humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
The Last Memory
So there I stood, rubbernecking at the idea that the spinning washing machine resembled my embryonic headache. With that reflection in mind, I went for a cold shower, aiming for easy treatment. The antidote lasted as long as the freezing water distracted me from the woodpecker drilling my brains. Not a second more.
By Ricky Lanusse3 years ago in Psyche
Letter to the Editor
Hi, most people know me better as my online alias and pen name: The Schizophrenic Mom. I had no intention of writing this to my hometown paper as I appreciate my anonymity online – and the freedom I have to talk about my disability without fear of retribution. However, part of my goal is to educate people and I see a big education gap in the rural midwest.
By The Schizophrenic Mom3 years ago in Psyche
What Is Breadcrumbing in Relationships?
The term “breadcrumbing” comes from the phrase “breadcrumbs left behind.” In fairy tales, breadcrumbs are used to lead lost people back home. In the same way, a breadcrumber strings along his or her partners with just enough attention to keep them hooked.
By Kate Strong3 years ago in Psyche
We Were Forced To Get Naked in Junior High
One thing about my awkward junior high years I’ll never understand was being forced to shower after class in P.E. At the height of our 6th and 7th-grade insecurity, someone on the school board thought, “Hey. How can we make these kids’ awkwardness any worse? Oh yeah, let’s force them to get naked and shower in front of each other.”
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer3 years ago in Psyche
Saying No When You Have To Prioritize Your Own Needs.
My work and studies have become busier today as I try to reach my career goals, and so has my home life. Life at home can be an endless chore of washing, cleaning, and meeting other people's needs, leaving very little time for my own work.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Psyche
The First Thing I Did To Start Talking About My Feelings
When emotionally illiterate parents raise a heart-on-sleeve daughter Growing up with Asian immigrant parents, I never talked about my feelings. My parents made it clear to me that it was the hard skills that mattered. They were practical people.
By Katharine Chan3 years ago in Psyche
My Self-Care is Taking Care of My Family
“Self-care.” That’s a hot topic here in 2022. I just heard someone say it on a commercial during the Pelicans/Bulls games I’m watching. It’s funny how I get ideas for a new blog simply by hearing a phrase or seeing a commercial.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer3 years ago in Psyche
J'SKAR
I He stared into the toddler’s eyes. It had stopped crying. It looked back at him, eyes wide with shock and wonderment. He scanned its body. It was a tiny, plump male wrapped with light leather blankets. Around its face tissue, a tint of red was concentrated in its nose and ears. It was feeling cold. J’skar felt his tail relax and slowly curl up. He couldn’t help but feel the little human was a part of nature, a part of the green grass, the wind and the trees. It was motherless, too. And he wouldn’t be surprised if it died from frostbite soon. J'skar approximated four hours.
By Nabeel Shah3 years ago in Psyche
Before She Goes
The wind felt like sand grazing her skin as she fell. Down. It didn’t whistle, it roared a deep bass. A terrifying sound. There was a twisted type of beauty to it all, being weightless for a fleeting minute, flying. Yet flying downward ends in collision.
By Jenna Sedi3 years ago in Psyche
