My biggest regret is spending so much time regretting. Oh sure I can list oh so many cringeworthy moments. Mishaps with bodily functions. Bra straps showing. Green food in teeth. Colossal errors in people’s names, especially when in front of fifty people I’ve mixed up Mr. Chiang with Mr. Lee, or Ms. Gomez with Ms. Fuentes. All the times I didn’t listen – I thought he was joking when he said the price tag was showing on my hat that I went on to wear for months. All the times I was unintentionally cruel. Or cruel out of my own indecisiveness. All the times I was careless or lazy – why did I wreck that guy’s performance by not learning the words and harmony to the song we were singing together? All the times I laughed too loud and kept repeating the same lame remark. Or did I? Was I just carefree and fun? Oh, the rumination.
Every Second I Hold my Breath
I never thought I could fear the water. To be touched by it, to taste it, to be engulfed by it. My whole life has been in water.
How to Cope With Emotional or Psychological Trauma
Pretty much everyone will experience at least one traumatic event in their lives. But sadly, most of us will experience at least three or more. And these events can leave us with feelings of fear, sadness, anger, and confusion. These emotions can last a long time, and if they aren’t processed properly, they can interfere with our daily lives.
"Don't You Miss Drinking?"
I guess the best way to start this is just to dive right in. My name’s Emily, I’m an alcoholic and I’m very open about it, which, to each their own it’s anonymous for a reason, I’m just not a good rule follower. I know for a fact that it catches people off guard when I offer up this little morsel about myself. How do I know? Because it’s usually followed by “really?!” (yes really, thanks for asking), or “Oh no you’re not!” (oh, but I am), or my favorite, “but you don’t look like an alcoholic!” (now tell me, what exactly does an alcoholic look like?).
A Date With Water
I have always loved the water. I soak in hot springs. I mud and salt my bare body in murky lakes. I pray in holy rivers. I swim naked in Japanese bath-houses with other naked women. Immersing myself in water is the only time I truly switch off from the world. When I turn the tap labelled H all the way to the right with just a little bit of C, I dunk my head in as the ceramic bowl fills. I feel my hair soak and my ears fill with growling minerals. My nose and face are exposed in the hot damp air, just enough for me to breathe. I close my eyes, and I listen to the waters thunder. If I keep my eyes shut long enough, I envision myself lost at sea, floating away from a sunken ship. The water is not rough, nor cold. I float through the night, staring up at the stars that blanket the sky. I see huge stars, tiny stars, a white full moon with a blank staring face. The sinking ship is far from me now, I have no guarantee of surviving the night. But in this sea, I am completely safe, for if death should come I couldn’t ask for a calmer one. In essence, everything is sweet.
- First Place in Sister Circle Challenge
Brei, In all fairness, I have not known you for a long time. A few years. Yet, you have endured more in the small amount of time I have known you, than people I have known my entire 30 years of life.
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.
Rules To My Life.
I have suffered from depression for a little more than half of my life. It is a rough road to living and being satisfied when dealing with depression. Throw in a little obsessive-compulsive disorder and you really have a recipe for some fun thought and behavioral patterns. I require a set of rules to keep myself above water. Through the creation of these 'life rules,' I have made it easier to enjoy my life. Let's just get right down to it;
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Beyond the Blues
Understanding depression is difficult; hear from Psyche's community of peers on their experiences with this mood disorder.
The Manipulation Techniques of a Covert/Vulnerable Narcissist
You've likely heard of the overt or 'grandiose' Narcissist; the larger than life personality that fills every room with the booming of the voice. The one who refers to their co-workers by patronising nick-names whilst clapping them on the back in a show of false comradery, or the one who exhibits their material possessions or beauty like medals of valour. Insidious as they are, a more dangerous personality lurks in the grandiose narcissists shadow; the covert or 'vulnerable' narcissist.
Book Review: "The Sleeping Beauties" by Suzanne O'Sullivan
I remember when I was at school and university and first started to read the books of Oliver Sachs. I was amazed to see what people were afflicted with and yet, how they managed to still keep in touch with themselves and try their best not to isolate themselves or lose hope. His writings were often narratives with emotional outpourings and stories which resonate with the empathy that one human being has towards another. I cannot say that this is exactly the same type of book but it follows the same guidelines of medical narratives and explorations in science. This book entitled "The Sleeping Beauties" traces one of our more modern ideas concerning health and wellbeing and that is psychological health. The health of the mind in times of chronic stress and/or trauma, the theories surrounding something called 'resignation syndrome' and the way in which the people around the suffering person become confused, riddled and often helpless when having to care for the person with the condition.
Trauma Changes Us
Have you ever felt like you were drowning? Like you were lost in an unknown world, the cold pressing down on you, beating you, pushing you, with death spreading down your throat and into your burning lungs?
How I Saved My Life 5 Minutes At A Time.
When I was a young man, I was a fool. It wasn't my fault, I just didn't know enough but I should have known better. My father tried to tell me. My mother tried to warn me. "How could they possibly know what I was feeling? How could they understand my life?" Those are the questions and doubts many young adults carry within them as they step onto their path. I was already so sure my decisions were infallible.
Episode 004: Revolution
Do you feel it in the air? A tension growing around the world gripped by a virus that promised to take down everything. A virus that according to a CTV News report is ranked fourth in infectiousness compared to 11 other common major diseases well behind the SARs scare. I remember SARs being talked about quite often on TV same with Ebola, which is slightly less infectious than Covid-19. The main difference between then and now? The world did not shut down, so what happened? Why did the world shut down? Well, the answer is quite simple, fear. There has been an ever-growing presence of fear built up in the modern society I would say since the end of the cold war. With a world armed to the teeth with nuclear weapons and the capacity to extinct all life on this planet governments realized that wars would be different going forward. With mutual assured destruction a modern society had to turn inward for a new monster to campaign against. Media companies been all too willing to do an effective job at this creating a so-called culture war where you can no longer stand to even to tolerate people with different opinions. Was it a great Kabul or master plan? No. It was regular human nature, greed, corruption, and other vices that have followed our species for thousands of years. However, these human flaws have worked their way into the very power structures that govern our lives and we as a society are allowing ourselves to be distracted, commoditized and sold for a profit. Our human life is no longer the virtue of our society the dollar is king in this town and it’s causing the greatest tension that is a story as old as time, a story of revolution, and change. We are standing in a moment of history that will define the society for years to come, a fork in the road for humanity. How much more power do we need to give our governments? How much more data do we need to give technology giants which just end up at the governments? How much is your freedom worth for a little security? These are questions worth asking but it saddens me that even asking such questions right now is considered not politically correct, radical and selfish. The media and collective fear of millions have allowed for a situation to arise that should scare every single one of us and that is the rise of a powerful police state. One ruled under public virtues and morals dictated by the ivory elite in their marble palaces of power and hypocrisy.
Like the Girls Who Wear Pink
Jennifer if you are reading this, time travel has effectively been invented and this is a message from your future self. Ok. You're five years old, you've got dirt under your nails,(laughs) and one day at recess you're gonna start hurling rocks at those boys, those bullies. You know, the ones saying,"you’re not a girl"...
My psychopathy VS. my emotions
Emotions. They're rather fickle entities, aren't they? Generally, I'm not a very emotional person. This is both a blessing and a curse.
Mental Health Care
All I can offer here is, 'Thank God they do not exist like this anymore.' I began my journey into the realms of mental health nurse training way back in September 1989; after having worked as a care assistant for a year before embarking upon this course, to gain a view of just what looking after vulnerable people was really like. It was to be a career choice for life - or so I imagined for myself. At the time I was living at home with my mum and step-dad.
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