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The mind at work; explore the ins and outs of mental health in the workplace and how to optimize employee psyche and, by extension, your organization's bottom line.
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The debate has been a long one; nature vs. nurture. Which one is responsible? Are they both? Is genetics the real picaroon pathing the way to uncertainty for answers? Moreover, precisely, what are these things responsible for? I believe, it is not who but how. In this blog post, I bring to light some of the heavier questions about brain chemistry, conditioning, and the touch of epigenetics being responsible for who we are, and not something as vague or simple as, nature vs. nurture.
By Ali Ryerse4 years ago in Psyche
What is Paradise Syndrome and Why Should We Be Aware Of It?
You’ve heard of burnout; ‘the state of being stressed and overwhelmed whilst meeting constant demands’, but have you ever considered the opposite? A state of focus and motivation so strong that it spills into your weekends and holidays?
By Sandra Michelle5 years ago in Psyche
In A Stormy Sea
I should start this story by telling you, right away, that I am autistic. Autism frequently comes with side orders of depression and anxiety, and this is definitely true for me. I was first diagnosed with anxiety and depression when I was 20 years old. But realistically, I am certain I had lived with these conditions since early childhood.
By Angel Mann5 years ago in Psyche
Never Been Employed
I had rocked up to the store a mere two weeks prior on the behest of the employment agency tasked with keeping an eye on me. My clothes were a mixture of cheap department store fare and a well-worn blazer I had bought from Vinnies back when I was a much skinnier teenager. The blazer was faded because I did not know how dry cleaning works, and the clothes in general smelled stale and dry because they hadn't been worn in so long.
By Tomas McGlone5 years ago in Psyche
Why are So Many 18 to 25 Year Olds Burning Out and Quitting Their Jobs
The Struggling Gen Zers It is not a good time to be a Gen Zer. What with the Pandemic disrupting their lives, just when they were settling into their careers and the tepid pace of the recovery in the jobs market adding to their worries.
By Rammohan Susarla5 years ago in Psyche
Tales from the Dyslexic Side: Part 1
Over the years, I’ve worked, and been sacked as a copywriter, a graphic designer, an editor and even an English teacher. I’ve written for famous international brands and taught English in universities. The majority of these career experiences have either finished with me being sacked or simply told not to bother coming back next term. Yet despite this, I think I’ve been fairly successful, and as Douglas Adams said, “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be”.
By Jodie Adam5 years ago in Psyche
Diarist: Sea letters
Since I was young, writing letters was my primary mode of communication: letters from camp to my best friends back home, letters to my pal studying abroad in Germany, emails from work on ships, and as check-ins with my chosen family around the country. I saved as many letters as I could in a file called "correspondence."
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Psyche
Morning routine . Top Story - March 2021.
Peering into the woman who stood before me, I got lost in the uncertainty of her glare. Unemotive eyes hiding the tension held between her shoulders, pulling her posture inward. The routine sigh wasn’t deep enough to release the tightness that wrapped around her chest. Quiet judgments filled the air, even in silence they were all I could hear, I guess I never quite learned how to love the reflection I saw in the mirror. Clumsily, I collect my things. Frightened by the echo of my mascara hitting the bathroom sink, still not a cacophony bold enough to bring me back to the moment. I had drifted down the deserted path of my anxieties, absent of the wisdom I held my standards to, and there was no end in sight. Alerted by the reverberating call coming from my torn coat pocket, it was time to force myself out the door.
By TheLateBloom 5 years ago in Psyche
Second Life
The wind was sharp as knives against the bare parts of his face. The man tugged at the loose hanging edges of his scarf, tightening it. With every step the blistering cold night air pierced its way through the multiple layers of clothing he had tightly packaged himself in. Her could feel his fingers and toes start to burn despite the handmade knit socks and gloves he wore. His mother had made them for him two christmases ago.
By Beverly Tenhagen5 years ago in Psyche
