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How Social Media Is Rewiring Your Brain Right Now
A few nights ago, I caught myself doing something that felt uncomfortably automatic. I was watching a show I’d eagerly waited all week to see—something with dense dialogue and slow-burn suspense—and less than three minutes in, my hand reached for my phone. Not because the show bored me. Not because I heard a notification. I just… reached. My brain wanted a hit of something faster, something that resolved in seconds rather than minutes. The show was too slow for a mind that had been trained on fast cuts, instant comments, and endless scrolls.
By Kamel Saidani5 months ago in Psyche
The Shape of a Better Life: How Doughnut Economics Reimagines Wellbeing
It is normal to be curious as to what Doughnut Economics is, and what it has to do with the mental health of people, both individually and collectively. Absolutely everything. Interest in this topic came about picking up an old, shrivelled up copy of Wellbeing Magazine at a random cafe. That article would have certainly been written prior to the pandemic, where a prolonged period of inflation and the rising cost of living followed suit.
By Justine Crowley5 months ago in Psyche
Does every child matter
Does Every Child Matter? For decades, the truth about residential and boarding schools in Canada has lingered in the shadows, only spoken in fragments, denied in silence, or dismissed as inconvenient history or worse, accusing the stories of being “exaggerated That silence is breaking. Stories are being told. Graves are being uncovered. The call for justice is no longer something that can be silenced.
By Bruce Curle `5 months ago in Psyche
Reflection on My Group Counseling Course for My Clinical and Mental Health Master's Degree Program
The idea of submitting my story to the scrutiny of others is both exciting and terrifying. The easy part of my story to share with others is about my childhood experiences. My parents and siblings were all kind and respectful. I never went hungry, and for the most part I feel as if most of my emotional needs were met appropriately. From an early age, I was always helping in the local church. I learned the value for serving God and others from day one in my family unit. I enjoy sharing my testimony of salvation, which occurred when I was six years of age. What I remember more distinctively, is my water baptism experience. My dad baptized me and the symbolism of it truly resonated deeply in my young soul. I was eight years old when I got water baptized. I remember getting a new Bible at this time. Another thing that is easy for me to talk about is my experience being a father to my daughter. Everything I do in life is centered around the welfare and benefit of my daughter, who is growing up far too fast!
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Psyche
The Mandela Effect: Why thousands of us share the same "false" memories of history.
The dust motes danced in a shaft of jaundiced afternoon light. I was holding the book, its cardboard cover cool and slightly damp against my palms. The smell was that of a forgotten attic—sweet rot, old glue, and the ghost of a thousand silverfish. I stared at the name on the spine. Berenstain. My thumb traced the 'a' in the penultimate syllable. It felt like a jagged piece of glass. It looked like a typo carved into the bedrock of my childhood. I knew, with a certainty that hummed in my teeth, that it had once been an 'e.' The world had shifted. Or perhaps, I had.
By The Chaos Cabinet5 months ago in Psyche
The Anger Room
THE GOOD GIRL WHO WAS DYING INSIDE 😤 I was very good at being good for a very long time. I was the calm one in every crisis and the reasonable one in every conflict and the one who said it is fine when it was not fine and who absorbed other people's difficulties with the specific generosity of someone who has confused self-erasure with virtue and who has been praised for that confusion long enough that the praise became a need. I was good at minimizing my own pain because pain seemed like an imposition I did not have the right to make. I was good at explaining other people's harmful behavior to myself in the most charitable light available because charity felt spiritual and anger felt ugly. I was good at keeping everyone comfortable, including the people who had hurt me, because keeping people comfortable was the primary skill I had developed and it had been so thoroughly rewarded that I had never seriously examined the cost 🙏
By The Curious Writer5 months ago in Psyche
