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Why Troubled Children Have an Increased Trauma In Society
As a former "troubled child" I learned two things normal communication even in the 90s was difficult for me. One, I learned no one listens. Two, if I have a meltdown I will be restrained. Most troubled children like myself when restrained by professionals who wouldn't listen to me traumatized me enough but being able to not move embraced with a professional gripping my hands. That was beyond traumatizing. I didn't know this was still a common practice until I overheard one of my peers who is a major in Psychology interning at some nonprofit agency that's similar to the 90s verse of Latch Key.
Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)Published 4 months ago in Psyche - Content Warning
Little Blue Pills
The bottle is filled to the brim - 90 pills for 90 days. The capsules crowd together like a field of tiny blue flowers, overlapping, blending together. “So it’s finally come to this,” I think, extracting a single capsule and letting out a deep exhalation before swallowing it down. It strikes me as fitting that the oldest SSRI is a lovely shade of bright blue. Taking blue pills to kill my blues. It oughta be a country song.
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Vanishing Trails: Mysterious Disappearances in National Parks
Is it possible for someone to completely disappear off the face of the Earth, leaving no clue to their fate? Or go missing for days, unable to remember what has happened to them? Worse still, meet their death in bizarre circumstances with no plausible explanation? In this exploration, we delve into 10 cases where individuals ventured into national parks and never returned, echoing David Paulides' belief that these cases and hundreds like them are unusual and mysterious. With the lack of any other explanation, one must ponder: Is there something about national parks and other forested areas around the world that pose an unknown but sinister danger to us all?
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I don't want to kill you
There's an unknown hand in the darkness. That's it, I can't describe it to you. It's just a hand, that's unknown and it's in darkness. All I can really tell you about this hand is that it seems very passionate about my stomach. As if there's a surprise hiding beneath me like it's ready to open a jack in a box. I wonder why this unknown hand likes my stomach so much. I like that name, unknown hand.
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My Mother's Secret
I want to make it clear that I do not consent to this story being shared anywhere else. However, I will share my personal experience. When I was 17 years old, I became pregnant with my son. At that time, my family was going through a difficult period. My mother was struggling with depression and disconnected from her husband and our family. She became addicted to the computer, leaving me, as a pregnant teenager, to take care of my younger brother.
RealRedFoxPublished 4 months ago in Psyche - Content Warning
Pharmaceutical and supplement journey
Get on those antidepressants, kid! I started pharmaceutical medications in 2020 (and no, not COVID-19 related) to ease some delirious symptoms churning inside my head. My biggest regret was research - specifically, a lack of it on my end.
Kalina BethanyPublished 5 months ago in Psyche - Content Warning
I Feel Powerless
Rough morning, already wake up to my husband calling me I was happy about that. I know it has nothing to do with me per say. I wish there were laws with countries that protected others. Unfortunately, that's not how the world works. My toxic mother-in-law has crossed the line many times. Involving me and my husband, I never had a choice the way she fights is like a cobra with psychological warfare. I never know when she will strike, I wish I had a cigarette this morning. She has stolen my husband's money, she has stole what little found he has to find my nephew instead of walking her fucking lazy ass to the story because taking my husband's food is more I don't know demented. I don't have a choice it's not like my mother no Petra Aurelien is relentless. There are rats in the house, garbage around the outside and food set in the open. I wish my husband would just report her to the cops and she would be sent to Jail and my father in law walks around the house in front of my husband traumatizing him further he is naked. When I was there thankfully, he never did that, but there attitudes have changed to show there true colours. What's worse is I've not seen my husband in a year and I get to witness all this shit and not have a say on my husband's safety. Do you know how it feels I can't do anything about this. I'm tired of seeing him suffer no one deserves this. With each passing day, my husband sinks deeper into depression and the only thing protecting him is God. My worst fear is what if these people take things to far and he can't take it no more and tries to take his own life. I want justice for everything they did to him thus far I want justice so bad I crave it. I will not lose my husband anymore; I wish there was a way to report these crimes even though I'm all the way here.
Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)Published 5 months ago in Psyche - Content Warning
How I Got Through College with IBS and Gerd
*There are moments that might be considered too much information (TMI) for some readers. There was a backstory about an eating disorder (which I do not encourage).* I’m not a doctor or a professional. If you are experiencing symptoms, please see a medical professional. I'm not here to promote anything. I’m sharing my experiences and some tips that may help others get through college.
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How to Relight the Fire in Your Eyes That Died So Long Ago
I lived most of my life suffering I do not know how to live with out it. The light went out in my eyes a long time ago. My family and friends asks me how I’m doing and they let me lie. I really don’t want to talk about it. I can pretend to be “normal”. being out kind of makes me feel like i’m drowning. Maybe I should have opened up before it all got too much. I have been here before I should have remembered the outcomes. When things were really bad, when I was younger I would never want to be alone. I was scared of what could happen if I was by myself. Now I like the quiet. When I’m not in the right head space I will cut people out of my life. I started to like it. I didn’t have to pretend anymore. The people I love know when I’m not feeling the best now because of it. I’m not sure which is better.
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What it's Like to Live with Bipolar Disorder
I am definitely over simplifying this but that because it is meant to share my story, not really educate on the disorder as a whole. Bipolar disorder is a mood disorder characterized by very high highs and very low lows. There are two main types, bipolar type one and bipolar type two. What you have is characterized by how long it lasts and your symptoms.
Rene PetersPublished 5 months ago in Psyche - Content Warning
Responding to Perceived Threats
The image above will make sense if you read the article, even the beginning. * * * Most people have heard of the "fight or flight" response which is cause by the sympathetic nervous system. This is the opposite of the "rest and digest" response caused by the parasympathetic nervous system. What many people don't seem to be aware of is that "fight or flight" has been turned into "fight, flight, freeze, or fawn." I'm going to go slightly in depth about each of these with any resources linked at the bottom.
Rene PetersPublished 5 months ago in Psyche - Content Warning
On Being in Love With an Addict
We made sense together. The downfall of our relationship wasn’t the drugs. It was how the drugs made him act. Our relationship was always complicated, drinking and drugs didn’t help anything. We both had crappy childhoods. We understood each other. I understood why he did the things he did. I tried saving him but I knew it wasn’t going to work. He was going to have to want to get help but I couldn’t keep watching him harm himself. It took me a long time to get over that guilt. I have a lot of regret about how I left the relationship. For a long time I blamed myself. I thought that nothing I do is going to make him get sober. I didn’t understand that it needs to be more than me. He needed to admit that he needs help. I wish being in love was enough. I wish it counted for anything at all. We were both just kids who were forced to grow up quickly.