humanity

Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.

From the Mind of a Dysthymic Aspie
She never really knew how she got herself into bad situations, not until after all hell had already broken loose and lost a good portion of her sanity in the process. She made friends easily, but would loose them just as quickly in the aftermath of the insanity she called her life.
By Fae Rie6 years ago in Psyche
"Enough is Enough": Why I Still Can't Stop Thinking About Caroline Flack. Top Story - February 2020.
On February 15th a 40 year old woman took her own life. I may not have known her, but she was one of the 7 billion+ humans I share this planet I call home with. She had a life to live, family and friends who loved her, and so much left to add to the shared experience we are all living through. But n0w she's gone. And though I didn't know her, I can't help but feel pangs of genuine anger and sadness.
By Rebekah Crawley6 years ago in Psyche
My Thoughts are my Issues
I sit on the floor, my old computer that was a gift to me from my high school is resting on my legs, as they are criss crossed, the bottom foot closet to the floor is starting to hurt, feeling numb, going to sleep. Thoughts feel my head over the things I've said, the events that happened, anger that might not even be real from my boyfriend lingers in the air; I tend to over think so much. Clouds forming around my head; the negativity, the positivity, self-doubt, self-love, they hang around me like I have multiple personalities. They try getting in but they can't, they're not powerful enough. My fingers rests at the keys, wanting to type so badly but can't, they can't flow if they have nothing to type to, no thought in mind that is worth typing about. Air fills and leaves my lungs, my bad posture kicks in, money issues start to take over as I remember that I should've taken the extra shift an hour ago.
By Ky 6 years ago in Psyche
A Psychiatric Oddity
"It's not just a dream, doctor, it's a constant replay of the same dream. Oh sure, the people and situation may be a little different, but in the end it's the same theme, and it's where I'll go when I die", Angela said with all the confidence she could muster.
By Denise Willis6 years ago in Psyche
Why is it that Rain Drops, but Snow Falls?
Throughout the ages, mankind has been troubled by a multitude of questions. Through perseverance and great intellectual curiosity, many of these questions have answers. Long have they pondered questions such as, "Why is grass green?" "Why is the sky blue?" and “What is the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything?” Thus far, we have been successful in compiling answers. However, there are other questions such as, "Why do you need an appointment to see a psychic?" "If you didn't get caught, did you really do it?" and "What would we do without hypothetical questions?" that have yet to be answered. However, through meditation, self-inquiry and theoretical logic, one of the unanswered questions has been answered. "Why is it that rain drops and snow falls?"
By Shay Hanae6 years ago in Psyche
Mental Illness Hits Home
My name is Susan. I grew up in the suburbs of Westchester County,NY. I attended public schools with my two siblings of my sister a year apart from me and my brother younger by four years. My first recollection of something not right with a family member was when my sister no longer attended public school with myself and brother.
By A Little Bit Of Everything6 years ago in Psyche
Sticks and Stones May Break Your Bones
Why is it we remember the insults more than the compliments? I don't know – something about that sort of sucks. Even when we might receive a dozen compliments over a short space of time and a single insult months prior – it's the insult that gels and stands above all else. And those few compliments? Damn – they're never enough to make us forget about that one rude remark.
By Jord Tury6 years ago in Psyche
Brittle Bones: The Comedown
Abstract: The following excerpt is from my fictional coming-of-age novel about Audrey Anderson's life, a girl from a small made-up town of Tribuca, California, an aspiring musician. This excerpt is a continuation of part one in Indio, CA.
By Paulina Pachel6 years ago in Psyche
A Sensitive Story
That girl is strange but special, a most peculiar mademoiselle…that’s a song quote, which any Disney or beauty and the beast fan could tell you is from a song called Belle. It’s the introduction song to a girl who was different from everyone else, and it’s the song that if you were to ask me, would be the one to best describe me. I was, and still am, someone different, and that’s not a bad thing.
By Belle Trevino6 years ago in Psyche
PSYCHOLOGY - TO KNOW THAT YOU DON'T KNOW
In 1930 in the US, there was a clothing store by the brothers Sid and Harry. Sid took care of the wholesale, and Harry managed the sewing factory behind the store. So every time customers asked for a price, the guy Sid seemed to be forgetful and hard of hearing.
By Pious6 years ago in Psyche
Is that body language an example of cute aggression?
When you do this work learning never stops. Today I learned a new concept called cute aggression that is worth sharing. Cute aggression is superficially aggressive behavior caused by seeing something cute, such as a human baby or young animal. Cute aggression is something that people of every culture experience. People experiencing cute aggression may grit their teeth, clench their fists, or feel the urge to pinch and squeeze something they consider cute, while not actually causing or intending to cause any harm. When people feel this way it's not accompanied by a desire or intention to cause harm. The observed behavior is an involuntary response to being overwhelmed by a positive emotion.
By Joseph Crown6 years ago in Psyche
Late Night Ramblings
Today I honestly don’t know what to write about. There’s so much that I want to type and let out into the world, but the fear of the consequences drives me crazy. There is so much I want to reveal for everybody to know and see. I’m just so frustrated that I’m literally lost. Writing for me has always been about honesty, but today I don’t even have that.
By Gourav Bhattacharya6 years ago in Psyche