humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Somato-Emotional Awareness
āAwareness is the greatest agent for change.ā ~ E Tolle Somato-Emotional Awareness Somato-Emtoional Awareness is a form of self-awareness. āSomaā means body and emotional, well hopefully you get that part. Join me for a look at body-emotion awareness and itās importance in healthy development. A few definitions first, so weāre all coming from a common place:
By Katie . ERYT RCYT Craniosacral5 years ago in Psyche
Toxic People
Most people are surrounded by toxic people it could be their Friend's, Family Member's, In-laws, Coworker's, Customer's and almost anyone they come into contact with. The whole world is covered with toxic people that we sometimes don't even realize it till last minute or we just see it happening out in public.
By Catherine Burrell5 years ago in Psyche
The Perfect Bark
My teachers look at me funny when I make weird noises, but my friends, they usually just laugh. Itās funny to them, and they are pretty cool about it ā they donāt make fun of me really, but only get a kick out of it ā like when we are in the middle of a test or something, and then out of nowhere I let out a bark, I mean a loud bark, where everyone turns around to see me and smiles, and then someone starts laughing, and then everyone else gets going. To tell you the truth, it doesnāt bother me at all, and I laugh right along with them most of the time.
By Brandt Ryan5 years ago in Psyche
Nobody Knows the Real Me
Nobody knows the real me and what I feel inside. Nobody knows how many times Iāve sat in my room and cried about the things that I wish never happened. How many times Iāve lost hope because times were getting hard, and my depression was really fighting back and trying to take over. How many times Iāve been let down by people that swore they never would. How many times Iāve felt like I was going to snap because people were really pushing my buttons but donāt because I know thatās not who I am. How many times Iāve had to hold back tears because I didnāt want people I didnāt know to see me cry. How many times Iāve forced myself not to cry when I was sad. How many times Iāve thought that I wasnāt good enough. The bad thoughts that go through my mind and how horrible they are really get to me and nobody knows that. How strong I have to be just to make it through one day. Sometimes being one of the strong ones means that I love beyond all faults. I cry behind closed doors. I fight battles that I never tell anyone about. I keep myself together so no one I love knows that Iām broken. Iām so broken that no one can even fix me.
By Patricia Meredith5 years ago in Psyche
Day 136
"Captain log entry. Early morning. It's been one-hundred and thirty-six days since I've been stranded here. There are others here with me at least two dozen, but none of them are worthy explorers or survivalists as I am. Most of them are tourists who expected an eventful vacation, a break from the grueling monotony of their daily lives. They speak of how this trip was supposed to be rejuvenating and calming. I doubt this is what they expected. After all, neither did I.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Psyche
Mel's Planet
When the astronomers first spotted it in the sky, thousands of lightyears away, they thought that it was some sort of asteroid. No one really knows how or why it suddenly appeared, only that one day there was an empty patch of black space within the view of the Hubble telescope, and the next there was a mysterious celestial body emitting a piercing blue light. It didnāt take long for the scientists to determine that it was racing toward Earth, so they nicknamed it Melās Comet, after the researcher who saw it first.
By Sarah Wernher5 years ago in Psyche
Empty Lives
Everywhere I look I see models. In shop windows, ads online, and as Iām scrolling through Instagram. I see their tan, airbrushed skin, the way their hair falls so perfect, framing their unmarked face. My reflection stares back through the glass and I see the scars from years of acne, a random freckle here and there, the scar in my eyebrow, a dimple that dents my cheek when I smile. I donāt have the bronze, flawless complexion of a model. My skin could be compared to a vampire during the winter and turns flaming red in the summer sun. They donāt have scars or freckles to show that they have done anything but exist in front of a camera.
By Sydney Weaver5 years ago in Psyche
Life...am I Right?
Life is interesting and mysterious. Often times I find myself questioning the reality of it. Is this really how things are happening? Am I really here? Is this nothing but a very vivid dream? Think about what we know about dreams. Not very often do we have control over our dreams. Unsure of what is about to happen. The ending never really known. Life is quite similar in that respect. Sometimes in our everyday lives things happen that seem impossible, miraculous, or unreal. Again, quite similar to dreams. So how are we truly able to know, if the life we are living; our current present. Is something we are actually experiencing?
By Paige Lauscher5 years ago in Psyche
