humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Contributing Factors of a Wallflower
My mother had me when she was 16 years old. She grew up in Pomona, which if you don’t know is one of the biggest gang towns in California. Right now it is one of the largest human trafficking hubs in the United States. When I was growing up there were always shootings at our house. Drive-by’s and people on our roof. I always had a change of clothes hidden and shoes in case we had to leave the house in a hurry. Being that young and going through things like that, you don’t realize how fucked up it is until you’re a lot older… or until you share stories with people and they look at you like you’re crazy.
By Raven McCoy8 years ago in Psyche
How My Claircognizance Makes Me Crazy . Top Story - January 2018.
Claircognizance is defined as “clear knowing,” which I have in abundance. It is a sixth sense, which is helping my five physical senses of sight, touch, smell, hearing, and taste. I have normal senses and I have metaphysical senses. When something randomly pops into my head, like a Scrabble word when I’m playing, this is using my claircognizance. When I suddenly know something about what mental health diagnosis a person has, this is also my claircognizance. There are many ways I access this faculty. Claircognizance is something that can get me the right answer in class as well, often when it filters through from trance channeling the reading material.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Psyche
When Suicide Is Never the Answer...
This morning I woke up and did my partially normal routine. Though my kids don't go back to school until tomorrow, I still needed to be up to get my husband going and prepare myself for the day. I made his sandwich, prepared his coffee, and drove him to work like any other day. On my way back home I felt partially lost and weary because he was off the whole week of Christmas so I'll definitely miss his presence around the house. I arrived home to hear the youngest start to wake up (don't worry, I didn't leave him alone). I went in and got him out of his bed and gave him an extra big hug. This morning something just felt off about life so I felt the need to hold him a little longer. After awhile I got him ready to head out into the freezing cold to head to daycare. It's Florida but yes we still get ridiculously cold here. It's one of those I love it, I hate it things. My mother in law took the little one and headed out as I enjoyed the silence of the house for about three minutes until my youngest five-year-old woke up. He sat with me shortly until I decided to get up and start checking my classes for this semester as well as throw in a load of laundry. Now mind you it's only about 7:30 AM, and I find myself daydreaming on Facebook. I scroll down to find that a close friend of mine has lost one of her best friends due to a suicide. I felt sad for her. I followed the links to the friend's page who I have 27 mutual friends in common with and saw that she was not only successful and beautiful but she has a four-year-old child! My heart was breaking for her family and her son. I continued on my merry way through my Facebook feed and found that another friend lost someone as well due to a suicide over the holiday weekend. While the first suicide suffered in silence, it appears that this second woman was suffering constantly. One was successful and full of potential, hanged herself in the front yard due to some emotional restraints on her heart. The other had been a habitual drug user who was in and out of rehab, jail and constantly in pain. Regardless of their situations, they're both gone and left their families to face the eternal emotional pain. I almost put my phone down because by this point I was myself emotionally drained, but I kept looking through my feed. Then I come to find a local officer, as well as a former school resource officer, had taken his own life in the parking lot of a church. The worst part is my husband knew him and thought he was not only a positive mentor but also a cheery man. So that's three; three people who took their own lives, three sets of families that will continue to suffer and wonder why. What could they have done to help? Hundreds of friends and members of the community that wish they could have seen some sort of trigger and aided in recovery for these lost souls. Today I'm praying a little harder, hugging my children a little tighter, and telling my husband how much I love and appreciate him. I've had some tragic moments in my life, hard times I thought I would never get out of, moments I thought that parenting was not for me, but no matter what I have always always tried to push myself to believe that fighting my way through life even if I was struggling and in pain would be ten times better than leaving my family and children behind. I never want my children to think that I left them or that I didn't care; I wouldn't want them to blame themselves. Part of me is angry that these people chose suicide, but this is my feeling; I have no idea how hard things really were for them, and the only thing I can do is pray for their families. Please remember that if you're suffering, you never have to do so alone; there is always someone to talk to, whether it be family, the church, or even a hotline you can call in your area. Someone loves you even when you don't love yourself.
By Mother Superior8 years ago in Psyche
Positivity: The Sword and Shield
When I was 15, I had hit rock bottom. I was plagued by chronic depression. Because of this, I was also suffering from an eating disorder, self harm, and suicidal thoughts all at the same time. The negativity which loomed over me threatened to swallow me whole. The war which took place in my unstable mind, of which I had so carefully fortified and constructed, broke me down further and further each day. I was defenseless. I had no means of defending myself, and so I often succumbed to it, allowing myself to continue losing the war. Every day was a battle, full of bloodshed. I lost every one. To me, there seemed to be no possible way to win.
By Collin Olson8 years ago in Psyche
When Homelessness Gives Hope
Once upon a time, giving money to strangers was a rarity for me. I preferred to donate to charities that I had screened so I knew the money wasn’t going for a nefarious purpose. So the night my friends and I decided to go shopping downtown, I never expected to part with a cent that wasn’t for a Christmas gift.
By Rachel Carrington8 years ago in Psyche
Mercury Retrograde: The Good, The Bad and The Truth!
Have you ever wondered if the planets could actually have an affect on your life? It's not as far-fetched as one might think it is. Mercury is more than just a mysterious planet in the far away galaxy. Even though Mercury is an average distance of 48 million miles (77 kilometers) from Earth, it's presence is felt by all of the people that are living on planet Earth.
By Silena Le Beau8 years ago in Psyche
Transgender Mental Health
If I had a pound for each time I heard phrases such as, "Transgender is a mental illness" I'd be quite the rich woman by now. It's needless to say that being transgender is not a mental illness—but transgender people are more likely to experience mental illness than the general population, and this is a scary fact that can be ignored no longer.
By Skylar Rose Pridgeon8 years ago in Psyche
Being an Empath
What does it mean to be empathetic? The dictionary says, "showing an ability to understand and share the feelings of another." You are most likely a caring and loving person, someone people come to in times of trouble because they know you will understand them and stick by their side.
By Harriet Gutierrez8 years ago in Psyche
