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Life With Anxiety
"Why is anxiety so bad?" people ask. They don’t understand what life looks like through a person's eyes with anxiety. How every easy daily task can be hell to someone. How just simply waking up in the morning can cause so much anxiety for one person. Anxiety is like a storm in your brain. Or like how the TV gets that black and white static screen and makes that horrible noise; that's what it's like for me. I know it's different for other people and they could explain it in a different way. Anxiety sucks, it really does; it holds me back from doing things in life because I'm so scared of what could happen so I don't go and try, I just stay in my little bubble. I don't go out and try new things because I'm too scared of the change. Change isn't always that bad some of you might think. Put your feet in the shoes of someone who has anxiety. Try to understand how life would look like and feel like.
Michaella WittmannPublished 7 years ago in PsycheDepression
Depression. It's something that more people seem to go through now, more than ever. Have you ever felt depressed? If you have, has anyone shot down the idea that you might actually be depressed, just because you're not showing any classic symptoms (i.e: not being able to get out of bed, and not acting happy)?
Kelsey CadlePublished 7 years ago in PsycheThree Tips to Help with Depression
You're going to have good and bad days, but you have to remember nothing happens overnight. Tip 1: Be Proactive Learn what triggers you to feel depressed, and try to avoid them. Life is hard, and you can't avoid everything that brings you down, but some things you can. On the flip side, learn what helps to get you out of the fog of depression. The next time you feel depressed, when you finally snap out of it, try to remember what helped you.
Ellis stonePublished 7 years ago in PsycheLosing
Over the past few years, I’ve lost some great people that I thought I wouldn’t be able to live without. None of them have died, but I can’t tell if that’s good or bad news seeing as how they left my life of their own volition for whatever reason, and weren’t taken into the depths of the Underworld, land of the dead, to be presided over by Hades himself. The newest additions to this band of “Shimmy deserters,” as I’ve come to know them as, include a great father figure (the closest person I’ve ever had to an actual father) and his son that was practically a brother to me. I was accepted into their family, joining the ranks of the Shipleys with incredible enthusiasm, but like all things that seem to good to be true, my time with them came to an abrupt and heart-breaking end.
Shimmy HunterPublished 7 years ago in PsycheMental Illness As a Scapegoat
The idea of blaming or using another person to absolve oneself of sin is ever present. From the primitive scapegoating of eliminating humans from a tribe in response to a natural disaster or other inexplicable misfortune, to more modern concepts of blaming subordinates for a business mistake, the scapegoating of humans tends to fall on those whom we consider to be weaker or of less importance than ourselves. However, we often practice scapegoating using ultimately unchanging and superior forces. When there is no secondary person to place the responsibility on, we scapegoat by saying that the event was out of our control. This case can be seen throughout history in the form of religion and faith as humans place blame on a god or higher force when things go wrong. However, today many people find a scapegoat in their own mentality.
Amelia Clare WrightPublished 7 years ago in PsycheIts Name is Depression
Drowning in a pit of my own sanity. Trying to overcome the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and defeat, I am begging… pleading with my brain to let me rest, let me sleep. I need a break from life and reality, I know that’s not plausible but it’s so necessary. I am hurting on a deep level. The lifelong wounds to my soul have never healed, never have I been able to conciliate the pain. I don’t know how to live anymore. Do I continue on this path of destruction? Or do I take a step back to allow myself sanctity? Most of us have this preconceived, movie/ tv screen depiction of depression molded firmly into our brains. We see the beautiful girl laying in bed crying and yielding a bucket of ice cream, angrily rejecting all of her friend’s desperate attempts to make her feel better. Or the skinny boy sitting in a room full of his closest friends and family, guarded off in a dulled corner with sad puppy-dog eyes, shooing off everyone who tries to console him with a shrug and a bleak, “I’m okay”.
Just ShadePublished 7 years ago in PsycheNo Room to Complain
We wake up, we make my coffee, we plug in the music and think about how grateful we are to be alive, to have been given the chance to be able to wake. To be able to see, hear, smile, laugh, walk, talk, sing, pet our pets. Say good morning to our parents. Seeing the colors outside. There is so much for us to be grateful for as soon as we wake up. Why do we always catch ourselves complaining about the smallest things that some people don't even have?
Emily BuehnerPublished 7 years ago in PsycheDepression
A painted white face, in a black night, during a thunderstorm, tapping at your bedroom window while the clock glows three in the morning.
Natalie WilcoxenPublished 7 years ago in PsycheDepression for Dummies
Depression — a fucked up way of realizing reality isn't so perfect. Rule #1: (Just for those of you who are really that idiotic) If someone says: "I'm fine"...Yeah. They're not fine.
Mysterious ThoughtsPublished 7 years ago in PsycheForever Began
I am in love with THE most perfectly imperfect human being!! <3 Let me explain that statement. One year ago, I was on dating apps looking for true love. Cheesy line after cheesy line and date after date, I started noticing that it was very difficult for me to make true connections with people that go beyond friendship. I thought... “Man, there must be something wrong with absolutely everyone out there and I am wayyy too picky.” So one morning, I made the decision to close down all my dating apps and be alone for however long it would take for me to find love. In the process of closing down my POF account, I noticed that someone had “liked” my profile. I decided to read this beautiful girl's profile and I just knew I had to message this girl. Her smile had blown me away and so had her eyes. There was just something about her.
Megan gallantPublished 7 years ago in PsycheNaked Depression
Have you ever woken up to it being peacefully quiet? Surrounding yourself with the comforter and just breathing slowly, listening to the air conditioning softly cool the room down. This is what I imagine being dead is like. A soft, comfortable, silent room is what I think heaven consists of. That’s why I think they say “Rest in Peace,” because you’re resting. Recovering from your previous existence as you understand the purpose you used to have. As a 21 year old, I can identify as a depressed/psycho human being. I can identify as an anxiety consumed soul who has been medically diagnosed with depression/anxiety.
Chase MorganPublished 7 years ago in PsycheHope
This is not a fairy tale. There are no happy endings here. Her heart hurts all the time. Not physically, thankfully. However, all she ever feels is pain. She could be perfectly fine one minute and then the next she wants to break down and cry. Perhaps it's the fact that in her heart of hearts she believes she's destined for greatness. Something so powerful and so profound, completely out of the ordinary, and yet her life is nothing of the sorts. She's so far from being anything other than a shut-in that her soul can feel the devastation. She's only 25 and feels as though she's lived a lifetime because of the internal battles she’s faced. Nevertheless, one could argue, she hasn't lived at all.
Alexis FowlerPublished 7 years ago in Psyche