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Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.

Mental Health Awareness
To begin, how did I realize I had a mental illness? To start, I was fourteen years old and my parents started to notice some differences in my behavior and the way I was interacting with others. They weren't shocked though which was surprising. Having a mental illness was completely new to me and I had no idea what it meant. I started to feel emotions i.e more sadness, excessive aggression, and hopelessness. I felt like I was lost and empty. I didn't know what to do with myself. I was completely disguised of my real true identity. I first thought to myself "Why me?, this couldn't happen to me does this mean i'm not normal? "My first signs of my behavior differences are : noncompliance with parents then it turned into jobs and school. The second I was not keeping up with daily hygiene routines and lastly was being isolated in my room by choice. These all affected my daily living.
By hunter ruchelle5 years ago in Psyche
When You're 34 And Still Don't Pay Income Taxes
I just turned 34 years old a couple of weeks ago. Something about 34 hit me differently than the three 30 something years prior. I felt as though I had cross over into a threshold of being an adult that could no longer be anything but an adult.
By Todd Schultz5 years ago in Psyche
Mary Rose
One particularly stagnant and gloomy night, I laid dormant in bed, cradled and hugged by my indigo weighted blanket and I asked myself “what is it that I need to know to move forward in life?”
By Paige Shears5 years ago in Psyche
Human Trafficking Survival 101
Eve Davis 42m · Shared with Public ____________________________________________________ “It’s just so unbelievable” ….
By Evangeline Davis5 years ago in Psyche
I am the face of Fear and Beauty
I am ugly. At least that is what my inner critic tells me as she rips my every fiber apart with her judgmental wrath, no inhibitions, no filtration or sugar coating to soften the sharp crisp unforgiving taste of self hatred and disgust. As a young girl learning her place in this visual world only thru the comparison of herself next to the role model images of what society expects her to become, i could only see the two pictures held up next to one another as a list of differences. She is slender. I am not. She is bronzed. I am not. Her lips are plumped to kissable perfection. Mine are thin, barely thick enough for birds to perch upon as a last resort, only to give their tired wings a rest.
By Yelli5 years ago in Psyche
It's fine to break
I would like to tell a story. This is something that I have been struggling with for a very long time. I am not okay. Here is why.
By Samuel Moore5 years ago in Psyche
Chapter Nine - Sertamean
I hazily awaken from my constantly-interrupted slumber (every hour, on the hour, with a blazing hot torch shining in on my face to ensure that I am alive). It has now gotten to the point where I am getting very cranky – but not about anything to do with me.
By Ru Delacovias6 years ago in Psyche
Chapter Eight - 'Blewbs
Michael sits in the therapy garden, dimly lit by the city lights in the background, a green canvas bag packed to the brim beside him.
By Ru Delacovias6 years ago in Psyche
Chapter Seven - I Started Zoloft Today
I am so sensitive to medication changes. Vomiting, nausea, derealisation, headaches, physical pain…each and every time a new scored pill enters my bloodstream, it is hell for weeks. I try to remind myself that the hell will end, or at least moderately subside. I swallow my tablets, and, as the nurse goes to take away both medication and drinking cups, I stop her in her tracks.
By Ru Delacovias6 years ago in Psyche
Chapter Five: Hugs, Drugs & Mafia Thugs
There’s not a whole lot to do here aside from wander around the 2 floors. I spend most of my time in bed, in the garden with Lisa or in the elevator.
By Ru Delacovias6 years ago in Psyche
Chapter Four: Hospital Mum
Lucky is not a word I would usually use when in a psychiatric ward, but I really did hit the fucking jackpot with my new room mate. Lisa, a 40-something year old Mother of 3. Suicide attempt. Kidneys in a horrible state from said attempt.
By Ru Delacovias6 years ago in Psyche
Chapter Three: The Princess & The Flea
I walk silently towards my “cell”, squinting at the hideously yellow fluorescent lighting. I hear 3 abrupt knocks before my soon-to-be favourite nurse enters.
By Ru Delacovias6 years ago in Psyche