ptsd
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder; The storm after the storm.
How Social Media Is Rewiring Your Brain Right Now
A few nights ago, I caught myself doing something that felt uncomfortably automatic. I was watching a show I’d eagerly waited all week to see—something with dense dialogue and slow-burn suspense—and less than three minutes in, my hand reached for my phone. Not because the show bored me. Not because I heard a notification. I just… reached. My brain wanted a hit of something faster, something that resolved in seconds rather than minutes. The show was too slow for a mind that had been trained on fast cuts, instant comments, and endless scrolls.
By Kamel Saidani6 months ago in Psyche
The Power Of The Breath
Did you know that you breath is the fastest way to calm down when you are feeling dysregulated? Nobody is immune from stress, regardless of age and we all have one thing in common - we react. How we react to stress is different for everyone, but there is a simple way we can all calm:
By Elizabeth Woods6 months ago in Psyche
The One Who No Longer Absorbs the Bitter. Content Warning.
Please excuse the use of metaphors, symbols, and mythic writing. Please excuse the music I created with my own voice. Please excuse the AI generated metaphorical images of ancient times. Please excuse my filmmaker background. Please excuse my age of 76. Please excuse my abiliyu to want to keep learning which includes AI. Maybe I should crawl back in my 'dark night of the soul' depression. Pease excuse my love for science fiction, art, film, eccentric, and creating too many videos from visions I saw in my dreams. I know the majority of writers on this platform hate AI. So, the stories I create will not be read because you do not believe a 76 year old hippie child could create such nonsense. I do not write for naysayers and anyone who avoids being progessive. I have always been on the cutting edge of technology. I am a REAL LIVE HUMAN BEING.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Psyche
The Witness Staff
The Witness Staff A real soul passed through this The Fantasy That Protects Your Back “If I had the strength today, I’d be rummaging through my closet and drawers, hunting for scraps of ribbon, old beads, forgotten feathers anything to dress my walking stick the way the old stories describe. But my back has already carried too much, and the film still waits unprocessed. So instead, I imagine the decorated staffs of the ancestors: ember wood, wind caller, moon thread sticks glowing in the dark. Mine will come later. For now, the fantasy is enough.” I will decorate my regular walking sticks soon.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Psyche
The House of Two Worlds
The Cinematic Doorway Intro I finished shaping this piece in a quiet room today, letting the story settle into its own rhythm. This is the next chapter in the House of Two Worlds a moment caught between shadow and clarity, where the rooms speak in their own language. I included the long story and the summary of the words placed with music and spoken word. This is a debut to houses divided. There are many different lifestyles. An artist needs a creative environment. However, with rents so damn high everyone cannot live alone to create. Living in a paint bucket of music, art, and film is a struggle with a more conformist individual. Life is short. Life can be real.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Psyche
Surviving a Red-necked Nightmare. Content Warning.
It was the summer of 1984, and I was ten years old. We’d recently moved to Springtown, a rural town at the time outside of Fort Worth. We were city kids who knew barely anything of country life. Soon, each of us would have a crash course to introduce us to the community
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Psyche
Your Dreams Are Warning You 💤
THE DREAM THAT SAVED MY LIFE 🌙 The night before the accident I dreamed about driving on a wet highway and watching a red truck drift across the center line toward me in slow motion, and the dream was so vivid and so specific that when I woke up I could remember the exact stretch of road, the exact color of the truck, the exact moment of impact, and the sensation of spinning that followed, and I dismissed it as anxiety because I had a long drive ahead of me that day and my subconscious was probably just processing my standard driving-related nervousness into narrative form as brains do during REM sleep when they organize daily concerns into dream scenarios 😴
By The Curious Writer7 months ago in Psyche
