humanity

Advocates, icons, influencers, and more. All about humanity.

F*ck Anxiety
Anxiety is one of those things where it invades every seemingly normal part of your life and makes it 100x more complicated. Simple tasks at work turn into emotionally stressful situations, easygoing conversations become laborious and start to agitate you, and climbing a gentle rolling hill becomes a trek over Mount Everest. I've had to deal with my anxiety for a long time, and even when I was dragging myself on all fours up that gentle hill, I refused to ask for help.
By Mikayla Appleby9 years ago in Longevity
Life Crisis When You're Only 26 Years Old
You guys are probably thinking "oh why am I listening to her about her life crisis;" I can tell you now when you read this, or when you have finished you will think "oh damn she's right". So button it shrimpy! Haha joke's on you.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Longevity
Sometimes It's Good to Take a Break.... Top Story - June 2017.
Modern life is so very often dominated by routine and ritual, the little things in life that make the cogs keep turning and make everything seem normal. Without a ritual, routine or pattern in our life, a little comfort nest of the expected, we worry. We panic, we doubt ourselves, and that doubt manifests itself upon those you meet. Your relationships, your family, your friends and the strangers you share a bubble with on the tube or sidewalk all feel it, a difference, a negative difference. A disorder, a frantic unknown that drives you crazy yet you don’t know why. It’s a blank canvas without a starting line or a starting thought.
By Word9 years ago in Longevity
Who Am I? Am I Who I Want To Be?
Who am I? Am I who I want to be? I was only 4 years old when I lost my parents. What I mean by lost is that I was taken from my parents.
By Julianne Collins9 years ago in Longevity
Dear Tummy;
I wish we had a better relationship. I have been trying since I was a teenager to feel better about you but our negative relationship still haunts me every single day. I have tried everything to hide you. Extreme corsets, tummy-slimming undies, control top pantyhose, baggy shirts, those horribly uncomfortable tummy-tucking Lycra shorts thingies that just end up rolling down and creating a weird lump under my clothing... you name it, I've tried it. And still, there you are like a creepy stalker following me everywhere I go.
By Sarah Sparks9 years ago in Longevity
Better Dead Than Fat
As I was growing up, a fat little girl in a family of fat, short women, I always had the feeling that someone was missing. Someone who was supposed to be there and wasn't. I was surrounded by uncles, great uncles, cousins, my brothers, my parents, great aunts, several grandparents and even my great-grandparents. There was an abundance of extended family, but still, somebody was missing.
By Sarah Sparks9 years ago in Longevity
Holding The Hands Of Saints
“You are a crook!!!!” “This is highway robbery!!!” “I’m gonna just pee in the hallway!!!” “I will catch you in the parking lot!!!”
By Isiaha Alejandro9 years ago in Longevity
Why Depression Was my Best Friend
In the very recent past, I realised that depression was possibly my longest standing friend. Not a good friend (so don't immediately shout me down for romanticising my own rubbish mental health, please hear me out).
By Casey Rose9 years ago in Longevity
Just Be You
Growing up is hard and is usually the time when people start to hate themselves. I know I did. Bullies were a big problem for me as they tend to be for many people. Whether you're a kid in school or a adult out in the real world, bullies always seem to know how to hurt you. The things they say day after day start to feel like a poison eating away at you. Slowly you get more and more depressed and your brain tricks you into believing the things they say about you. Your self confidence starts to take a turn for the worse, and eventually you can't even look at your own reflection. You start to hate the color of your hair or the freckles on your face. You start to hate that your thighs touch and all the popular girls have thigh gaps. You start to hate your clothes because someone said they look cheap and trashy.
By Jasmine Quintana9 years ago in Longevity
BiPolar
School was never easy, and not because the information was over my head. School was a problem because there were days, even whole months where opening a book was like plugging it straight into my brain. Information just flowed and I understood without effort. With so little effort, in fact, that I never really learned how to deliberately learn. When I could easily read an instructional manual, turn around, and teach the next person - and they would learn. And then there were months, sometimes years, where I couldn’t learn to save my life. And it might have.
By Casey Parker9 years ago in Longevity
What Am I Supposed to Say?
Hello, I am Cassie and I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I am 25 years old and have been suffering from various mental health issues since I was 13 years old.
By Cassie Penn9 years ago in Longevity
Billie the Bipolar Mess
My name is Billie. I'm 21 and a single mom. But you don't really care about that, do you? You wanna hear about the girl with the problems. How does she survive? What happened to her, well, maybe it was a string of events, who knows? All I know is every day I'm battling with extreme emotions, terrible anxiety, and other things but we'll get to that. I'm not sure when it started exactly. Maybe after my godfather killed himself. Maybe when I was a young child and I was touched by someone I was supposed to be able to trust. It wouldn't be the first time it happened though. I think what really set it off was when my moms boyfriend tried to have sex with me and she found out. Guess what happened. He told her it was my fault. I was coming onto him. Always playing house and flaunting around. She bought it. I was only twelve. That wasn't the end of it though.
By Billie walker9 years ago in Longevity