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Are You Mental? on Apple Podcasts
12 episodes
Are You Mental? is a podcast about mental health.
There’s a lot more talk about mental health these days – which is great - but so many of us are a little unclear on what each mental health struggle is, what might cause them and what they’re like to live with. What’s happening in the brain when we’re anxious? When someone’s depressed, what are they actually experiencing? Why would an addict keep going back to the very thing that’s ruining their life? This podcast explores these questions and more.
Each episode is about a different mental health struggle. The host, Mick Andrews, speaks to two people who have lived the struggle and an expert who sheds light on what’s going on behind the scenes.
For more info on the show go to areyoumental.com
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Attachment in Relationships
Attachment in Relationships
Is your relationship more hard work than you want it to be? Do you and your partner have more triggers than Texas? Have your past relationships followed a disturbingly similar pattern? Well, it may be to do with your attachment style. In this episode, the very knowledgeable and very eloquent Grace McArthur gives us a brilliant rundown of attachment in relationships, shares vulnerably from her own experience and dishes out tips to escape those dreaded cycles.
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Panic Attacks
Panic Attacks
Panic attacks are terrifying - just ask Caren and Hamish who openly share about their battles with them. And our psychologist, Nettie, is back to give us insight into the mechanics of panic.
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Trauma
Trauma
Trauma can shatter our world and leave us deeply scarred. But it doesn’t have to have the last word. Antonia and Preston bravely share their experience with trauma and how they made it through PTSD. Our psychologist, Nettie, is back to help us understand how trauma and PTSD work and how we can live through them.
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Therapy
Therapy
Why would someone go to therapy? Does it really work? What happens in the therapy room? What type of therapist is best? Mick sits down with a psychologist, a counsellor and a psychotherapist to tackle these questions and more.
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Schizophrenia
Schizophrenia
Schizophrenia can be a scary condition to have. It usually involves hearing voices and often comes with visual hallucinations and delusions that can mess with your idea of reality. We talk to Chloe and Chris about their intense journeys with Schizophrenia and our Psychologist, Nettie, who unpacks what Schizophrenia is and how it works.
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Burnout
Burnout
Hard work is good for you right? Well... it is until it’s not. Mick talks to Olivia and Keith about when they hit shut-down from pushing themselves too far. And our psychologist, Nettie, explains what burnout is and how to avoid it.
Customer Reviews
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Sending love from Colorado.
Such a smart, informative and empathetic host / podcast!
I related to Chloe 100%; it was such a relief to hear I wasn’t alone in this. The best information I’ve received about schizophrenia (or schizo-effective) that I’ve found.
Bipolar
This podcast is one of the most informative and raw I’ve found on various mental health issues. I hope he continues this good work. I found so much validation and understanding and many times while listening thought “yes! That’s exactly what it feels like! They get it!” I especially loved the combination of interviewing people with actual experience living with the illness, and experts diving more into the why and how it works. Such a well rounded podcast that I enjoyed, which is a rarity 💜
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Svetka
Svetka looked longingly in the mirror and sighed. Damn allergies! Nasty midges! The lower part of the pretty face looked like a heavy bulldog's mouth, especially if you turn to the left. Still itches. Fuck! Thank God she works as a nurse and can use a medical mask. At least some bonus. At least some. But it all started so beautifully! I wanted to burst into tears and run to the river to drown.
Shorty. Remembrance №2
Last year Svetlana was forced to take an academy. The internal electrical wiring of the future luminary of operative surgery and topographic anatomy suddenly shorted out, and the light bulb inside the head, bright in all respects, went out with a suspicious stench. In short, Svetka got drunk on her grandmother's pills for pressure and woke up in intensive care as a completely different girl - pale, weak and, it seemed, forever extinguished, a citizen without a past, for whom she cries a madhouse.
- Svetochka, Svetochka, why is that? - for a couple of minutes, her mother, candidate of science, master of sports, queen in life and winner of something there, for whom the suicidal daughter seemed to be some hitherto unseen shame of the family and her personal pedagogical fiasco.
- Nothing! - Svetochka, who was quite recently peace-loving and accommodating, to the point of nausea, hissed angrily in response, shrunk into a ball under a washed-out hospital sheet with a blue stamp in the corner. She turned sharply towards her incredibly annoying parent, “Daughters should be brought up normally! All right, do you hear?
– Yes, we, yes I, – the candidate of pedagogical sciences, crazy from the unexpected impudent attack of her obedient and always polite girl, was completely at a loss for a few seconds, – What are you talking about? Isn't it okay?! Yes, I shoveled so much literature on pedagogy! Yes, you ...
- Daughters must be loved! She read books,” Svetka, who hates the whole world, interrupted her pathetically justifying relative, sternly knitting her whitish eyebrows and staring unfriendly with her sore little eyes, “The sense of your books, only spread rot to me. Do you even know what I want? Have you ever asked?
– Me? Yes, I am,” the mother inhaled noisily, took in a full chest of air and slowly, with a sense of dignity, exhaled. Well, something, but she knew how to put her family in their place, - Hmmm. To be grateful is the destiny of the strong, - she shook her proudly planted head in time with her words full of sacred meaning and, clasping her graceful, well-groomed hands in a mannered manner, as if imitating an aspiring actress in a cheap drama theater, raised her voice almost to a scream. - Have you forgotten already? Forgot? How did you drag a stranger behind a man? Slut. Give you free rein, you would have remained a worthless duck washer, if only to be closer to your married man. Thanks tell me!
- Thank you. Leave.
– Such a bold one? Bold?! Who are you without me? Who are you without a father? - the offended fury dispersed in earnest, covered with purple spots to the very neckline and splashing poisonous snake saliva in all directions, trying to hurt the brat who dared to contradict her as painfully as possible.
- I am a person. Human. It's clear? - Svetka, weakening, losing self-confidence, whispered tiredly, feeling how her inept defense again falls into the pit of self-abasement.
“Human,” the angry mother mimicked her with mockery, intuitively feeling her superiority, and switched to an annihilating, creaking, zombifying whisper, “One is dear to you, dear, one, do you hear? Under the bridge you will go hand in hand, without education, without support! Stupid! I know because of whom you are writhing here sick! Do you think it will come to you? No one but my father and I need it. No one, understand?
A young nurse in a white medical cap inadvertently interrupted another portion of moralizing abuse, ready to recklessly break from the lips of a mother offended by a selfish and ungrateful daughter. A bottle with a clear liquid in the hands of a pretty nurse clearly hinted at the need for another medical procedure.
“Relax, Sveta, you’re in shock,” a violently raging relative instantly pulled herself together a couple of seconds ago, getting up importantly from a crumpled uncomfortable bed and deliberately majestically leaving a paid single ward. Angry at not being able to finish her thought, the woman flashed her beautiful blue eyes disapprovingly towards the mentally ill Svetka and left.
“What a beautiful mother you have, wow,” the good-natured sister whistled admiringly, smiling friendly at the depressed patient with dazzling white teeth.
- Yeah, I hate her! - Svetka's eyelids suddenly turned red in an instant, her cheekbones shook, and her voice trembled treacherously from the steadily approaching attack, - I hate her. Lying, whether-li-hypocritical!!!
- I'd better call a doctor. Now! - the girl in a white coat changed her face and quickly backed away to the exit, fearing another tantrum, without putting a dropper on the crazy patient, - Anton Sergeevich!
A moment later, sorcery that pacifies pride tickled Svetka's shy vein with familiar warmth, overturning the sick, restless soul into the otherworldly realm of eternal peace and unity with all that exists.
Vitalik, where are we going? Memory No.
1When Vitalik came to her last week in the company of an unfamiliar friend, so infinitely dear, but at the same time cold and inaccessible, she, confident that she would definitely hear an apology and an offer to start all over again, did not hesitate for a second, sat down in the car, like the last sucker.
“Let’s take a detour,” a hefty fellow with a square jaw told the driver authoritatively, whom Svetka, fascinated by the charming smile of a handsome guy, initially ignored, and the level of cortisol in her blood jumped noticeably. However, accustomed to trusting her partner without insulting checks, she, as she always did, remained silent.
Heavy trucks rushed past with a frightening roar, the city was left somewhere far behind, and the road became noticeably narrower when the unlucky passenger suddenly remembered that she had not taken any warm clothes with her. What will she do in the woods in a light T-shirt? Feed mosquitoes? And at night? Are they going to the forest? What the heck? The bald back of the head, swaying to the beat of the humming engine, and the thick male neck in the front passenger seat made the girl more and more nervous.
– Where are we going? - she squeaked in fright, shaking with a slight shiver, after about twenty minutes, when the anxiety became oppressively unbearable, and the landscape was completely unfamiliar.
“It's not far,” her lover winked at her smilingly in the rearview mirror, and the anxious girl, trying in vain to relax, fidgeted in her seat like an agitated child.
They've known each other for a little over a year, but he didn't seem to give any reason to doubt himself. Or gave? Yes, Vitaly was pathologically touchy and could flare up with or without reason, but he did not dare to call him a scoundrel. And she, a smart little girl from an intelligent family, could not fall for a criminal, pah-pah-pah. This unexpected, early love, which pulled Svetlana out of an almost five-year-old whirlpool with an adult who is in a permanent state of divorce, a married lover, like a sign of God, showed what she really wants in a relationship with a man, namely: to be the only and truly for her chosen one. valuable. True, Svetkin's value, if you look closely, was expressed for Vitalik exclusively in jealous tantrums, but emotions cannot lie, of course they cannot! There is no jealousy without love!
- Are you afraid? - the passenger, who frightened her to the point of colic in her stomach, suddenly turned to Svetlana and grinned carnivorously, - You are doing the right thing. Here, take a sip, - he handed her a bottle of cheap cognac, which he treated himself to from time to time on the way, - Drink, I say, drink. A soldier will not offend a child.
The girl, terrified to death, whose first thought was to give up alcohol and jump onto the roadside, nevertheless trusted fate and meekly accepted the bottle extended to her with treacherously trembling hands.
“Here, have a bite of candy,” the fellow condescendingly offered Svetlana and handed her a bitten chocolate bar, turning his roughly chiselled face half-turn. A reddish scar all over his cheek made his already ugly face even more sinister, - Otherwise, you will fall down completely.
Outside the window for a good ten minutes, only trees and bushes flashed, and the relatively smooth asphalt was replaced by dry, rumpled alumina, so trying to somehow influence the situation was, most likely, stupid and too late. Trying not to break her teeth on bumps, Svetka carefully brought the foul-smelling bottle to her lips and took one, as large as possible, sip, squeamishly ignoring the snack. After thinking for a moment, she drank a couple more small ones, coughing and almost choking.
- Candy, candy! Here is the youth. To teach you everything, - the clumsy monster laughed in a hoarse bass, to which Vitaly just silently shook his head, expressing with all his arrogant air an extreme degree of disregard for what was happening. He no longer winked at Svetka, which made her realize that there would be no reconciliation.
To die, so with music. The suspicion that the former friend, although he still did not want to believe that Vitalik considers himself the former, intends to offend her, gradually acquired the features of unshakable confidence. Well, so, damn it, in this case it is better to meet the fate of a drunk!
Having driven into the roadside bushes, Vitaly sharply turned the steering wheel to the left and, ignoring the vegetation scratching the car, began to slowly make his way to the clearing illuminated by the sun, alternately accelerating and braking, which made Svetka feel sick.
“We have arrived,” he finally announced in an indifferent tone and turned off the engine, “Now you can have a drink.”
- Are you driving? - the girl timidly squeezed out of herself, watching with horror how a good portion of a strong male drink disappears in Vitalik's dry mouth from alcoholic thirst. She did not like cognac for its bitterness and therefore sincerely did not understand how it was possible to drink it in such greedy sips with practically no snacks.
“Shut her up,” said beloved and dear Vitaly, turning to his friend, nodding in disgust at his friend shocked by the betrayal, “I brought her only for you,” and opened the door. A swarm of small mosquitoes immediately entered the saloon smelling of alcohol, along with the stuffy aroma of herbs. Svetka doomedly pressed her head into her shoulders, not believing her ears.
- Well, what? Did you stomp? - as if nothing had happened, the newly-made sidekick winked at her with a bawdy grin and also opened his door. Fuck, walk, whatever you say.
Neither alive nor dead Svetka crawled out of the car on trembling legs, as if in a fog. Run-run-run, definitely, but ... how and where? The miserable gatehouse with its hospitably open door reminded her of a frightened girl's face with its mouth wide open in a silent scream. The rough male cackle and the piercing female squeal, coming from that side, which has become not at all rosy, of reality, filled the already grief-stricken soul with animal horror.
- Oh, shmarellas! - Vitalik, slightly tipsy, announced in a pleased tone and rushed towards the house, ignoring his companions.
- Well, what are you? Let's go, don't piss! - the crooked-faced fellow grinned almost benevolently and hospitably extended a huge palm with thick fingers like sausages to Svetka, like a gentleman.
“I, I’d like to go to the toilet…,” the girl squeaked shyly, cautiously moving back.
- Get out, - obsequiously spread his hands to the sides, a polite man, - Shit, wherever you want! - and neighed.
- Vitek! someone yelled in an unfamiliar drunken voice, “Come here, look at the milkings!”
- I'm right now, - Svetlana tried to smile, as relaxedly as possible, and trotted to the nearest bushes, looking around fearfully every now and then.
For a few minutes, Vityok, carried away by the milkings waiting for him, was predictably distracted, and the cunning Svetka rushed headlong towards the thickets, skinning her bare legs with dry branches. She almost did not think about what she would do when she reached the country road, because it’s a no brainer that the places are sparsely inhabited, but when she jumped out of the bushes tormenting her body across the dead “Niva”, in desperation she waved her scratched hands to the driver in blind hope. A bearded middle-aged man, apparently a fisherman, had no choice but to slow down.