trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Suffocated
*Content Warning topics like Sexual Assault are talked about in this story* It is easy to get wrapped up in good looks and niceness. By doing so, you don’t see the red flags that pop up like bread in a toaster. I should have seen them sooner and left. Instead, I got wrapped up in his chocolate brown eyes, silky soft hair, and prince charming smile. I almost hate myself for how attracted I was to him. He was nice to me, and now because of him,I can’t be fooled by every nice person that walks into my life.
Sami GeigerPublished 3 years ago in PsycheSocial Bullying
My most embarrassing story is an on going one and finding the place to start is tad complicated. My story involves, mental illness, drug addiction, internet bullying and stalking. Online I am simply known as Q. Maybe you know of me, or maybe you don't, either way I figured it was my turn to share my half of the story and the embarrassment that it has caused not only me , but my family as well. This is a story I have yet to say out load, let alone to a bunch of strangers.
Paige WallsPublished 3 years ago in PsycheLast Swim
The man walked slowly and carefully into the water. He felt the waves slap leisurely at his feet. Then his calves. Then his thighs, groin, and stomach. When the water got to his shoulders, the man ducked his head beneath the waves and immersed his entire body in the salty water. It was very cold and there was a strong undercurrent which would like to pull him down if he let it. He didn’t.
Rollin JewettPublished 3 years ago in PsycheWaiting for MAID or a drastic change
My decision to seek medical assistance in dying (MAID) is not one that I made hastily or lightly. It has been years of trying to fix myself, but I only seem to be getting worse. This is something that I do not want, but I feel needs to be done. Unless something can drastically change for the better from now until 2023, I do not see a great future for myself. It is one of loneliness and health struggles. My quality of life is only declining. I will still give life a chance until then, however doing this over 30 years now and it only hurts more. I do not see change happening.
The Bastard JackPublished 3 years ago in PsycheI'm a strong woman, right? So how did I end up here?
I was never really blind-sided. I didn’t just wake up one random brisk frosty morning in the middle of winter in a completely different world. A painful world. A toxic world. A violent world. Days of chaos and manipulation. Manic highs and frightening lows. A heart full of despair, loneliness, love and hate. A constant cycle of revenge and forgiveness that spiralled into a reality I no longer recognised as factual. A thousand different emotions fused together as one unimaginable weight crushing my chest. My mind spinning, overthinking, seeking solutions as it desperately tries to fight the emotions in my heart to find a way out of this mess. But my mind knows. It’s always known.
Jodi NicolePublished 3 years ago in PsycheSaving people from a burning house in Mexico: My own baptism of fire
Dangerous, deadly situations have a special power of slowing time down. They bend time in the most mysterious ways, really. How else to explain how after, the situation drags on so that weeks later you're still experiencing it as if it were happening right now.
Celesdina DeviPublished 3 years ago in PsycheGood Nor Evil
(DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction and has no correlation to any real people or events. Any placement of the following content into a nonfiction universe defeats the purpose of creativity. This is not meant to be a glorification or romanticism of mental health issues, nor will I ever do such. If you are struggling with thoughts of hurting yourself or anyone else please call 800-273-8255)
Perception
She whispers secret words as she stands on the roof top of the skyrise apartment building she’s lived in for the past two years. The sounds carry away on the wind as it whips around her, but the naked longing in her voice travels on the breeze to wrap around the pedestrians that stand on the sidewalk beneath her. They all still, they all inhale deeply and hold it, unknowingly responding to her call. They are mesmerized by her sorrow, though they can’t name the feeling as it blankets them and holds them captive. Above them, scalding tears leave a rosy trail down the slope of her cheek. She cups her hands together and holds them against the agony in her chest.
Mae JupiterPublished 3 years ago in PsycheDefining child abuse and what it entails
"Child abuser" is a powerful expression and most of us will tiptoe around it before making serious accusations. Abusive parents hurt their children because they don't realize the impact of their actions and don't think of themselves as abusers. Abused children tend to forgive their parents' behaviors because they think the harm is not intended. Child abuse is a difficult issue to tackle because parents and children do not know what it is to begin with. As a result, no solution is brought up to address child abuse and the consequent psychological trauma children face long after they became adults.
Flora SilverPublished 3 years ago in PsycheThe Story of Me:
It's hard to know where to start this story as I have tried to block out a lot of the hate and pain I went through from birth to 5 years old. This first part of a series of my life as it actually happened is about my early childhood the best I can remember it. This first part might jump around but as we get into my adolescence I promise to follow a more timelined approach to my writing.
Ethan SlyderPublished 3 years ago in PsycheThe Rock Collection
“Laura, watch my tables, I’m going to pop out back for a smoke really quick.” I don’t wait to see if she heard me, I know everyone else did so I slipped out the back door by the walk in freezer. When it gets really hot in the kitchen they prop the back door open and hope for a cool breeze to float through past the grills and ovens. I heard the Spanish music playing in the kitchen as I walked past a row of cars to the little island of trees by the dumpsters.
Randi ValtierraPublished 3 years ago in PsycheThank you for Surviving
It wasn't until somewhat recently that I noticed how important a specific person was to me. This person, who certainly presented as a strong woman to most, always seemed pretty weak and useless to me. Looking back on all the years I've known this individual, for the life of me I can't figure out why those thoughts formed, let alone why they stuck so vividly and adamantly in my brain.