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Stories in Psyche that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Today, I Would Rather Pull the Covers Over My Head
Today I would rather pull the covers over my head and wait out my funk. I don’t know why I woke up feeling this way. There is no clear-cut reason to point at and say,
MaryRose DentonPublished 4 days ago in Psyche
Surfing bipolar. Note #1.
Hello, I’m Varvara. I am a coder, designer, artist, mom, wife, storyteller, surfer, and I have bipolar disorder. One day, I hope to write a book about my experience of going through life with bipolar disorder. In the meantime, I’m starting with a smaller step: writing monthly articles on the connections between surfing and bipolar disorder.
When My Childhood Trauma Makes It Too Hard to Function
Childhood trauma is a very real thing, and for those living with it you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. One moment you’re sitting there totally fine then, BOOM. You’re sucked down a pit of despair and self-loathing and you’re obsessing over all the help you never got, and all the chances that were denied to you by people too selfish to see that you were drowning
E.B. JohnsonPublished about a month ago in Psyche4 Books That Help Ease My Anxiety During Rough Phases
I have been reading books ever since I learned how to read. I started with fairy tales and fantasy fiction, as all children do, and kept branching out to other genres all through my life. Now I read everything under the sun.
Aditi BalajiPublished about a month ago in Psyche
Everything you do prepares you for the next step
When I was an art teacher, I taught an art camp for one week at my local children’s museum. I made a collage as an example for my campers that we didn’t end up using, but I loved it, so I kept it to use in my classes later.
Jen BlalockPublished 2 months ago in Psyche
Not Your Neurotypical Construct
My brain thinks my boss is trying to kill me. Now, comparatively, he’s four feet taller, 200 pounds heavier, a combat veteran, and 23% shrapnel - so he could kill me.
Becky HansenPublished 2 months ago in PsycheA Race Against Addiction
Under the dust and between the cracks, all of my misfortunes are settled into these polished floors. Drenched in passion, held in pursuit, I tell my story with a booze free grin—
The Beauty of Quilling
Quilling is an art form utilizing strips of paper to create designs. Artwork can vary from minimalistic to highly intricate. While at first glance, quilling may seem complicated - with a little patience and practice - anyone can learn this art medium.
Jennifer ParrPublished 2 months ago in PsycheHow to Thrive as a Highly Sensitive Person
Being a highly sensitive person comes with both challenges and perks. The question we need to ask, then, is: How to thrive as a highly sensitive person? The answer is that there are lots of ways to do this! Even better is that most of them are incredibly easy to implement.
Emma Jarek-SimardPublished 2 months ago in PsycheWhat Is Scopophobia And Do I Have It?
We live in an age where attention is income and selfies are the currency. There are entire industries dedicated to the people that love to take pictures of their faces and show them to the world. Just in case the world forgot what they looked like in the last fifteen minutes.
Leonora WatkinsPublished 3 months ago in PsycheUnderstanding All Anger is Self Anger Can Save You from Yourself
At times I have been so angry I've wanted to smash up rooms, destroy chairs and tables, pull down closets and shatter pictures with my fists.
Jamie JacksonPublished 3 months ago in Psyche
Regretting Regretting
My biggest regret is spending so much time regretting. Oh sure I can list oh so many cringeworthy moments. Mishaps with bodily functions. Bra straps showing. Green food in teeth. Colossal errors in people’s names, especially when in front of fifty people I’ve mixed up Mr. Chiang with Mr. Lee, or Ms. Gomez with Ms. Fuentes. All the times I didn’t listen – I thought he was joking when he said the price tag was showing on my hat that I went on to wear for months. All the times I was unintentionally cruel. Or cruel out of my own indecisiveness. All the times I was careless or lazy – why did I wreck that guy’s performance by not learning the words and harmony to the song we were singing together? All the times I laughed too loud and kept repeating the same lame remark. Or did I? Was I just carefree and fun? Oh, the rumination.
Ida VerityPublished 3 months ago in Psyche
