<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Mental Health on rtemis_rho</title><link>https://artemisrho.me/tags/mental-health/</link><description>Recent content in Mental Health on rtemis_rho</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2026 11:09:41 -0400</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://artemisrho.me/tags/mental-health/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Net Negative</title><link>https://artemisrho.me/blog/net-negative/</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2026 11:09:41 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://artemisrho.me/blog/net-negative/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Beep boop. Still alive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m not doing so hot though. I&amp;rsquo;ve been out of the city for three days, away from
my normal environment, and it&amp;rsquo;s starting to really get to me. Last night I was
tormented by visions of all the people I&amp;rsquo;ve &amp;ldquo;abandoned.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I put &amp;ldquo;abandoned&amp;rdquo; in quotes because really, I&amp;rsquo;ve just had a slightly messier
version of what every human being experiences. I get into relationships, they
end badly sometimes, the end. I&amp;rsquo;m not on speaking terms with some of my exes.
Welcome to life.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Consciousness as the Congealed Panopticon</title><link>https://artemisrho.me/blog/consciousness-as-the-congealed-panopticon/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://artemisrho.me/blog/consciousness-as-the-congealed-panopticon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Alright, personal vent time. This one is going to be a little less edited (at
least, I hope it will be).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t know who the fuck I am. I don&amp;rsquo;t know what I stand for, what my beliefs
are, what my values are, what I want. Instead, I have my internal panopticon. I
experience my life as watching a performance of myself. Not as an out of body
experience (although I have had those); but in the sense that when imagining
myself doing something, I picture it in the third person. I experience myself as
&amp;ldquo;the kind of person who would do &lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt;&amp;rdquo;, rather than &amp;ldquo;a person who does &lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt;&amp;rdquo;. I am
the sum of what people around me want me to be, whether they&amp;rsquo;re real or
imaginary, accurate or fabricated. My life is almost entirely performance.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>