Saige Whitney
Stories (5/0)
A Slave To My Mind
When I was eight years old there was a voice constantly nagging in the back of my mind, but it wasn’t my voice. It controlled the strangest aspects of my life: where I could set my clothes down, and what and how I would eat . The voice told me what cup to choose from from the cupboard, because all the other cups had poison laced around the rim of the cup as if they were lurking, ready to end my life. The voice demanded me to wash my hands a million times throughout the day. The voice put unrealistic thoughts of my family dying in my head as a result of certain insignificant actions I would perform. For the readers of this paper, you might be frowning in confusion at the possibility that I might have been the weirdest kid to possibly roam this earth; in my brain however, all the thoughts from the voice in the back of my mind seemed perfectly logical. Although my mind convinces me these thoughts are “normal,” when I say it out loud, or even while I’m writing these words on paper, I am able to sort out the logical thoughts from the illogical ones (like what cup to choose from the cupboard). You see, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), is not a logical disorder. As quoted from my wise therapist John, “OCD does not speak logic-keys,” or in other words, a mental disorder riding fully on emotions and anxiety is truly not a good mix for the creativity of the mind.
By Saige Whitney3 years ago in Psyche
The time I was Street Dumb
So there’s the term street smart right? Being aware of your surroundings, being alert, noticing people around you? Then there’s the term I made up on my very own called street dumb. Not being aware of people around you, trusting everyone, failing to read situations correctly. I am guilty of this times 10.
By Saige Whitney3 years ago in Humans
My car being hit
It was my Junior year in high school. I was at McDonald’s for lunch, (we called it McDanks back then) and I was eating some McNugs. I remember walking out to my car, because lunch was over, and me and my friend getting in. It was before I had even twisted the key to my ignition I heard this loud crunching sound in my back bumper.
By Saige Whitney3 years ago in Humans