humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
This Is Not My Room
Faith opened her eyes and sat up in her bed. The room was dark with a peek of light shinning through the splits of the window blinds drawn downward. She always drew them downward because she felt that less light would be able to shine through.
By Charity Faye Alexander5 years ago in Psyche
Peaches and Cream Screams
Dear, Readers, Before you read further, this is a trigger warning that this essay discusses self-mutilation, self-harm, and substance abuse. If you suffer from any of these, you’ve been warned, and if you can’t read this without being triggered, I would rather you didn’t read it.
By Chloe Medeiros5 years ago in Psyche
Not My Time
Anyone who has taken the time to look over the sleeve on my right arm would probably come to the conclusion that I’m obsessed with Death. I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed though...Death and I just have a very intricate and complicated relationship. The first death I ever experienced was my mother’s. I was four years old and to this day the thing that I remember the most is seeing a grown man cry for the first time. I was four, I had no concept of Death or that it meant I would never see her again. Now before you go getting all sympathetic on me, I’ll say again: I was FOUR. Save the sympathy for people who are unfortunate enough to lose their parents when it’s the hardest, like when they’re teenagers or young adults and could use the guidance. I was a young teenager the first time I considered Death as a friend, an option. I spent days in my room behind a closed door crying over things teens cry about, like boys and getting made fun of for my glasses and acne. But I also agonized over the fact that I was a living, breathing human with a fully functioning body and limbs yet somehow that still wasn’t enough for me.
By Nicole Renee Nunez5 years ago in Psyche
When will it get better?
I am broken, I look around and see people living their lives, holding hands, watching the sun go down or sitting together at a cafe planning. Thats not me, and I fear it never will be. I want to be happy, to smile and laugh and wake up each day with renewed faith that something wonderful is coming. Yet I don’t, I am on my sofa curled with a blanket crying, and I cry and cry until my partner comes home.
By MoriaCavandish5 years ago in Psyche
Ataraxia
INTRODUCTION “Ataraxia? And what the fuck is that”. I can tell by my psychologist, Jaiyana Crossley AKA the judge of all thee labeled mentally misfit BKA my recurring monthly expense. Dr. J’s reaction that my vulgar vernacular struck her moral values. It amazes me how people act as if with all the crime, obscenities, and sexual advertising that the word “fuck” hasn’t lost its shock factor and is still considered offensive. Oh wow, she is still talking. Once again I retreated to the unsafe confines of my “louder than reality thoughts”. I hate when I do that.
By Tenika Bolton 6 years ago in Psyche
Pete’s diner
I watched her throw silverware around and shuffle pots and pans the last 15 years of my childhood. Every night. Religiously. I never quite understood why and I never asked. She’d stare into a seemingly empty wall but her eyes told a different story. They were bright and awake and a sideways smile would creep into the side of her cheek like a spider pulling the last thread of her web.
By Michelle Tucker6 years ago in Psyche
The importance of mental health support when returning to work
Coronavirus has made returning to the office a period of great anxiety. But returning to work after a pandemic is only part of the disparities between a healthy work-life and good mental health. Data is increasingly providing evidence that our psychological resilience is on the decline: according to one survey, only 13 per cent of people in the UK reported that they had good mental health.
By Jack Johnson6 years ago in Psyche
Titular
EXT. DOWNTOWN ATLANTA GEORGIA - DAY Pan down on a big city in 2020, zoom in to a building showing a MAN inside standing behind one of its many windows. Inside a therapist's office, the MAN has his back turned on the THERAPIST, looking out the window, talking.
By Jonathan Mosby6 years ago in Psyche
Above the World but Mindful of Me
TW: Suicide Dear Carleigh, You will never read this unless some miracle happens and we get back together, but I do not see that happening. I bought this journal to fill its pages with everything I want to say to you. I find myself wanting to tell you everything. I always have, you brought new ideas into my world and I am working on being a better person because of you. I hoped that you would have chosen me over your ex because I always pushed you to be a better version of yourself and toward your dreams. I hoped that there were more reasons to choose me but I guess there wasn’t, so here I am alone. Alone and reminded me that I am too broken, that I am writing in a journal because I am too much and too emotional. That I finally broke down that barrier too late and now spread open with no defenses and my feelings bleeding all over the place…
By Sarah Beattie6 years ago in Psyche
