Everything you do prepares you for the next step
When I was an art teacher, I taught an art camp for one week at my local children’s museum. I made a collage as an example for my campers that we didn’t end up using, but I loved it, so I kept it to use in my classes later.
Not Your Neurotypical Construct
My brain thinks my boss is trying to kill me. Now, comparatively, he’s four feet taller, 200 pounds heavier, a combat veteran, and 23% shrapnel - so he could kill me.
A Race Against Addiction
Under the dust and between the cracks, all of my misfortunes are settled into these polished floors. Drenched in passion, held in pursuit, I tell my story with a booze free grin—
The Beauty of Quilling
Quilling is an art form utilizing strips of paper to create designs. Artwork can vary from minimalistic to highly intricate. While at first glance, quilling may seem complicated - with a little patience and practice - anyone can learn this art medium.
How to Thrive as a Highly Sensitive Person
Being a highly sensitive person comes with both challenges and perks. The question we need to ask, then, is: How to thrive as a highly sensitive person? The answer is that there are lots of ways to do this! Even better is that most of them are incredibly easy to implement.
What Is Scopophobia And Do I Have It?
We live in an age where attention is income and selfies are the currency. There are entire industries dedicated to the people that love to take pictures of their faces and show them to the world. Just in case the world forgot what they looked like in the last fifteen minutes.
Understanding All Anger is Self Anger Can Save You from Yourself
At times I have been so angry I've wanted to smash up rooms, destroy chairs and tables, pull down closets and shatter pictures with my fists.
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.
Behind the Scenes
Exploring mental health in the public eye; celebrities and the spotlight that has been placed on their personal lives and their mental health.
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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.
I'm Sorry, I Don't Speak Portuguese
I was born into a Portuguese family in the country of Venezuela, located in South America. A place where the coffee is heavenly, the sun always shines, the people walk and laugh with their entire bodies – I got to call this place home for the first sixteen years of my life.
My Story / Be Yourself
From the age of ten; I began to realize that I was different from most people. My anxiety disorder was still years from being diagnosed. Thus it affected me quite deeply. I was always too afraid to speak out in class, too nervous to make real friends, and I still am. My father is an alcoholic and always has been. I can remember him being intoxicated almost every night, always verbally abusing my mother. My sister and I would always lock ourselves in a room and try not to listen. To this day, his alcoholism has affected me tremendously leading to a strained relationship with my father. These obstacles made me want to help others that have gone through the same struggles, and it has made me want to be hard working, dependable, and supportive.
Another child is talking to you, But the lights are too bright, the books and shelves and feet and voices are too loud, the colours are too brilliant. It all melds together into one noisy, tyrannical soup, surging towards you and entrapping you in the chaos.
Why People's Reject You
you people might have read it many time: “Success is the best revenge” And you might have even watched short movies where a rejected by someone and then try to take revenge by establishing a big company, or by getting out of the big car, or by becoming famous. But I can prove, it is utter rubbish that has been filled in your minds by some nonsense people and media. And this situation happened when someone rejected you for status, and your figure, and as an individual. And then you decide to become successful, gain high status or have a six-pack or a slim figure or whatever you got rejected for, to show other people so they might regret to reject you. But what if they don’t care who you become, or what if they get more success than you? Or what if they still reject you? You will get screwed up in the end. Because it is not any stupid movie, it is a harsh reality. And in a very famous Bollywood song “mera intiqaam dekho gi” this point is illustrated. All the success the boy got is to take revenge on the girl who left him on “mandap” for her personal reasons which have nothing to do with the boy’s status. He wasted his life in taking revenge on the girl and filled his heart with anger and hatred and remained restless in his journey to make her regret for not accepting him. Do you think it is right?
Symptoms of Inattention and Women With ADHD
ADHD affects both boys and girls equally; however, boys are more likely to be diagnosed and treated since they are diagnosed earlier in life. When boys are diagnosed with ADHD, it is usually because they have neglected their schoolwork and socialization activities. In addition, girls are less likely to be diagnosed because they tend to perform better than boys in school and play more sports. Because both genders have the potential to have ADHD, females are diagnosed with this disorder at a young age and have more treatment options available to them than their male counterparts.
It’s My Life
Well, well, where do I begin? Oh, Hi everyone. My name is Casandra, but everybody calls me Cassie. I am a single mother of 1, 9 year old boy. My life has never been easy. I can’t remember my childhood at all. When I turned 2, my father went to prison for 11 years. When he got out, my whole life flipped upside down. My father raped me around the ages of 13-15. I didn’t know any better, I thought that was what father daughter bonding, love and affection was. I willing allowed him to do so because he twisted my mind into thinking it was a normal ordeal for a father to have sex with his daughter. I started having problems at school, with my mother, and my siblings. My mother kept two jobs to provide for us. That left me to make sure they got home from school safely, make sure they ate after school and dinner also, make sure all homework was done, and ready for bed at a decent time. I had to grow up very fast and it prevented me from having a normal childhood. My bother and sister were allowed to go to birthday parties, sleep-overs, out with their friends to do normal kid things. I felt alone. I started to become a very rebellious person. Until one day, I found out I was pregnant at the age of 17. I was scared out of my mind. At the moment, I was sexually active with 3 people, my father included. I gave birth to my son and 1 of the 3 men I believed to be my son’s father agreed to taking a DNA test. It turned out he wasn’t the father, broke up with me, and I never heard from him ever again. The second man blocked me on all social media and wasn’t willing to take one at all. I was too scared to even tell my mother that my father has been raping me for years. So currently to this day, I have no idea who’s the father of my son. My conscience is constantly telling me my son is my brother also. When my son turned 6 years old, something in me just snapped. I was broken and nobody understood me because I wasn’t willing to allow anybody in to comfort me. I left my hometown for good. I gave temporary custody of my son to my mother. I hardly see my son at all, unless it’s on FaceTime. I am far from an unfit mother. I help him with homework over the phone, I send money whenever I can. I’m there for him just not physically, even though I know that’s what he needs. I moved two states away to start a new and better life for my son. That has been very hard to do. From me not having a childhood nor being a teen when I was a teenager, I got caught in the fast life of drugs, clubs/bars, sex, and etc. it became very hard for me to save money on my own. I felt a void that needed to be filled in my life. I starting dating, thinking if I can find someone to love me for me, then we can get a house and a car together. I felt like I was living in fantasy land. It finally clicked in my head that i needed to focus on me and my son and that’s exactly what I did. Now I have my own car in my name. I’m focusing on a home now, so I can be a better mother to my son. Things are a bit troubling for me, but all I can do is keep my head held high and keep pushing forward.
Mental Health Tips
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The Great Debate of Grade 9
Up until grade 9 started, it had just been my parents I figured weren’t understanding me. Now I was starting to realize that even kids my own age also weren’t. Often times, something made perfect sense coursing through my head, so I was always at a loss for why we were on different pages. It was losing its context when coming out from the cortex and through the speaker box. My brain was going to fast for me to convey everything. I’d see the words forming a sentence, floating around in my brain-scape. I’d try to grasp them, but I’d only be able to get a few before the next sentence came.
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