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To Whom It May Concern
To Whom It May Concern, (especially if you’re struggling too). Hi, My Name Is Annie, and I’m a Recovering Psycho. Because, you know… I take antipsychotics. So technically, that makes me a recovering psycho. (Yeah, I know, not everyone finds that funny. My mom didn’t laugh. But I did.)
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Psyche
Behavioral Health vs Mental Health:. AI-Generated.
Many people use the terms behavioral health and mental health interchangeably, but there is a clear distinction between the two. Understanding the difference between mental health and behavioral health can lead to more effective care, treatment planning, and better overall outcomes.
By Orange Coast Psychiatryabout a year ago in Psyche
“The Last Voice on Channel 11”
M Mehran Raina stared at the flickering screen in the corner of the attic, its soft blue glow casting ghostly shadows across the cobweb-laced rafters. She hadn’t touched the thing in years. Maybe longer. It was her grandfather’s—left exactly where he’d put it after his last broadcast. Channel 11, Local News. Dead for over a decade. Yet tonight, it whispered. She didn’t mean to be up there. She only wanted to find the box of childhood photos. But as soon as she opened the attic door, a faint hum had pulled her in—like a lullaby sung backward. The screen showed static. Almost. If she squinted, there was a face in the fuzz. “...If anyone can hear me...” The voice was warbled but unmistakable. “Grandpa?” she whispered, heart seizing in her chest. The last time she'd heard his voice was at his funeral, playing from an old clip the station dug up. He had been the evening anchor for thirty years. Reliable. Sharp. The kind of voice that made you believe the world wasn't falling apart, even when it was. After retirement, he never quite settled. He’d still get dressed at 6 PM sharp, straighten his tie in the hallway mirror, and deliver the news to no one but the attic’s dust and shadows. Everyone thought it was eccentricity. Maybe grief, after Grandma passed. Maybe guilt, though no one could say what for. Raina moved closer to the TV. Her fingers tingled as she touched the side. It was warm. “—Tonight’s top story,” the voice on the screen continued, still crackling. “A fire. Unnatural in origin. Beginning in the west, spreading fast. Unseen. Unheard.” She pulled her hand back. This wasn’t a recording. The image sharpened—just a flicker. Enough to see his silhouette. Grandfather, sitting straight behind the old desk, papers in hand. But his eyes… They weren’t looking at the camera. They were looking at her. “You must warn them, Raina.” She gasped. He had said her name. Not in general. To her. Like he knew she was watching. “This fire… it does not burn wood or flesh. It consumes memory. Identity. Entire towns vanish, not in smoke, but in silence. No one recalls they ever existed.” Her hands shook. “You think I’ve gone mad,” the voice softened. “That I died an old man with one foot stuck in the past. But I saw it coming. The erosion. It started with whispers. Forgotten street names. Blank signs. Then, your grandmother...” He closed his eyes. “She vanished one Tuesday. No obituary. No records. Even your mother doesn’t remember she lived.” Raina clutched her chest. That couldn’t be true. Could it? She tried to picture her grandmother’s face. Tried… and failed. Only fog. “This will be my final broadcast,” her grandfather continued. “The fire’s at my door. You are the last voice now, Raina. Speak. Record. Write. Do anything to keep the truth anchored. Because once it’s forgotten…” The screen blipped. Then went black. Raina stood in silence. Outside, the town looked the same. But something itched at her brain. The name of the bakery on 3rd Street—what was it? The barber shop? Her old friend Nina—did she ever exist? She ran downstairs, grabbed her phone, and began to record her own voice. “Today is August 7th. My name is Raina Delmar. This town is called Elmsworth. My grandfather’s name was Martin Delmar. He was a news anchor. My grandmother—her name was—was…” Her breath hitched. She didn’t know. The memory was slipping. But her voice stayed steady. “She mattered. She was real. They were both real. I am real. And I remember.” Somewhere deep inside the TV, a faint buzz returned. The screen glowed, just for a second, and in that moment, she thought she saw her grandfather smile.
By M Mehran about a year ago in Psyche
The Masterful Lie We Tell Ourselves That Prevents Us From Reaching Our Potential. Top Story - August 2025.
As Humans, We are Incredibly Good at Lying to Ourselves. When you look at the Psychophysiology of it, you'll discover that it is a Fascinating Magic Trick that We Play on Our Brain.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Psyche
Am I an Empath or the Opposite? A Brain Dissection in Real Time. Content Warning.
Intellect is something that I indeed lack. And so I feel utterly ashamed. It's like a destructive nature that binds me tightly with my idiocy. It is shameful and I find it exhausting. Not like in a subtle way but from deep within. From the very depths of my core . It is shameful, uncouth, and it, without any doubt completely showcases my involuntary degeneration. I sometimes feel desperate, in need of attention, of attachment, of touch, of guilt, of binding, of love, of torture, of whatever I feel like right now.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Psyche
Reflective/Emotional Story
By Nadeem Shah Dear younger me, You don’t know this yet, but one day you’ll look back and ache for a boy you didn’t protect—yourself.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Psyche
The Stress-Disease Connection: What Nobody’s Telling You
🌪️ Introduction: Stress — The Invisible Epidemic We talk about it casually. We normalize it in memes. We wear it like a badge of honor in our hustle culture.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Psyche
I’m the One Who Never Falls Apart—Until I Did
By Nadeem Shah I’ve always been “the strong one.” You know the type—the person who listens at 2 a.m. when someone needs to vent, who holds space for tears that aren’t their own, who never seems to crack no matter how heavy the storm gets. That was me.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Psyche
Reiki Training
Two hours are not enough time to teach three levels of Reiki. An overview? Yes. We had 17 participants. I attuned 10 participants for level one and 7 for level two. One Reiki Master had co-workers attending the class, and she gave 7 level one attunements, and was going to give most of them level two and three attunements on the job.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Psyche
How I Dodged Knee Surgery—And Walked Pain-Free Again After 12 Weeks
How I Dodged Knee Surgery—And Walked Pain-Free Again After 12 Weeks Written by Raza Iqbal I still remember the way my right knee throbbed every time I tried to climb stairs. The pain was deep, stubborn, and had grown from a nagging discomfort to a full-blown problem that interrupted every part of my daily life. At 49, I wasn't ready to accept that knee surgery might be in my near future. But that’s exactly what the orthopedic specialist suggested: arthroscopic surgery, followed by six months of recovery. I walked out of that clinic both terrified and determined to find another way. Spoiler alert: I did. And today, twelve weeks later, I walk without pain, hike with my son again, and even jog occasionally. Here’s how I got there. Week 1-2: Facing the Diagnosis and Doing My Research After my doctor told me that my knee showed signs of early osteoarthritis and a torn meniscus, I went home and cried. For years I’d prided myself on staying active—walking, biking, gardening. The thought of surgery, and losing my independence even temporarily, was terrifying. So I did what I always do when I’m afraid: I researched. I looked into success rates for knee surgeries, and found that while many people recover well, complications and long recovery times are common. I also discovered countless stories of people who had delayed or even avoided surgery with physical therapy, diet changes, supplements, and alternative treatments. I decided to give myself three months to try a completely natural and non-invasive approach. If I didn’t see any improvement, I’d reconsider surgery. But I wanted to try. Week 3-4: Physical Therapy and the Power of Movement I scheduled a session with a physical therapist who specialized in joint rehab. She told me something I’ll never forget: "Movement is medicine. The right kind of movement can heal." For someone who had been limping and sitting for days, those words gave me hope. We focused on strengthening the muscles around my knee—specifically the quads, hamstrings, and glutes. I started with basic exercises: clamshells, leg lifts, step-ups, and wall sits. Every rep felt difficult. But by the end of Week 4, something changed: I could walk up the stairs without wincing. I began daily stretching routines as well, especially focusing on hamstrings and calves, to relieve pressure on my knee joint. Week 5-6: Nutrition and Supplements After diving deep into the connection between inflammation and joint pain, I started adjusting my diet. I cut out processed sugar, refined carbs, and most dairy. Instead, I filled my plate with anti-inflammatory foods: salmon, leafy greens, turmeric, ginger, blueberries, olive oil, and walnuts. I also started taking supplements: Glucosamine and chondroitin Collagen peptides Turmeric with black pepper extract Omega-3 fish oil
By Moonlit Lettersabout a year ago in Psyche
The Warrior's Problem
We put so much Emphasis on the Idea of a Warrior in Today's World. Having a Warrior's Heart. Their Courage to Stand Up to the Wrongs in the World.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Psyche
The Silence Between Us
By Nadeem Shah It had been 472 days since we last spoke. Not that I was counting—at least, not anymore. In the beginning, I counted everything. The days since the argument. The hours since I thought about calling. The number of messages I typed and never sent. The seconds I stood outside your door that one night… and turned away.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Psyche