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Stories in Psyche that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
A Flock of Questions
It always occurred when least expected. As the moon stalked me home on late car rides. When I sat under my favorite tree contemplating the cracks in the ground caused by the months of drought. While I bent down to tie my shoe.
Daniela AlejandraPublished a day ago in Psyche
Voices in my head.
"Hello." Whose voice was that? I'm the only one in this room, just me, myself and my thoughts. "Hello.." I abruptly open my eyes, waiting for the next word to be said to confirm there is someone else here....
Farewell to the Houseguest
for Æ...go deo, and for anyone who needs to read it. What a simple wee ruse, just to lay down the tools, I had clutched in my Hands,
Conor DarrallPublished 6 days ago in Psyche
Anxiety
Am I the embodiment of fears and insecurities? Are my actions and inactions solely based on beliefs rooted in my olden days?
Andie EmersonPublished 6 days ago in PsycheMiddle Weather Days.
This is it. The weather I’ve been waiting for. Yesterday, in Austin, Texas, we didn’t see the sun. Today was sunny and 80 degrees, but yesterday- sigh- was gray and cloudy and just the right amount of drizzly all day and the kind of weather that just makes me feel so soft. The heat makes me sad and angry. The sunshine makes me feel like I should do something productive even if I don’t want to. But on days like yesterday, on glorious, sprinkling days full of gray, the weather demands nothing of me. It is middle weather. It makes me feel like the only thing I have to do is snuggle or drink warm beverages or stroll or watch movies, or really just do anything I feel like doing, and it’s the only weather that makes me feel this way, and thus, it is my favorite weather.
Morgan LongfordPublished 16 days ago in PsycheI'm Terrible at Titles Because of ADHD
An idea. A whisper of a thought. A brief spark of inspiration—and then it's gone and whatever grabbed my attention takes over completely and I'm left at a loss, trying to figure out what it was that I had wanted to do before my brain so rudely hit the reset button on itself.
MissieKatjiePublished 21 days ago in PsycheIn The End
At the End, I will be alone. I don't know if I believe in an afterlife, or whatever God or Gods or Higher Power holds judgement over who goes where. If they do exist, I will face them alone. I will be beautiful in my scars, shielded and weighed by my actions and inactions, but I will be alone.
Natasja RosePublished about a month ago in Psyche
Chaos
I’ll tattoo my sleeve with toxicity, and suffocate on what’s meant to be. To tomorrow, As hard as we try to escape tomorrow, it comes like a slap in the face.
Aathavi ThangesPublished 2 months ago in PsycheA Side Effect of Overthinking That Nobody Tells You About
At 17-months old, I got diagnosed as an overthinker. No, really. Less than a year and half old, and I was already talking the talk, but I was too afraid to walk the walk without carrying my baby activity bouncer with me.
My Surprise
I was fourteen that summer, and it had been five years since I had last seen him. Meeting with him again had not been my idea, but my grandmother's. She had planned it as her little "surprise." But it hadn't seemed like such a good one at the time. In fact, the whole scenario had struck me with such discord, that even now, some fifty years later, I care very little for surprises. They are to me, just neatly wrapped packages of deceit bestowed upon the unwilling. They are the gift bearer's way of manipulating or controlling the receiver. In short, I do not trust surprises!
Shirley BelkPublished 2 months ago in PsycheMy Experience in the Airport as a Sunflower Lanyard Wearer
A sunflower lanyard indicates in a subtle way that the wearer has an invisible disability, something that is unseen, for example, autism, anxiety, or in my case, schizophrenia. When the opportunity arose for me to go to New York, I was immediately concerned about how I would handle the travel aspect of it, specifically the airports. Airports had always made me feel stressed and nervous but the biggest difference in this trip is that I would be taking it alone. I wasn’t sure this was even something I was capable of.
Gillian CorsiattoPublished 3 months ago in PsycheIf They Wanted to Apologize, They Would
In terms of closure, there are few things more powerful than an apology. Giving an apology after making the wrong choice is a healing balm. It lets the other person know that you feel remorse, but more than that it’s a promise. A promise to change behavior. A promise to be better, kinder, more compassionate or understanding the next time.
E.B. JohnsonPublished 3 months ago in Psyche
