recovery
Your illness does not define you. It's your resolve to recover that does.
My Emma
I measured my year in linoleum floors. In fluorescent lights, in the smell of rubber and artificial lemon air freshener; in narrow hallways silent except for the faint buzz of the heater. I measured my year by counting the beds occupied and the pairs of sheets needing to be changed over once morning came. I counted the clipboards thrust into my hands, tearful retreats to the stark, institutional public restrooms; in pitying eyes staring at my 2 AM, mascara-streaked, dark- circled face while I slumped over in the near-empty waiting room.
By Kaylyn Buckley8 years ago in Psyche
Your Health Matters!
So mental health is what we call a tent pole topic in 2018. More and more campaigns, blogs, Facebook pages proliferate, all encouraging people to open up, be honest, and just simply listen to others’ mental health concerns more. Although at the same time it is, of course, worth pointing out the advice one often receives is to stay away from photo-centric social media, lest we become envious, upset, or anxious that our lives don’t measure up to the lives of others.
By Richard Brind8 years ago in Psyche
Am I Going Crazy?
On the outside, everything is fine. I am sitting with people who know me, who care about me. I am not alone, I am not being tormented outwardly, I am not in an awkward situation. Everything is normal. Except it's not. Inside my head, I am going over and over every possible situation and scenario that could possibly go wrong. Is she looking at me weird? Why did I wear this dress today? Is there something in my teeth? Why am I such a failure at being a friend? How come no one can tell that inside, I'm drowning? Why would I ever tell anyone? Am I going crazy?
By Mathilda Burton8 years ago in Psyche
A Letter to the Addict Still Suffering
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By Jaquelyn Cannon8 years ago in Psyche
I'm Not What I Seem
My name is Matthew Duguay. I was born on May 25, 1994, to my loving parents, Deanne and Brent. I have two siblings, a younger brother and sister named Samuel and Arianne, respectively. I work a full-time job as a laborer and customer service representative in a salvage yard. I feel as if most people would describe me as a happy, fun-loving, young guy who enjoys life all around and tries to make every moment matter, but there's more to this tale then what appears.
By Matty Duguay8 years ago in Psyche
Dealing With Severe Health Anxiety and Psychosomatic Symptoms
From December 2017 - May 2018 I experienced months of severe, and some could say sudden, health anxiety symptoms which completely took over and ruined most parts of my life. That first sentence sounded very dramatic but I can't stress enough how debilitating it can be to be constantly convinced that you are seriously ill every second of every day. My anxiety (fortunately or unfortunately?) hooked on my ability to see and created a compulsive fear of going blind (which I later found out is called Scotomaphobia).
By Lynsey Blacklock8 years ago in Psyche
My Mind at the Movies. Top Story - May 2018.
The first movie I can ever recall seeing was Free Willy. I was only 3-years-old and I have this memory of sitting on the carpet, neck craned, staring directly up at the television as the movie played out. I was completely in awe of everything I was looking at. That may have started my life long love of whales, but I believe it also started my stronger obsession with film. I used to watch that movie over and over again on repeat, sometimes getting up at 5 or 6 in the morning to sneak downstairs and put the tape in the VCR. Eventually, the sound became worn out on all three Free Willy VHS tapes I had.
By Sarah Franchi8 years ago in Psyche
Define Recovery
50 MG I spent the second week of my sophomore year of high school in a psychiatric hospital. What brought me there wasn't the point. Nothing outside of the barred windows mattered the second I was rolled through those doors with my limbs secured and my body exposed to what felt like the entire world.
By Rachel Marie8 years ago in Psyche
Art May Save Your Life
Imagine being underwater and you're swimming to the top and, just when you make it and catch that gasp of air, you're being pushed back down. Sometimes you're deeper. Sometimes the water is calm and quiet. Sometimes there are sharks around you. Sometimes you're completely alone. This is what Borderline Personality Disorder feels like. You're always feeling a different emotion from the last and they come crashing in like sea waves, leaving you breathless. Happy is ecstatic. Love is over joyful. Pain is gut-wrenching. Heartbreak is the end of you. Feelings weigh so much heavier on us than we can handle, so much that we sometimes give up trying to withstand it. Being normal and having normal reactions isn't an option and our coping mechanisms are greatly unhealthy. It's not a rollercoaster to me. It's an abyss. At least you can see where you're going on a rollercoaster ride.
By Jane Insane8 years ago in Psyche
