trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
What An Abusive Ex Said About Me.
We all have disagreements in relationships. However, toxic relationships also involve a pattern of abusive rumors; the worst?
Carol TownendPublished a day ago in PsycheCommon Manipulation Tactics
Introduction: In any relationship, both men and women can employ various tactics to influence one another. However, it's crucial to recognize that manipulation isn't exclusive to one gender. Instead of focusing on gender-specific behaviors, let's explore some common tactics that individuals, regardless of gender, may use in relationships.
Bagwasi DennisPublished a day ago in PsycheThe Loss of Identity
Have you ever felt unrecognizable to yourself? Or wondered who that person was that lived life so fearlessly but who is now so cautious and filled with fear and anxiety? I’m here to let you know that you are not alone. Dissociation is a trauma response that manifests in either flight or freeze, and to combat the trauma, the only options are to escape into a new life or a new persona.
Unraveling the Tactics of Johan Liebert
Introduction: In the intricate world of psychology and influence, few characters stand out as master manipulators. One such enigmatic figure is Johan Liebert, whose ability to manipulate others to achieve his desires is both captivating and chilling. While it is crucial to approach such topics responsibly, understanding the tactics employed by characters like Johan can shed light on the subtle nuances of manipulation. In this exploration, we will delve into key strategies inspired by Johan Liebert, emphasizing the need for ethical considerations and responsible use of these insights.
Arnav DixitPublished 3 days ago in Psyche
the bipolar person
The bipolar person was lonely most of the time and alone when they weren’t. Lonely was a symptom of mania; alone belonged to depression. The bipolar person had not felt at ease while alone for many years; they needed music, drugs, or the distraction of friends. For years they had not felt the security that comes from having spent a necessary day of engagement with the world and its people, looking them in the eye many times, laughing and reacting, noticing things of light and color and volume, and thoroughly exhausting themself in full health as a social animal then to return home and expand in the silence of their moderately sized one-bedroom apartment to restore. The bipolar person didn’t live alone anymore. And lately, this restoration was so fraught with overthinking and condemnation that they wondered if they could still do it right. The moderately sized one-bedroom apartment had become a small –– bordering on efficiency –– two-bedroom. The bipolar person shared this small –– bordering on efficiency –– two-bedroom, complete with a murphy hammock and washer/dryer in the [flexion of two upright fingers to indicate the presence of scrutiny] kitchen, with their ex’s best friend. This person quickly became the bipolar person’s friend, muddying the situation further, as the breakup between the bipolar person and their ex soured. The [finger flexion] kitchen had been a sacred place for the three of them - the bipolar person, the ex, and the roommate who happened to be the ex’s best friend. They made the most incredible things in that [f.f.] kitchen. The bipolar person agonized over remembering the meals made and eaten together: the curries, the soups, the sweet potatoes, the risotto, the rice and beans, the miso eggs, the pomegranates, the apples and peanut butter, the skillets, the mochi. Love was shared in the [f.f.] kitchen, and the bipolar person now struggled to fry an egg, let alone prepare a complete meal for themself. There was little to be done for the wave of depression settling over the bipolar person except to wait it out. Medications did not seem like an option for treatment due to the adverse effects of selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs) on their mood. Without fail, SSRIs sent the bipolar person into fits of mania that usually ended with them balled into the fetal position on the end of their bed, in hysterical fits of laughter and tears, and attempting to open their flesh with a knife or a razor or scissors or a stapler or anything they could get their hands on as if the skin itself were diseased and requiring removal. These breaks would come at the end of an extended episode where the bipolar person felt as though tiny spiders had laid large nests of eggs all over their body, and those eggs were beginning to hatch. At times, the sensation was so intense the bipolar person swore they could see as deep as the dermis move; this movement extended from their flesh into the darkened corners of their room so shadows would climb and dance, taunting an inner child still terrified of the dark. This inner child bared itself to the ex and roommate on more than one occasion, and the bipolar person considered death to end the shame. After being so exposed, they felt there was no way to redeem themself in their own eyes. The bipolar person knew well enough at this point that other people would forgive all sorts of behaviors, and even if they wouldn’t, the only thing that mattered was whether or not the bipolar person could forgive themself. The answer was almost always a resounding no, but ultimately death was not an option. So the small –– bordering on efficiency –– two-bedroom apartment complete with murphy hammock and washer/dryer in the [f.f.] kitchen shrank under the weight of self-hate, blame, and resentment.
Sour
Ali and I were the kind of pair that folks described as "meant to be." Our love story was a staple in local gossip circles, our friend were seemingly tired of the PDA, and my constant droning of “my man, my man” . However, beneath the surface of our seemingly idyllic romance, a subtle current of obsession flowed, unseen but palpable.
OxygndrainerPublished 6 days ago in Psyche
Understanding the Complex Tapestry of the Human Mind: Exploring Psychological Facts About the Brain
The complex organ that is the heart of our ideas, feelings, and behaviors is the human brain, a miracle of evolution. It is a work of biological art, directing a complex symphony of neurons and neurotransmitters that results in the experience known as awareness. Exploring the realm of psychological truths about the brain reveals an amazing voyage of discovery that includes emotional complexities, cognitive processes, and the enigmatic depths of human conduct. Through this investigation, we will decipher the mysterious workings of the brain, providing insight into the complex mechanisms that underpin our mental processes, the interplay between nature and nurture, and the plasticity of the mind.
Sabotaged
My head is telling me to write, but there are a million things going through my head right now that've been blocking my ability to write.
Aathavi ThangesPublished 12 days ago in PsycheComprehending and Treating Aggressive Dogs
An All-Inclusive Study of Canine Psychology and Euthanasia Alternatives Dog owners frequently have questions and difficulties regarding their pets' behavior, particularly when it comes to aggression. In this in-depth investigation, we tap into the knowledge of canine behaviorist Angie Woods as she tackles the important query of whether putting an aggressive dog to sleep is the only option. she disputes the widespread belief that euthanasia is the only option in situations involving aggressive dogs. Angie specializes in the rehabilitation of these dogs. She highlights the significance of comprehending the underlying reasons of aggression, the dynamics of the human-dog interaction, and the function of appropriate training and guidance based on her personal experience.
Too Old for Nightmares
At my age, you're not supposed to have nightmares anymore. If you're over 35 and still having nightmares, new research suggests that it's a symptom of early-onset dementia.
Stephanie Van OrmanPublished 13 days ago in Psyche
The Broken Smile
Brown, different shades of boring brown are all around me. The carpet; functional, high traffic proof and two different shades of flecked brown on a lighter brown background. At least one of those other colours has hints of orange, and this colour is reflected in the faux wood panelling covering the lower half of the walls. Yellowish lighting pulls out the orange tones. I wonder if comforting warmth was the effect they were going for, because if it was, I’m not feeling it.
My Battle With Recovery After Eating Disorders: Part One
This is my story about my battle with eating disorders in the past, and how I still fight with food today. This story is going to be written as a series. There is a lot to focus on, and it is painful to write. I felt it would be easier for myself as a writer and for the reader if I wrote it in chunks.
Carol TownendPublished 17 days ago in Psyche
