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Quitting Alcohol Made Me Realize I Don’t Know How To Live
Life is like the ocean, it’s unpredictable, unforgiving, and cannot be controlled. There are also sharks. Trying to control everything in life is like swimming against the tide. A lot of effort is exerted but you get nowhere; just wet, tired, and in pain.
By Patrick Meowler2 years ago in Psyche
Friendship Lost: A Lesson in Betrayal
A Helping Hand It was a cloudy September morning, an obvious sign it would rain. I was dropping my son off at the elementary school and afterward driving to work. I kissed him and promised to pick him up in the afternoon. As I walked towards my car, it began drizzling. Once inside, I noticed a woman struggling to open her vehicle’s window. When suddenly it began raining harder. Without a thought and with my umbrella in hand, I jumped out of my car and walked towards her.
By Debbie's Reflection2 years ago in Psyche
Sleepsitting
Overview Sleepsitting, also known as somnamsedens, is when people sit (or attempt to lie) down while asleep. It's more common in children than adults. Children usually outgrow sleepsitting by the teen years. Sleepsitting that happens once in a while often isn't a serious problem and doesn't need treatment. But sleepsitting that happens a lot may suggest an underlying sleep disorder.
By Everyday Junglist2 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
Start Again
Every day is a challenge for me. Six months ago I lost my job due to downsizing to improve profits for the company. There were no redundancy payments for me or the others, we were sacked for "not doing our jobs" but they wouldn't tell us what we hadn't done.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Psyche
Exploration of the psychological underpinnings of Dark Empaths
Getting Through the Dark: Narcissists vs. Dark Empaths: Understanding, Identifying, and Liberating I have always been fascinated and intrigued by the limitless potential humans hold, which propels us on the path of progression. The odyssey of transforming primitiveness into a touch of modernism is the beauty of the prowess of the human mind. In the vast and complex tapestry that constitutes human relationships, the delicate interplay between these contrasting forces often presents itself as an enigma. Have you ever experienced the captivating yet perplexing dynamics between light and shadow, empathy and narcissism? Within this intricate landscape, dark empaths and narcissists stand out as compelling and enigmatic figures, each characterized by a distinct array of traits and behaviours. On the other hand, susceptible people (HSP), recognized for their deep emotional awareness and sensitivity to the feelings of others, often find themselves traversing the challenging terrain of relationships with these fascinating, yet sometimes troubling, personalities. This journey can be both enlightening and bewildering, as HSPs strive to understand and navigate the emotional landscapes shaped by the contrasting influences of empathy and narcissism.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Psyche
Unlocking the Secrets to Mental Wellness
Unlocking the Secrets to Mental Wellness: Prioritize Your Mind, Transform Your Life!" Introduction Mental health is a cornerstone of our overall well-being, impacting how we think, feel, and act in every aspect of life. Yet, it's often overlooked or misunderstood. In a world full of stress, anxiety, and depression, it’s vital to understand the importance of mental health and take proactive steps to maintain it. The Bible offers wisdom and guidance on how to care for our minds and hearts, reminding us that our mental health is a part of God's plan for our lives. In this article, we’ll explore the importance of mental health, common challenges, and biblical strategies to foster mental wellness.
By Lovanda Meinhard2 years ago in Psyche
How Catcalling Affected Me As A Child. Content Warning.
When I was 12, I got catcalled for the first time. It was almost 100 degrees and I put on a nice outfit to go out with my friend to the market. I wore a simple shirt and shorts, an outfit that I thought was perfectly acceptable, especially considering the weather. I was walking with my friend down the street and a man said "Wow those are big" My friend was younger than me, and she had never heard anyone say something so vulgar before so she was shocked but we kept walking. All the way until we got to the end of the road where we met up with some other girls. Even though she was shocked, she ended up telling the girls we met up with, and everyone had a good laugh about it. I wanted to say I didn't think it was funny and it made me uncomfortable, but I didn't want to spoil their fun. So I kept my mouth shut, and ignored it until I got home.
By Melody Hess2 years ago in Psyche
