anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
Role of a Psychologist - Mental Health Professionals in Patna. AI-Generated.
Navigating the world of mental health can be challenging, especially when you're trying to figure out which type of psychologist is right for your needs. In cities like Patna, where mental health awareness is growing, it’s important to know the differences between psychologists, therapists, psychiatrists, and other mental health professionals. This blog aims to clarify these roles, address common questions, and guide you toward finding the best psychologist in Patna for your specific needs.
By Best Psychiatrist Patna2 years ago in Psyche
One Dollar
Have you ever heard anyone say that they were having one of those days. I can promise you that nobody has ever had one of those days that I had. I only had $2111 to my name. I just paid all of my bills. The mortgage was $1125. My light bill was $155. My gas bill was $105. My water bill was $75. I also had to pay $372 for my child’s medical bills. That did not include the $5 I had to pay for her prescription. After adding tax, the total amount of everything came out to $2112.55.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Psyche
Saved By The Bell…
I’m breaking the rules of this challenge off the bat, and if that disqualifies me than so be it. In fact at first I didn’t even intend to enter this particular challenge, and I’m probably not a good enough writer to win regardless. One thing I’m sure of is that in my hectic life as a single dad I don’t always take the time out of my day to something nice enough for someone to inspire a winning story anyway.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Psyche
The Journey. Top Story - September 2024.
I had a long week at work. I just started a new job, and was surrounded by new faces. This company had their cliques, and I definitely didn't feel like I fit into any of them. I had just left a two year long amazing relationship. Well year and half long, the last six months not so much. I really thought he might be the one this time, he was so different from the rest. Fucking drugs got in the way. Not to mention the stress of just losing the motor in my car, which I had just bought from a used lot about 4 months before. I was proud, because it was the first car I had actually got on my own. Didn't last long though, was warned too late it was a shady dealership. I had just tripled my rent by moving out of my ex's, and of course, chose those wrong insurance plan. So I was screwed. So onto the bus I went. I hated it, getting up two hours earlier just to make it to work on time, and getting home two hours later just to go to bed, wake up, and repeat. I became bitter and resentful toward life. I felt like I got the short end of the stick. It was the last day of work that week, I was exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally. I didn't know if I could take it. “Maybe I should just relapse too…” I thought. At least I could feel numb inside instead of just dead. I was sitting on the Trax when that thought crossed my mind, headphones blasting, trying to tune out the rest of the world. That's when she got on, and came and sat across from me. She had short shoulder length brown hair, it was dirty and ratted. She was wearing a torn sundress, I believe it was sky blue. One strap falling off her shoulder. Held securely between both hands was a small plastic cup, the kind you get from a gas station. And in it was a single daisy. I looked down at her feet, she was wearing two different shoes, both obviously way too small. So small she had to push the backs down just for them to fit. I noticed the people around me glaring at her with disgust. And suddenly I felt a part of me start to judge her too for how she looked, and I wanted to criticize her for not taking better care of herself. But before I could I just happened to look up and glance at her face, and it shook me inside. There she was, clearly homeless and un-showered. Mismatched shoes, and a yard picked flower in a cheap plastic cup. What hit me though was her smile. She looked content, dare I say at peace… It would have been more gentle had she used her own palm to slap me in the face. What the fuck was I on about? Was I really being so sorry for myself that I forgot what it feels like to really struggle? Had I become so full of myself and what I was building, that when I lost it all I became bitter , instead of having gratitude for what I did still have? A stable paycheck? A roof? A fridge full of food? Clothing that I was able to buy for myself…? My eyes started to tear, and she looked at me with concern. All I could spit out was, “That's a beautiful flower. “ Her face filled with joy, and she hugged the cup, simply saying “Thank you.” I couldn't stop staring at her shoes. I was wearing a brand new pair I had just got for work, since my old ones started to wear. I looked back and forth at our feet and a giggle escaped me. I was so ridiculous… Right before my stop I started untying the laces of my new black and rose gold Pumas. I slipped them off and asked, “Wanna trade?” She seemed hesitant at first, but when I assured her I had another pair at home, she took them in her hand and slipped them on. They fit. And she was glowing… I held back my tears as my stop came up. I was newly born walking in the mismatched, too small shoes. Yet, for a moment, when I noticed the people around me starting, I almost cared. That's when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and there she was, handing me her daisy. I think a mutual kindness was shared that day. She hurried back on the Trax, and I never saw her again.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Psyche
Finding Worth in a Lonely Corner
It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and the schoolyard was filled with the total energy of excited children and doting parents at the annual fundraising fair. I had arrived to support my youngest daughter, Mary, who was selling homemade cookies with her small group of friends. Mary wasn’t the most popular kid at school, but she had a tight-knit circle that meant the world to her. Watching her laugh and chat with her friends, I felt a sense of joy. Though not in the popular crowd, these girls had each other's backs through thick and thin, weathering the storms of peer pressure and the trials of growing up.
By Anthony Chan2 years ago in Psyche
Balancing Work and Family: How Working Parents Can Spend Quality Time with Their Children
Professionals with childrearing responsibilities often struggle to juggle work and home lives of their families. Work commitments such as meetings, projects, or daily tasks may hinder them from engaging in meaningful conversations with their offspring. Yet such interactions are cardinal for the healthy growth of any child as well as understanding within themselves. This article offers an insight into how to maximize the time spent with children by parents who work and also help in educating them.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran2 years ago in Psyche
Simple Ways to Stop Overthinking and Find Peace. AI-Generated.
Introduction: Understanding Overthinking Everyone encounters overthinking sometimes or later in his or her lifetime. It may occur at first as a general idea that snowballs into developing a number of hypothetical scenarios. This behaviour may bring about a lot of stress in the body system and therefore raise anxiety levels. When working on a problem of overthinking, it is crucial to find out what it actually is and why it occurs.
By Khalid laakiki2 years ago in Psyche
Struggling to Enjoy Life? Here's What You Can Do
Introduction People must live and be happy but for most them it is a challenge to be happy just like that. But if day in day out, you are finding yourself unable to embrace life you will not be alone. The following is often a result of many factors including the emotional, mental and sometimes external which are sometimes so difficult to identify. However, the first change that has to be made is to understand what leads to such results. In this article I will explain why you may be unable to enjoy life and how you can start to get your enjoyment back.
By Khalid laakiki2 years ago in Psyche
Effective Concussion Management Strategies
Concussion Management is essential for anyone who has suffered a head injury. Proper care helps ensure a safe recovery and reduces the risk of long-term problems. At Hillcrest, the focus is on providing the best possible care for concussion patients.
By Andrea Barker2 years ago in Psyche
