Practical psychology - magazine to solve all psychological problems

2025-06-01 06:06

In a sense, World War III is in full swing. Countries are fighting for bright minds, because intelligence is the most valuable resource in the modern world. In the old days, they drove away livestock, robbed warehouses, and took prisoners. Today food is plentiful, robots are about to go to work. Society needs those who improve weapons and train neural networks, not collectors of silver and marten skins. It's a matter of well-being and national security

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Depression, a mental illness described by Hippocrates, has become the plague of our time. Relentless statistics indicate that if in the 40s of the XX century, despite all the difficulties and the world war, the frequency of depressions was only 2.5-3% of the total population, then already in the peaceful 60s this number increased to 10 –12% and increases every year

2025-06-01 06:06

My ancestors did not fight on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War. And yet, when on May 9 we remember the feat of the Russian people in this war, I have reason to be proud - my grandfather Ilya Ivanovich Ageev worked permanently in the rear in the small Ural town of Sukhoi Log, Sverdlovsk region, making his contribution to the victory

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Without the most complete knowledge, you will not be able to successfully deploy a spy. Without humanity and justice, you will not be able to Send scouts ahead. Without a correct instinct and an inquiring mind, you will not be able to correctly assess the information you received. Sensitivity! Sensitivity! Sun Tzu Chinese general, 4th century BC e. "Art of War"

2025-06-01 06:06

Once upon a time it was very important for me to recover from an incomprehensible "disease", to answer the question why I feel fear and panic, why do I feel tired and sick, although the disease was not diagnosed?

17-year-old Maksim Mosny, who distinguished himself with success in the famous Russian-Ukrainian TV show "The Smartest", hanged himself on the balcony of his own apartment on a wire from a computer. 18-year-old Sergei Reznichenko - a semifinalist of the same TV game - jumped out the window of the institute hostel, leaving a note at parting: "I am God"

Doctor, I have lost the meaning of life

I'm already fifteen. A little more, and I'll finish school, get a certificate of maturity … Funny people, what do they know about maturity! It seems to me that I was born already an adult. How enraged I am by their attitude towards me as a child! What is the use of their adulthood, experience, authority? Earn to feed and clothe? Make sure that I study well, enter a prestigious university?

The closer the night, the darker the soul. The question of the meaning of life torments, but there is no answer. Depression grins scornfully. The same thoughts are spinning in my head: “Let's start with the very fact of birth, meaningless and merciless. I did not ask to be given birth! I feel innocently sentenced to life imprisonment in my own body! "

Heavy autumn sky, full of rains and the first grains of snow. So low that it seems you can reach it with your hand. And with all my body I feel how it presses on my shoulders. It peers into me, showing on its canvas, like a movie projector, what my life is, a life without a goal, without a route, while even migratory birds have reasons for their migrations

We will regret only two things … That we loved little and traveled little

“I have a strong social phobia. Because of this, I don't work, I don't study. I am 25 years old, and I sit on the neck of my parents, I feel like a complete insignificance … "" I don't even go to the hairdresser, because if the master comes across talkative, I will feel constrained all the time. This is some kind of torture - to communicate with an unfamiliar person, to the extent that it jaws "

I'm a coward. I'm afraid of everything: returning home in the evening through the courtyards, walking past noisy companies, talking to a girl I like - life in general. You can't stand up for yourself or your loved ones. I can't hit a person, even if I need to defend myself. They tell me that I am a rag. Nobody takes me seriously. How to survive in this world? How to get rid of cowardice? At the training of Yuri Burlan "System-vector psychology" you can find a way out of this situation

Once again, the ambulance doctor ended the visit with the comforting phrase “cardiogram is normal” and gave me a Valocordin pill

I strongly dislike my own reflection in the mirror! Hands are constantly striving to improve something - to cover up or draw, pull or cover. Imperceptibly thoughts about plastic surgery crept up. Even, maybe, not one … How to start to like yourself and stop chasing a ghostly ideal? And what makes a person really beautiful in the eyes of others?

It seems to you that you are somehow different. That people will notice this and condemn you, will laugh, point fingers, you will become a laughing stock. Because of this fear, you cannot live a normal life. You are afraid of saying something wrong, doing wrong, dressing for the wrong place, sitting on the wrong chair, making the wrong sandwich

The body bends the burden of past experiences. It is, like a pack of dogs lurking in ambush, just waiting for the best moment to throw, to tear it apart, to destroy the soul completely. The past, so painfully wounded, does not allow me to live. The soul is dressed in armor. The body becomes a powerful impenetrable wall with small loopholes windows in which you look at the world

Nobody needs you! If you leave, you will be alone! Another quarrel. He swore again, sprinkled mud, reveled in her pain. She cried, smearing mascara all over her face. This relationship has long ceased to bring pleasure, joy. There was no smell of love here. Only humiliation, tears and suffering. Friends have long advised her to leave, she endured. But today her patience came to an end

Fortune-telling for love Loves - does not love, spits, and maybe takes and kisses. In childhood, these issues were solved simply. You take a chamomile and you get the answer: he loves. If the first seven daisies do not give the desired answer, then the main thing is not to give up: one of them will end on the right petal. In adulthood, the methods of clarifying the question "does he love?", Of course, have changed, but no one canceled the chamomile

Nudist beaches. In almost every country and on almost every coast, they are a must. It would seem that this strange hobby - walking completely naked among other people, often of a different gender and age - is so popular? It turns out, yes. Why is someone not ashamed to bare their body in front of others, and someone even enjoys it? An interesting look at this phenomenon is given by the System-Vector Psychology of Yuri Burlan

In the late 70s in Great Britain, on the basis of the youth punk movement, the gothic subculture took its origin. She gained massiveness and popularity among fans of gothic music performers, the main idea of which is the chanting of death

Youth is a wonderful time in life. This is a time of discoveries that excite the soul with anticipation and expectations. It seems that there is infinity ahead, and the whole world is at our feet. A world longing to be conquered. And we ourselves, beautiful and energetic, are full of strength and hope for a wonderful future

Are you afraid to communicate with people? When talking with an unfamiliar person, is it difficult for you to answer this or that question? Maybe it's scary to say something stupid, scary what others will think of you? When this happens to us, this is a really serious problem, because it interferes with freely communicating with people and building our own life

You are well aware of the state when, for no reason at all, it begins to darken in the eyes, throws you into chills, and your heart pounds as if it is about to jump out of your chest. You gasp for breath and with the last of your strength you start to gasp for air. It seems that another second - and you will die. This feeling of fear of death further exacerbates panic attacks

All my life I feel that through the loose border between the worlds someone is watching me. Otherworldly beings, invisible, disembodied, ready to incarnate in this world