therapy
Focused on the relationship between doctor and patient. Therapy is the process of self-discovery.
What It's Really Like in a Mental Hospital
The media like to portray psychiatric as dark places where only the truly insane dwell. Watch a movie where a character is in a psych hospital and you will most likely see them being given electric shock treatment, restrained, and drugged up to the eyeballs. I spent a week in one of these hospitals when I was struggling with depression and tried to commit suicide. I would like to set the record straight about what really happens when you are admitted to the psych ward.
Jessica PurvisPublished 6 years ago in PsycheHypnotherapy
Growing up was never going to be easy. You see the films, books, and magazine articles on childhood and teenage struggles. Never do you imagine it’s going to be that bad on you. I thought my parents' relationship with one another was normal and my family dynamic was legit. Trouble was always imminent in my family, but I never thought anything of it, I just considered it the norm. These got worse and worse. Constant fights, abuse, alcohol rages, and suicide threats. I began doing the same at 12 turning to cigarettes, alcohol, and sex. I considered it the way forward and to deal with life in general. I had to be a grown-up to control my situation in my family. Suicide attempts became a regular thing for me as did self-harm and alcohol and drug abuse. As I grew up it got worse. Physiological damage was taking its toll and I was at my lowest ever. Then, at the grand age of 15, I started dating am 18-year-old which turned into a five-year abusive relationship. Alcohol and drugs were now my demons and were my only escape. I regularly turned to alcohol as an escape. Leading to arrests, interventions, and hospital emergencies. Then I met a guy who turned it all upside down, I was struck down wholeheartedly with love. He made me better, my anxiety was still out of control and I was a mess but he somehow put a band-aid on my whole life in a messed up way. I was happy, the happiest I'd been since way beyond my teens. I felt loved, wanted, and needed. But nothing could stop my demons and paranoia from creeping up on me. I fucked it up. One year and five months later, I fucked up big time and he couldn’t deal with my damage. My insecurity, my anxiety, my paranoia, and constant no trust. So this was the biggest wake up of all. I turned to hypnotherapy and it was everything and more. I delved deep into my self, I nurtured my unconscious soul. I listened, I resolved, I dug into memories so painful and hurtful, I put them to bed. I talked to little 12-year-old me with a fucked up family. I realized my issues. I have strong trust issues, a 22-year-old would after her father's affairs, hidden secrets, and constant verbal and physical abuse. I’m not where I want to be in life but I’m getting there. I finally have a doctor who listens and has helped. I’ve had a psychiatric assessment, I’ve been put on the right medication and I have the right support professionally. It may take a long time but you will get there. You just have to hold on and hope.
Livvy FoxhallPublished 6 years ago in PsycheI Went to Therapy the Other Day
I saw a therapist for the first time in over a month a few days ago. I had never seen her before and she did not know anything about me when I walked through the door of her office. I am pretty used to starting over with therapists at this point in my life so I knew that I would have to tell a story that I don't know how to tell. I knew I would have to recount which significant things in my life shaped me into the person sitting in the cushioned chair across from her own with her leg shaking 100 miles per hour with anticipation of spilling words out she hasn't yet fully come to terms with.
Nikki RendellPublished 6 years ago in Psyche5 Ways That Therapy Can Help You
Many people think that only those with a mental illness can benefit from therapy. Or that only "crazy" people undergo counseling; but that just isn't true. Anyone, regardless of whether they have mental health problems, can get something out of therapy. Here's why:
Jessica PurvisPublished 6 years ago in PsycheThe Voices in My Head
Sometimes I have some pretty interesting conversations with the voices in my head. No, not audible voices. I’m not that crazy yet. Just thought voices, the kind that everybody has. You know, the little bully in your head going, That was dumb. You shouldn’t have done that. You’re not worth anything. Or the mother always trying to comfort you, saying, “It’s not that big of a deal. At least you tried. It’ll be better next time." Or the ridiculously horny 12 year old girl who won’t shut up about the guy sitting next to you in church when you’re trying to think about Jesus, dammit. Whatever it is for you, we all have those parts of ourselves that don’t quite feel like US. A visitor from the subconscious peeping up to say hello, or maybe a volcano that’s been buried for too long and is ready to burst out and wreak havoc on the life you’ve so painstakingly been building. My therapist taught me about a technique called externalization—you give those voices a name, visualize an appearance for them, and suddenly you see that you can talk back to them, that they don’t have to control your life. I’ve been working on it but it’s been a rough ride. Some of the voices have gotten louder. I’ll be reliving a painful memory, and the bully will come out, shooting his poison darts: No one will ever love you. You’ll never be good enough. You’re broken. It’s as if the emotions roiling around in my heart have decided to package themselves up neatly into words to send to my brain, in simple language so that it can understand. In some ways it’s a relief, hearing those thoughts in actual words, instead of struggling with a vague feeling that something’s not quite right. I know what I’m feeling now, and I know what I’ve been believing. Putting the thoughts into words relieves some of the pain.
Maria Annie MoPublished 6 years ago in PsycheSHUT UP About Mental Health?
There are many topics in this world people refuse to talk about. Why? Well, usually because it is a foreign concept to them. People are afraid of the unknown so if people are not talking about it, they feel it is not happening. This could not be further from the truth. There are MILLIONS of Americans living with mental illness and yet we do not talk about it. The only time mental health is addressed is after a tragic event such as suicide of a celebrity or a mass shooting when guns get the blame first. Why can’t we talk about it? Why are we ignoring it? I will allow this no more. It is time for these conversations to be had and we will start one right now.
Small Traumas (1)
"You don't like that word, trauma, do you?" My therapist looked at me with her unnervingly astute eyes. She had a beaked nose and a no-nonsense attitude that I liked, up to a point at least. I'd missed two days of work due to anxiety and my school had put me in touch with the council therapy service. I got six free sessions.
Harriet ChristabelPublished 6 years ago in PsychePain Words Cannot Express
Pain Words Cannot Express “I’m not hungry,” I would say with conviction as I stared at my dinner plate and felt my stomach grumble. This had become my catchphrase when I was a young teenager, and most of the time, I could get away with it. It was easy to skip breakfast on a school day—I could slip out the front door to catch the bus before anyone else was awake and could monitor my eating. During lunch hour I would lie to my friends and say I snacked on my lunch throughout my classes and was no longer hungry. Dinner by far was the hardest to get around, with both my parents and all four sisters carefully observing my dinner plate. If I was lucky, I could serve up my own food in tiny portions. But when my mom finally suggested to me that I might have anorexia nervosa, I was in denial. I felt there was nothing that could set me free of the trial I was being devoured by, especially since I wouldn’t admit my own weaknesses. That was, at least, until I was introduced to art therapy. Finally, through this process of self-expression, I was directed down a path where I accepted my eating disorder and reached out for the help I so desperately needed. Because of this experience, I have since learned the benefits of using art in recovery, and am a strong advocate of it. Art therapy should be used in every anorexia treatment because it easily connects the patients inner-turmoil to verbal expression. I believe this is an exercise than can benefit anyone struggling with an eating disorder.
Marissa GarnerPublished 6 years ago in PsycheEvery Woman Should Go to Therapy
I had never heard of Adinkra or their symbols and meanings until I got a chance to go to the Museum of African-American History and Culture in Washington D.C. This is not anything that we learn within our institutions of education at any level, at least not at any of the schools that I have attended primary or secondary.
SAYHERNAME Morgan SankofaPublished 6 years ago in PsycheWhat Does a Girl Have to Do to Get Some Therapy Around Here?
After spending a handful of years struggling on and off with painful bouts of clinical depression and PTSD, I decided it was time to go back to seeing a therapist. It wasn't that I was necessarily afraid to talk about my issues, but the issue with depression is that one of the side effects tends to be a lack of motivation, which unfortunately, creates a kind of catch-22 situation (being that you think maybe you should get help for your depression, then your depression keeps you from calling someone and getting help). Alas, after several conversations with myself back and forth, I decide to deal with my problems.
Rachel BeePublished 6 years ago in PsycheMy Experience With On-Campus Mental Health Services
Before I came to university, I never struggled with my mental health. After some of the things that I went through, my parents worried at times if it would affect me later on, if I was burying my emotions and would later explode. But I was fine. I did well in school; I had great friends and a great after-school job; I had a good home life. Things were good. My life was good.
Bipolar Disorders Do Not Need Medication
Disclaimers! I am not a psychiatrist or psychologist, this is simply a topic I'm passionate about. The information stated has been plucked from websites that have been cited within the text.
Rain PaigePublished 6 years ago in Psyche