Psychological
Chills and Sweat
Chills and sweat shouldn’t mix. At least not on a sweltering, mid-July night. It had been almost four years since we’d heard his voice, almost four years since his comforting smile reassured us that everything would be all right, almost four years of hospital trips to sit and hold his hand, all the while trying to keep hope alive.
By Elizabeth Petit2 years ago in Fiction
I Dream Of You In The Night. Content Warning.
It's been five years since you passed away, and I have had the same dream every night. We sit up here on the ledge surrounded by candlelight. You wrap your arms around me, and say "I love you," then you kiss me, and you are gone.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
Night Terrors. Content Warning.
I watched myself die last night; I died on Tuesday as well. As a matter of fact, I have watched myself die 17 times in the last month. Each one more gruesome and violent than the last. The first couple times I died, as you would expect, were really unnerving. I could see what was happening before it happened and I began to frantically yell and scream at my dreaming self, to wake up and watch out. I flailed around anxiously warning myself to "stay out of that room" or "look behind you." Twice, I did my best to stop myself from drinking from random or abandoned bottles that I knew had been poisoned, and every time, I helplessly watched in horror, as I disregarded my cries and died.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Threshold
Ah, to feel anything other than pain. I am unsure if that fills me with hope or terror for the future. The shots of piercing discomfort, the dull aches and the debilitating reverberations through my body have become my new normal. I am unsure I know how to feel beyond the misery of the jitters and sharp shooting cramps. When waking up, it is empty and lonely again. Perhaps this is how inmates on a long stretch inside feel when approaching their release date? When they know the routine, the security blanket of supervision preventing them from acting out will be gone.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Embracing Isolation: A Way to Self-Disclosure and Development. Content Warning.
In the rushing about of present day life, isolation is frequently misconstrued and dreaded. The section above embodies a significant acknowledgment about isolation and its ground-breaking power. It proposes that individuals are not genuinely terrified of being distant from everyone else but instead of being with themselves, confronting their deepest contemplations and fears. This reflection opens a passage to investigating the instructive worth of isolation and how it very well may be outfit for self-improvement and self-disclosure.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
