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Stories in Psyche that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Trauma, Grief, and Loss
Can we fill in the rest of the frames? Yes. For sure we can add grief and loss. Chronic bereavement is another. Overdose. Suicide. Addiction. More specific abuse; rape, domestic violence, incest, physical and emotional neglect. Or fill in the blanks with your trauma.
Denise E LindquistPublished 6 days ago in PsycheWhen the Demons Come to Play...
Who do you think you're fooling? I know you're here and I know that you were invited although not by me. You follow me through the hallway whilst you and your friends cling to the walls like unwanted spiders. You make no sound but I can feel your heaviness. I reach the door to my and my husband's bedroom and hesitate. The tension in the air is so thick I could cut it with a knife. He lies just behind this door, sleeping as usual. Lately, if he's not sleeping then he's working or drinking or something else entirely. I keep trying to help him but I keep getting the feeling that he may be too far gone. I keep getting this sinking feeling that he likes the darkness. I'm scared he's the one who asked you here.
Lindsey AltomPublished 11 days ago in PsycheMother of 1000 Orphans
When prompted to write about an inspirational woman, Sindhutai Sapkal immediately came to mind. This woman’s story profoundly altered my life for the better. The example she set shifted my psychology in ways I am certain many decades of therapy could not have achieved.
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 15 days ago in PsycheMy Little Valentine
It wasn’t My Funny Valentine. It wasn’t I’m a Little Valentine. Can I find it? No. So I will have more to say before I get to it.
Denise E LindquistPublished about a month ago in PsycheCamouflage
Grief never stops. She simply camouflages herself in different forms, daring you to challenge facing it, day after day. Sometimes sexy and alluring, we all enjoy a moment of self soothing, allowing what feels like release to wash over us-out of us, through tears, wails, cries, steps, stomps, dulled screams into feather fluffed pillows. Shameless, near infantile, reverting back primitively or perhaps to a state of childlike sorrow. Unable to express verbally the issue at hand, and coos and cuddles only go so far for so long. Lets face it, what are we as adults besides big kids playing pretend with our words, and having no one to patiently coddle us when we unexplainably sob.
Hayley MattoPublished about a month ago in PsycheI envy you
You weigh on my chest, capture my breath. I'm held captive in your hold and stripped of all that I know. I'm a helpless, fallen soul beholden to empty hope. I'm lost here, all on my own. I'm lost here, broken to the bone.
Aathavi ThangesPublished 2 months ago in PsycheHow I Got Through College with IBS and Gerd
*There are moments that might be considered too much information (TMI) for some readers. There was a backstory about an eating disorder (which I do not encourage).* I’m not a doctor or a professional. If you are experiencing symptoms, please see a medical professional. I'm not here to promote anything. I’m sharing my experiences and some tips that may help others get through college.
The Genogram
I started working with primarily Native American program participants in 1984, after completing my coursework in community counseling with a concentration in chemical dependency counseling. At first, I interned and then worked at detox.
Denise E LindquistPublished 3 months ago in PsycheVaping and Young People
If you would like to report the illegal selling of vaping products to children and young people under the age of 18 years' old - contact the Trading Standards Agency (UK) on 0808 223 1133, visit their website or use their online form to report the crime.
Annie KapurPublished 3 months ago in PsycheNearly Every Day
"I'm worried," her beaked face studied me, much too close, "worried for what you might do to yourself." "I'd never actually do it." Did I say that too fast?
Jenna SediPublished 3 months ago in PsycheA 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 3 months ago in PsycheVoices 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....