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Stories in Psyche that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
You Did Not Turn Out Fine
When I was a kid, my sister and I would spend our free time doing normal kid things like playing with dolls or watching tv when our mother would walk into our room and glare at us. Nose upturned, lips pursed in disapproval. My sister and I would immediately sit at attention wondering what we were doing that was so wrong while our mom would go into her room and grab one of my dad’s belts.
Olivia BarkerPublished 2 years ago in PsycheSaying Goodbye to the Blues
I woke up this morning knowing my depression had come for a visit. I should have known it was coming. I haven't been able to sleep very well the past few days, but I chalked it up to my creative mind going on overdrive recently. It took me five days to finish a 348 page book when it would have normally took me five hours. My motivation has been dwindling, yes, there were many subtle signs my depression was coming to a head.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 2 months ago in PsycheHidden Costs and Lasting Shame of Financial Abuse
I’ve always been responsible with my money. I have a job that pays decently, although (like many in our inflated economy) I should definitely be making more for what I do. I regularly check my credit score. I don’t eat out much, nor do I spend frivolously on non-essentials.
Veronica WrenPublished 21 days ago in PsycheMy Skin Hurts
You know what goes with madness? Mania. I've been having trouble coming up with something to write on the theme of "madness" all month. Up until a few hours ago I was pretty determined to write a fiction piece about having fever. Then, in the afternoon, someone brought up a few mental health conditions that we both experience to some degree.
Rebekah ConardPublished 28 days ago in PsycheTrauma, 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 about a month 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 2 months 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 2 months 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 2 months 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 3 months 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 3 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 4 months ago in Psyche