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What is a Sober Living?
What is Sober Living in Gaithersburg MD? The following is a brief description of Sober Living in Gaithersburg MD. Transitional housing is offered by many local non-profits, and they also have after-market programs for those who are looking for a place to call home. All of these living options are provided under a strategic management program that provides opportunities to families to live in safe and clean environments.
Gregory WilkensonPublished 3 years ago in PsycheDepression Is Not Laziness
When you spend your Saturday in bed not doing anything, even though the chores have piled up, that’s laziness, right? When you neglect your social relationships because you just don’t feel like going out, aren't you just being antisocial?
Matthew ManiaciPublished 3 years ago in PsycheInpatient Drug Rehab in Atascocita, TX
Inpatient drug rehab in Atascocita, Texas is probably the best way for an individual struggling with a drug addiction problem to receive quality drug addiction treatment. Located in Hidalgo County, this drug rehab in Texas is among the finest in the nation for drug addiction treatment and addiction recovery. There are several reasons why drug rehab centers of this nature are better than other more generic or short term drug rehab facilities. Inpatient drug rehab in Atascocita TX provides a high standard of care with highly trained doctors and staff. The staff strives to provide the best possible support and care to the patients. This is because they recognize that the patient's addiction to drugs is a health issue that should be treated instead of pushed aside.
Turn Your Brightness Down, Your Projection's Showing!
Projection is something that has become increasingly perceptible throughout society. Likely you have already experienced projection, either online or personally.
Imani TalimPublished 3 years ago in PsycheUnited We Stay, Divided We Fall
l don't know maybe l wanna write about seasons or colors. Blind people only see one color. So, l'm giving more importance to sense color now. Colors which mean variety in lights. Now variety is something amazing and disgusting. But one of the most important ingredients of our life. We eat we sleep but we also think we love. We love persons who are different from us. Some varieties follow pattern. In my language they are art. They are good they are bad. So my concern is that we want them doesn't matter if that costs life. We want freedom like that you know to get a home. Variety and freedom has got that in common. Now that's cool. But that's complex too. Pattern create variety . Variety create strong feeling. I love to be free. So this strong feeling is equal to the feeling of love. Well that's eating my head.
Nitu HowladerPublished 3 years ago in PsycheOn the path (8/16/21)
I'm sitting in my office and taking a brain break before my next meeting. I keep thinking about my recent discovery in reiki and where my life has gone since I made the decision to accept the light.
Reiki MikaelPublished 3 years ago in PsycheUnder the green light
I lay here under this green light. I ponder all the things that could have been so different from the way that they are now.. Hi I’m Kayli and I got mental health issues. This one’s called anxiety. My breathing is tight my body is tense. And all I can gather from my racing thoughts is that regret seems to be the dominant force living within. Oh now here comes the depression. Crushing and spirit breaking as it is, depression and anxiety have become almost second nature. I’ve lost so fucking much to be honest. I’ve been crushed in too many ways to be “normal" ever again. Did I mention I struggle with addiction. Oh yea I got it all. Diagnosed bipolar type one with psychotic features, PTSD, social anxiety, and a stimulant misuse disorder. Oh but they don’t know I also am cross addicted to opiates now. But for the record what I listed is the official diagnosis of my local Gateway center. So but yea in the soft glow of this green light, I clearly see the mess that is me and my life. I wish I could have been normal once so that I could tell you all about how I just fell into this mess. But it seems there has always been mess. My mom first took me to a psychiatrist when I was 4. What business does a 4 year old have in a psychiatric office you may ask? Well apparently I was beating my head against brick walls almost knocking myself unconscious, biting myself drawing blood, and ripping my own hair out when I’d pitch temper tantrums. My question is how could I have been filled with such rage as a toddler? This same rage has accompanied me my entire life. Now 29 years old , if anything it seems, my rage has only amplified. I currently am out on bond. Well three different bonds. All violent charges pretty much. Stress consumes my waking thoughts. I don’t want to go to prison or county jail again. I’m still shocked by all the happenings myself. I’m not sure what evil has possessed me. But I feel so disassociated from my behaviors. Most times I feel like I’m just watching a horror movie while also staring and directing it at the same time. Crippled by anxiety, social anxiety and depression, I’m mostly alone as my people skills are pretty atrocious. I don’t know how to truly connect anymore. And when I find people I like or love it seems I push them away. Or scare them away. My entire family has withdrawn from me at this point. Anyone from the outside looking in labels me, or at least thus far is my experience. I’ve been labeled a piece of shit junkie. But if I could measure my tears in weight for you maybe hen you’d see or someone would see how much of a human being I am still. It wouldn’t change reality I’m sure but to be understood would be of paramount importance. My soul had been broken and I am a broken thing. The amount of sorrow my soul has swallowed has cost me any positive outlook that I could have ever had in life. Dark humor is a coping mechanism and I use it fairly frequently, although many find it more disturbing than humorous. Coincidentally, I find life more disturbing than humorous. How ironic right? That’s also a reoccurring theme in my life, irony. This green light perfectly illuminates the smoke billowing from my lit cigarette. I reflect on the many wishes I have for me and this life of mine. I hope for a better future. Filled with the sounds of my children’s laughter. I’ve lost both of my children due to my instability and criminal track record. But maybe a future exists where I stabilize and they can be a part of my life and I of theirs. The only real thing keeping me from just killing myself honestly, at this point, is hope and fear. I fear the next life may just be more miserable than this life has been thus far. I fear all the pain and sorrow have been for nothing. What if death just leads to darkness? Id rather stay under this green light with my depression and anxiety than to trust that there will be safety in the next life. Plus too much hope lives within me. I believe somehow someway all that has been lost will be returned. That things won’t always hurt so much. That I could truly be happy and make others as well. So but who knows the outcome? I sure don’t. All I know is I better try to get some sleep. Hope someone out there reads this and feels something. Cause I feel everything under this green light.
Kayli CarterPublished 3 years ago in PsycheConvos With My Alternate Personality, Deirdre
"Write something. Anything." Deirdre pressed. My eyes flit to the cursor blinking on the screen. "I don’t know where to start."
L. J. KnightPublished 3 years ago in PsycheThe Complicated Relationship Between Trauma and Sexuality
TW: Description of rape/sexual assault Our relationship with our own sexuality can be complicated. It isn’t a static, linear thing and changes in the relationship can come from change within ourselves or external influences. For anyone that has experienced sexual trauma, the effect on that relationship can be profound and can have lasting effects on relationships and self esteem. Society can still be resistant to talking about sex, especially when sexual trauma is brought up, but I think it is important for all that are healing that we do have and make space for these conversations.
An Uncertain Emerald Nothing
Things have to get worse before they can get better, or so you tell yourself as you ascend the stairs, hoping they’ll save you somehow. As if you’ll drop your problems on one of these steps and they’ll just fall down.
J.C. TraversePublished 3 years ago in PsycheMe vs. Eating Disorders
I've been fighting my battle against eating disorders since I was twelve. I know what you're probably thinking. Wow.. twelve? Isn't that a little.. young?
Coastal Fauna
The first time it happened was on the anniversary of Fiona's death, five years previously, in his intern year of residency. He had moved to Miami to train as a psychiatrist, and in a moment of fragility, he purchased some pot from the gentlemen who delivered a chaise into his first floor condo.