recovery
Your illness does not define you. It's your resolve to recover that does.
Altered Mind
The un-battered woman within me was indented onto me when every shreds of my dignity collapsed. Solace of my soul reflected the fractures of my molecular shameful truth of what betrayal truly was. Many times we may have failed and fallen to the concrete ground of cold and hardened truth to the reality of how an altered state of mind signifies. For many years of unshedding and untwining myself, it finally took an earnest turn of no edge when I felt that prickling fear of losing my daughter, Emerson.
By Aiyan Turley6 years ago in Psyche
The Death of My Former Self
I am a survivor, and I'm proud to say that. I started to think about death and suicide when I was in high school. I wondered what it would be like to die—if it would be easier than living. I wasn't old enough to know what I wanted out of life or what life could offer me, but there was enough wrong that I considered ending it all for the unknown. I stood in front of the medicine cabinet when I was 17 and looked at all the bottles of pills, and that's the first time I seriously considered hurting myself.
By Amanda Doyle6 years ago in Psyche
The Dark Night of the Soul
To some, perhaps from the outside of the box looking in, spiritual awakening could look like someone is actually losing their grasp on "reality." The truth is, they are seeing with new eyes that the world around them is overflowing with pain, injustice, separation, and confusion. It is palpable in the air, it can no longer be ignored because the weight of it feels so real on the chest. Then, the mysterious ache that has always lurked deep in the heart becomes apparent...this is the source of that misplaced pain. I am one of the one's here to bring this darkness to light—to join a team of millions (possibly billions) of others like me that want to restore love and harmony on this planet.
By Kristin Wilson6 years ago in Psyche
The Chains of a Disorder
I wouldn't have labelled myself a sufferer of mental health at least two years ago. I had my moments of falls and highs with my disorder, but I've begun a journey of deterioration in that two year's space that has left my mind very battered and detached.
By Mattie Osborne6 years ago in Psyche
Transcendental Meditation and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Approximately 50-66 percent of people suffering from PTSD also struggle with substance abuse. Since drugs increase feelings of relaxation and pleasure, they can seem like an effective coping mechanism for those struggling with PTSD. Unfortunately, for those who battle with drug addiction, the drugs eventually stop working. A person starts to require more and more of the drug to provide the desired effects, then becomes physically dependent on the substance. This dependency often leads to addiction.
By Cassidy Webb6 years ago in Psyche
Goodbye
I was going home right away. At least that what I had allowed myself to believe. I began smiling, so much so that it made my cheeks hurt. That was my first true blue, ear to ear smile since arriving at this facility three days prior. I had walked out of the doctor's office, followed the tech back through the double doors, and into the common room. I walked over to my friends, and I began to cry. The same friend who cried on my shoulder because she couldn’t go home became the same friend whose shoulder I cried on because I could go home. That is true friendship.
By Rachel Bonneval6 years ago in Psyche
Why Should I Heal Everybody?
Healing everybody without setting boundaries is painful for those of us with healing abilities. As a gifted person, I need people to make an appointment. I cannot just heal people without a second thought. I can’t get too busy by the way, I have limitations, and it could take me the rest of my life to get all my degrees since I was busy being an alcoholic in my 20s instead of doing something productive—although I was in junior college getting my two Associates and my Bachelor’s.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez6 years ago in Psyche
Monday
For the first time in my life, I was thankful for it to be Monday! I was guaranteed to see the doctor, and I was hopeful that today was the day I said goodbye to this place, once and for all. I had even created a script in my head of all the right things to say to convince this doctor that I was sane. I walked down the hall, curled up into a ball inside my baggy sweatshirt on the couch as always, and waited to get my vitals done. One after another, my small group of friends made their way to the couch, took their seats next to me, and we talked. We were all running on hope, and high anxiety. All four of us ready to go home, and get out of this place.
By Rachel Bonneval6 years ago in Psyche
What I Learned after Withdrawing from School for a Semester
It was March. I applied for graduation and was ready to order my cap and gown. I was counting down the days until May 18, the day of my commencement ceremony. My parents were excited, my boyfriend was proud, and I was freaking out.
By Megan Clark6 years ago in Psyche
How I Pulled Myself Out Of The Pit That Is Depression
When I was around 15 or 16, I started to self-harm and I developed an eating disorder. I would feel bad just about every day, sometimes for no reason. I began to distance myself from my friends and family, and I felt unloved and unwanted. More days than not, I felt it would be better to just end it all. But despite all of these circumstances, I was able to pull myself out of the hole that is depression, and here's how.
By Kimberly Beier6 years ago in Psyche