selfcare
The importance of self-care is paramount; enhance your health and wellbeing, manage your stress, and maintain control under pressure.
Short and Easy Spiritual Practice Everyday
I have been on my spiritual journey consciously for the last six years, but probably a couple of decades or more unconsciously. My spiritual journey began with my desire: the pursuit of happiness. Just like everyone else, I wanted to have a happy and content life by getting a job I wanted, making enough money to do things I wanted, finding someone to love and be loved, getting married, and having my own family I wanted…the list goes on and on…
By Ayumi Hino Gerads4 years ago in Psyche
My Broken Brain Has Its Own Schedule
Some days I find myself poring over my Google Calendar schedule. It defaults to the current month, and I’ll stare at it, trying to absorb what’s going to happen today, tomorrow, next week, and the week after that. My brain will attempt to anticipate and face without anxiety the events and tasks I have scheduled. And sometimes, my knocked noggin will freak out a little.
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Psyche
Echo of a Better Time
Echo of a Better Time I am alive but not living. The monotony of each day is breathtaking. Never before have I had such a feeling of wonderment at such mundanity and tedium. I sit patiently in an endless line of traffic trapped between an endless skyline of identical buildings. The déjà vu no longer has any effect on me because I know for a fact that I have been here before. Not only have I been here before, I have been here for years and probably will be for the rest of my life. I sit patiently in the traffic, preparing to walk into the greatest punishment of all. A desk job in a low rise complex, 9-5. I can already feel myself being melted alive under the bland neon lights. I can see the bags under my eyes growing deeper. I can feel the hunch in my back curling further. I can hear less and less of the commotion around me, I am desensitized, tuned out. I am lucid but I do not care about anything. I am alive but I am not living. I like to dream, I like to think. My thoughts drag me back to a better time, a better time when the worst pain was a grazed knee. The biggest problem was a ball stuck under a car. When “goodbye” meant “see you tomorrow”. I try to remember back to a time when the smiles weren’t fake and the laughs were genuine. The thought turns sour when I realize that fizzy drinks turned into alcohol, Our bikes became cars and an innocent kiss turned into sex. When getting high meant swinging on the playground. I remember when protection was just a bike helmet and that the worst thing you could get from a girl was cooties. I remember when my dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and my mum was my superhero. I remember when my sister was my worst enemy. When race issues were about speed and war was only a card game. The only drug I knew was cough medicine. These were my problems and I couldn't wait to grow up. I feel a pang in my heart every time I disappear down this rabbit hole because life was so simple and I took it for granted. As those memories fade from my mind and I refocus on the road ahead of me, the overwhelming numbness seeps back through my mind and heart. I revert back into my trance as I realize that those days are gone and there’s nothing I can do to bring them back.
By Cam Blackwood4 years ago in Psyche
The Power of Doing Nothing
Doing nothing. Nowadays seems pretty impossible, don’t you think? Because in every moment in our lives we are doing something. Whether that’s scrolling through or phone or doing some task, we are always looking for ways to feel like we are busy.
By Carlos Velasco4 years ago in Psyche
Four Painful Truths About Self-Growth
So, you’ve come to a place in your life where you realize you need to do some self-improvement and grow. Maybe you’ve left an unhealthy relationship, or you suffer with anxiety or depression — whatever the reason, keeping to the status quo is more detrimental to both your mental and physical health than the fear of changing ever could be.
By Leigh Robbins4 years ago in Psyche
