People with mental illness represent one of the most deeply stigmatized groups in our culture. Learn more about it here.
My journey to healing
For a little bit of background, I come from a family of migrants. Parents who came from Europe to provide a better life for their kids. Parents who were not shown love and affection, because back in their time that wasn’t the main focus when raising children. The focus was making sure they were taken care of, fed and alive. In their time, mental health didn’t exist. “You’re depressed? Go do something you’re just lazy!” My parents never asked me about my day at school, never asked me how I was doing and damn sure never paid attention to my deteriorating mental health as a teen. They only viewed my actions and outbursts over the years, as me being crazy. Never did they once think there was an underlying problem, they didn’t consider intervention nor did they attempt to educate themselves on what the issue may be. But that’s a lot of deflecting on my part and a lot of “they” statements. Solely mentioned to exaggerate the delayed diagnoses. There were years of suffering and many failed attempts that could have been avoided, had my mental health been cared for like my physical health was.
Vivacious Characters and Toxic Masculinity
She started with a smile and a compliment. This was the first time a vivacious woman even acknowledged his presence, queuing an immediate attraction for said woman.
The Dark Side of the Writer's Mind
On April 18th, 1941, the body of a woman was found floating lifelessly in the Ouse River in Sussex England. The woman — later identified by her husband as famed author Virginia Woolf — was 59 years of age when she took her life. Eventually shared was a note left behind, which painted the picture of an artist exhausted from her struggle with mental illness, seemingly swallowed whole by the very mind that proved to be so prolific in writing.
Anger Is My Favorite Emotion
I have always had a difficult time managing my emotions, especially anger. Through years of therapy, it has remained my targeted emotion. And even when I feel that I have it under wraps, it still seems to burst out at unexpected times.
Recently, a post from an acquaintance of mine had been prodding and nagging at me. The post had been intended as a compliment to her young child, but something about it made me more restless than compliments made by others. The post began with "Life with my Neurodivergent child and his amazing mind..." Something about this statement is presumed to be more educated than others simply by the word choice "neurodivergent." She went on to brag about how easily and creatively he made up a story, which I give her credit regarding. Still, somehow, I found the statement unfair. As much credit as it gave to her child, it still felt like a slight. Perhaps it was my erroneous perception, but nonetheless it inspired something in me to write.
A Cry for Help
Trigger warning: suicide "Alright and what issues are you seeking counseling for?" "I...I don't want to be alive anymore." I feel my body heat up as I finally say the words I've held back for months. I can hear the weight of my admission travel through the phone and land on the intake screener's desk.
In the World we know as it is, there is a thing called mental illness. It is something that has been known to people as far back as Ancient China and Greece. Even more or less therapeutic methods has been available to treat mental illness. However, it wasn't until 1883 when mental illness had been properly recorded and diagnosed.
Op-Ed: A Third Culture Kid in Pursuit of Clinical Psychology and Three Themes in Chinese Mental Health Research
As a British-born Chinese girl, the idea of entering Psychology as a profession was something that I never considered. However, when I was in secondary school Psychology, it was something I thought about. My family didn't discuss emotions or have discussions about mental health. My parents weren't particularly strict about my academic pursuits. However, I recall having conversations with them about whether I wanted to go into medicine or law. My parents were influenced by my older brother, who studied Psychology. Psychology is a stable and rewarding career. They have been supportive of my desire to become a Clinical Psychoologist.
ADHD Ask: Why Do You Make ‘Nests’ Around the House With Your Stuff?
I was tempted to use a photo of my own workspace for this article, but honestly, I was too embarrassed. Although I have an ‘office room’ with a desk, I move about the house to different places, like some sort of house-nomad (homad?).
The Closing Wind
Lying up, staring at the ceiling, thinking, longing. Surrounding him only darkness with the small light that shone from his phone’s screen. Calm music filled the room and surrounded what appeared to be, at first glance, a statue. Motionless, expressionless. Looking closer and closer, two spheres appeared to shine like two moons in the glow from his phone. His eyelids, flickering shut from time to time, only to be reopened every so often with a stream running through and from them. Going deeper we see a dark figure, towering over him, consuming him, becoming him. He gathers enough energy to start to rise from his bed, the figure still looming over him, surrounding him. He goes downstairs, puts on a coat, and leaves. That evening 3 moons could be seen, the one in the sky, and the two eyes, sparkling in the moonlight.
7 Things You Won't Believe Introverts Are Better At
There are many misconceptions about introverts. People often believe that we are unable to socialize, that we do not like to leave our home or that we cry easily.
?!! Paranoia !?
Recently, I came home from my Mother's house via public transport for which I used a bus pass. Later that day I couldn't locate my pass anywhere. I expressed my concerns to both my spouse and my mother. My spouse suggested I had maybe left it at hers. She suggested maybe it was still in my bag or somewhere on my person. I just had a gut feeling that I had lost it on the way home. Both of them dismissed my thoughts and said "Don't be paranoid, absolutely no chance have you lost it outside. It will turn up." without any authority at all.