sadness.
By Rebekah Crawley6 years ago in Psyche
My Thoughts are my Issues
I sit on the floor, my old computer that was a gift to me from my high school is resting on my legs, as they are criss crossed, the bottom foot closet to the floor is starting to hurt, feeling numb, going to sleep. Thoughts feel my head over the things I've said, the events that happened, anger that might not even be real from my boyfriend lingers in the air; I tend to over think so much. Clouds forming around my head; the negativity, the positivity, self-doubt, self-love, they hang around me like I have multiple personalities. They try getting in but they can't, they're not powerful enough. My fingers rests at the keys, wanting to type so badly but can't, they can't flow if they have nothing to type to, no thought in mind that is worth typing about. Air fills and leaves my lungs, my bad posture kicks in, money issues start to take over as I remember that I should've taken the extra shift an hour ago.
By Ky 6 years ago in Psyche
A Psychiatric Oddity
"It's not just a dream, doctor, it's a constant replay of the same dream. Oh sure, the people and situation may be a little different, but in the end it's the same theme, and it's where I'll go when I die", Angela said with all the confidence she could muster.
By Denise Willis6 years ago in Psyche
Why is it that Rain Drops, but Snow Falls?
Throughout the ages, mankind has been troubled by a multitude of questions. Through perseverance and great intellectual curiosity, many of these questions have answers. Long have they pondered questions such as, "Why is grass green?" "Why is the sky blue?" and “What is the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything?” Thus far, we have been successful in compiling answers. However, there are other questions such as, "Why do you need an appointment to see a psychic?" "If you didn't get caught, did you really do it?" and "What would we do without hypothetical questions?" that have yet to be answered. However, through meditation, self-inquiry and theoretical logic, one of the unanswered questions has been answered. "Why is it that rain drops and snow falls?"
By Shay Hanae6 years ago in Psyche
Mental Illness Hits Home
My name is Susan. I grew up in the suburbs of Westchester County,NY. I attended public schools with my two siblings of my sister a year apart from me and my brother younger by four years. My first recollection of something not right with a family member was when my sister no longer attended public school with myself and brother.
By A Little Bit Of Everything6 years ago in Psyche
Sticks and Stones May Break Your Bones
Why is it we remember the insults more than the compliments? I don't know – something about that sort of sucks. Even when we might receive a dozen compliments over a short space of time and a single insult months prior – it's the insult that gels and stands above all else. And those few compliments? Damn – they're never enough to make us forget about that one rude remark.
By Jord Tury6 years ago in Psyche
Brittle Bones: The Comedown
Abstract: The following excerpt is from my fictional coming-of-age novel about Audrey Anderson's life, a girl from a small made-up town of Tribuca, California, an aspiring musician. This excerpt is a continuation of part one in Indio, CA.
By Paulina Pachel6 years ago in Psyche
A Sensitive Story
That girl is strange but special, a most peculiar mademoiselle…that’s a song quote, which any Disney or beauty and the beast fan could tell you is from a song called Belle. It’s the introduction song to a girl who was different from everyone else, and it’s the song that if you were to ask me, would be the one to best describe me. I was, and still am, someone different, and that’s not a bad thing.
By Belle Trevino6 years ago in Psyche