humanity
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I Have Bad Brains
I have a fucked-up brain. ⚡⚡ 😁👍 ⚡⚡ My grey matter has always been a little bit sketchy. Exhibit A: I'm pretty sure I have some form of dyslexia. And yet still, I aspire to be a writer. That in itself is pretty crazy, right? My dream is to be a famous author... and I cannot spell for shit. It's a serious impediment for a storyteller because, as it turns out, words are the most vital tool of a writer's craft. And it's stunning how universally people detest misspellings. Stunning! 😨
Lightning BoltPublished 3 years ago in PsycheA Game of Memory
I have a preoccupation with memory. I have vivid memories before the age of 7 and after the age of about 20, but in between blank spaces exist. Emotions without pictures, sensations without words. There also exist specific memories heightened by specific dialogue, setting and startling visuals. Visuals that I sometimes dream about to this day. They would derail my sleep and transport me through time like a masochistic time traveler.
Jennifer RegisPublished 3 years ago in PsycheMy Gentle Return to Sanity
The past few weeks have been stressful, to say the least. Between firing my marketing team, narrowly avoiding a mental breakdown, going through withdrawals while cycling off a high dose of antidepressants, and remembering my late fiance on the third anniversary of her death, all while trying to enjoy a two week road trip through the PNW; I felt like I haven't been able to catch up until now.
Jackson SherryPublished 3 years ago in PsycheManic Autistic Pixie
As a fun little welcome-to-the-show, i'll start personal. Ever since I had reached the age where myself and my peers were aware of the trope, I had been associated with it. I saw these characters who were slightly off but enjoying it in a very feminine way and I felt a kinship to them, like they were the endgame I was striving for. I loved dying my hair, watching kids shows, took up weird hobbies and fixated on whatever shiny object attracted my crow-brain.
Alex BrownPublished 3 years ago in PsycheThey All Had Glow Sticks
Her glowing fluorescent head was green. It flashed on when I squeezed her. Nobody understood my urgency in losing her, my glow worm doll in this madhouse. I had her since I was six years old. Her phosphorescent light had been my guide so many times in this life. When I was six, it had been because I was afraid of the dark in my bedroom at night. When I had been ten I needed light alone at night in that same room for very different reasons.
cora lynnishPublished 3 years ago in PsycheJust Deal With It
Anytime life gets hard and we feel like giving up there's always someone there to tell us to just deal with it. But why, why the heck should we suffer? Why do people feel the need to tell us to suck it up and just deal with it? Is this really how life is supposed to be? We're just supposed to go through life uncomfortable and just accepting peoples terrible behaviors because we have to pay bills or because we want to hangout with family and friends?
LeAnn MurchPublished 3 years ago in PsycheSomewhere Along the Spectrum: Transcending Duality
Call it what you will, there have been many names for it throughout the millennia. In the beginning, or perhaps more accurately, a beginning, seeing as we live in a vast, infinite, multidimensional universe, there was the big bang, that point of singularity, unity, and the great creator did issue out the great primordial om, speaking into existence all that, 'I am." As Spiritual Leader Echart Tolle noted in this regard, "You are not in the universe, you are the universe, an intrinsic part of it. Ultimately, you are not a person, but a focal point where the universe is becoming conscious of itself. What an amazing miracle...You are here to enable the divine purpose of the universe to unfold. That is how important you are!" And perhaps the greatest exemplification of this is the way that as human beings, we all have the desire to grow, expand, and create, which is the very personification of the true essence of the universe.
Aaron M. WeisPublished 3 years ago in PsycheWhen Was the Last Time You Examined the Cobwebs In Your Mind?
It has been seven months since I published my first piece, Cobweb, a poem about becoming entangled in something or someone.
catchafrisbiePublished 3 years ago in PsycheThe Other Boy
The boy was an only child. Often, he surrendered to the deepest depths of his imagination to not feel so lonely and to escape from reality. The house of his upbringing—broken. Broken like the dishes that mother threw at father because he was gone for hours only to return smelling of booze and cheap perfume. It was no secret to the boy, merely 11 years of age, that he was born by accident. Two kids, now known as mother and father, accidently brought the boy into the world. Knowing he was a mistake and alone, the boy had no other choice but to surrender to his imagination. He would imagine what it was like to have a loving home with two older brothers and a younger sister. He would imagine large plates of spaghetti shared at a table big enough to seat his robust sized family. Thunderous laughter filled the air. Plates smashing, mother yelling. Back to reality. The boy could only escape for so long. This night was different—he couldn’t take it anymore. His grandmother’s painting of frozen lake with a happy mother and father ice skating landed abruptly by his feet. Smash. Foot through painting.
Joshua SmoakPublished 3 years ago in PsycheWhy do we not normalize male emotions?
I recently was going through my Facebook posts for some reason I decided to go back in time and just start deleting posts that were random. I started deleting posts where I was checking in to movie theaters letting people know what movies I was watching. I started deleting posts that were just angry outbursts of frustration. I believe in my early years I used my Facebook as free therapy to vent my feelings.
Jason DilanPublished 3 years ago in PsycheHues of the World to the Heart's Eyes
Through my eyes I see a world without colors while my soul sees a world with a million hues Have you ever been stuck for long years with a SAD person?
Eleanore BlackPublished 3 years ago in PsycheTo make a flower live.
It doesn't seem like it would be that hard to make a flower live. To keep it from dying. The steps are simple. Water, but not to much, about two to three times a week. Keep it in sunlight, also a moderate amount. Too much or not enough of anything, especially the things that keep us alive, can end up terrible. However, a flower is nice and simple. Water and food.
sidney kingPublished 3 years ago in Psyche