disorder
The spectrum of Mental Health disorders is incredibly vast; we showcase the multitude of conditions that affect mood, thinking and behavior.
What stress can do to your brain
Ever find yourself tossing and turning at night, perhaps feeling more irritable or forgetful than usual? Hey, we've all been there. Chances are, stress is paying you a visit. Now, stress isn't always the villain; it can be a handy sidekick, providing that burst of energy and focus needed for a heated sports match or a nerve-wracking public speech. However, when stress becomes a constant companion, the kind that lingers day in and day out, it starts to play tricks on your brain. Let's unravel this fascinating tale of stress and its impact on the brain in a way that's as engaging as your favorite story.
Rolake BabaPublished 6 months ago in PsycheSchizophrenia explained
In the grand tapestry of human understanding, schizophrenia stands as a cryptic enigma, its origins dating back over a century. Yet, despite the sands of time, the exact causes of this perplexing condition elude our grasp. Schizophrenia persists as one of the most enigmatic and unfairly stigmatized illnesses in the modern age. Let's embark on a riveting journey, navigating the intricate terrain of symptoms, unraveling potential causes, and delving into the ever-evolving realm of treatments.
Rolake BabaPublished 6 months ago in Psyche'90s kids & their mental issues
A recent study conducted by researchers at the University of Sydney reveals that individuals born in the 1990s are experiencing the worst mental health compared to any previous generation. Furthermore, the study indicates that this decline in mental well-being is not limited to younger generations but is also affecting those who are approaching old age. The findings, published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, highlight a concerning trend of deteriorating mental health across successive generations since the 1950s.
Jafri AlamPublished 6 months ago in PsycheThe Annoying Friend
I didn't think there was ever a problem with making friends. I was pretty out-going, fun, confident and was a fluent speaker.
"Who Are You Going To Be Today, Carol?"
Today, I know who I am. I am 'Carol.' But who is Carol? Well, today she got out of bed, did her hair, and her makeup; and she feels slim, happy, confident, and ready to face her day.
Carol TownendPublished 6 months ago in Psychethe bipolar person
The bipolar person was lonely most of the time and alone when they weren’t. Lonely was a symptom of mania; alone belonged to depression. The bipolar person had not felt at ease while alone for many years; they needed music, drugs, or the distraction of friends. For years, they had not felt the security that comes from having spent a necessary day of engagement with the world and its people, looking them in the eye many times, laughing and reacting, noticing things of light and color and volume, and thoroughly exhausting themself in full health as a social animal then to return home and expand in the silence of their moderately sized one-bedroom apartment to restore. But the bipolar person didn’t live alone anymore, so, lately, this restoration was so fraught with overthinking and condemnation that they wondered if they could still do it right. The moderately sized one-bedroom apartment had become a small –– bordering on efficiency –– two-bedroom. The bipolar person shared this small –– bordering on efficiency –– two-bedroom, complete with a murphy hammock and washer/dryer in the [flexion of two upright fingers to indicate the presence of scrutiny] kitchen, with their ex’s best friend. This person quickly became the bipolar person’s friend, muddying the situation further as the breakup between the bipolar person and their ex soured. The [finger flexion] kitchen had been a sacred place for the three of them - the bipolar person, the ex, and the roommate who happened to be the ex’s best friend. They made the most incredible things in that [f.f.] kitchen. The bipolar person agonized over remembering the meals made and eaten together: the curries, the soups, the sweet potatoes, the risotto, the rice and beans, the miso eggs, the pomegranates, the apples and peanut butter, the skillets, the mochi. Love was shared in the [f.f.] kitchen, and the bipolar person now struggled to fry an egg, let alone prepare a complete meal for themself. There was little to be done for the wave of depression settling over the bipolar person except to wait it out. Medications did not seem like an option for treatment due to the adverse effects of selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs) on their mood. Without fail, SSRIs sent the bipolar person into fits of mania that usually ended with them balled into the fetal position on the end of their bed, in hysterical fits of laughter and tears, and attempting to open their flesh with a knife or a razor or scissors or a stapler or anything they could get their hands on as if the skin itself were diseased and requiring removal. These breaks would come at the end of an extended episode where the bipolar person felt as though tiny spiders had laid large nests of eggs all over their body, and those eggs were beginning to hatch. At times, the sensation was so intense the bipolar person swore they could see as deep as the dermis move; this movement extended from their flesh into the darkened corners of their room so shadows would climb and dance, taunting an inner child still terrified of the dark. This inner child bared itself to the ex and roommate on more than one occasion, and the bipolar person considered death to end the shame. After being so exposed, they felt there was no way to redeem themself in their own eyes. The bipolar person knew well enough at this point that other people would forgive all sorts of behaviors, and even if they wouldn’t, the only thing that mattered was whether or not the bipolar person could forgive themself. The answer was almost always a resounding no, but ultimately, death was not an option. So the small –– bordering on efficiency –– two-bedroom apartment complete with murphy hammock and washer/dryer in the [f.f.] kitchen shrank under the weight of self-hate, blame, and resentment.
Perfect Reflection
I like to look at myself. I think I see myself clearly. I see what I want in the glass. My perfect reflection. I am perfect.
Rachel DeemingPublished 6 months ago in PsycheHOW TO BE MISERABLE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
Navigating through the intricate steps of a curated guide, one finds a peculiar roadmap designed to ensure a constant state of dissatisfaction and despair. Let's delve into the nuances of each guideline, exploring the subtleties of self-sabotage and emotional turmoil.
Freeborn OPublished 6 months ago in PsycheOnline Speech Therapy Redefined
In an era where digital advancements are revolutionizing every sector, the field of speech therapy is undergoing a significant transformation. The advent of online tools and therapeutic games has reshaped the landscape of speech therapy, making it more accessible, engaging, and effective than ever before. A standout innovation in this domain is the Synchronized Whiteboard by Wellness Hub, which is redefining online speech therapy.
Akash SinhaPublished 6 months ago in PsycheMy Battle With Recovery After Eating Disorders: Part Two
The second part of my journey. You can read the first part here: I am getting used to food. Some days I am fine, and on those days I can eat what I love without the guilty feelings that creep up, but on others,
Carol TownendPublished 6 months ago in PsycheUnderstanding the Complex Tapestry of the Human Mind: Exploring Psychological Facts About the Brain
The complex organ that is the heart of our ideas, feelings, and behaviors is the human brain, a miracle of evolution. It is a work of biological art, directing a complex symphony of neurons and neurotransmitters that results in the experience known as awareness. Exploring the realm of psychological truths about the brain reveals an amazing voyage of discovery that includes emotional complexities, cognitive processes, and the enigmatic depths of human conduct. Through this investigation, we will decipher the mysterious workings of the brain, providing insight into the complex mechanisms that underpin our mental processes, the interplay between nature and nurture, and the plasticity of the mind.
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I'm Terrible at Titles Because of ADHD
An idea. A whisper of a thought. A brief spark of inspiration—and then it's gone and whatever grabbed my attention takes over completely and I'm left at a loss, trying to figure out what it was that I had wanted to do before my brain so rudely hit the reset button on itself.
MissieKatjiePublished 6 months ago in Psyche