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Most recently published stories in Psyche.
How My Unloving Family Tried To Destroy Me
This is a true story. It's October of 2014, so seven years ago now, practically to the day, and I have lost everything: my business, my apartment, my family, and now, probably, my wife. She's moving back to her parents' house, a few hundred miles and two states away. She's going to stay in their basement until she can land on her feet. Me? I'm going to live on the subway. I guess I'll beg, I don't know. I sure as hell can't sing or play an instrument or spin around on the subway poles. I'm sure there are charities that can help me. But despite working in the human services field for over a decade, I am painfully unaware of what kind of programs are out there to help a person in my position. I don't even know how long I will live, but I don't really care much at this point. Maybe I'll slowly but surely go insane, assuming I'm not there already. My wife – I'll be calling her Fiona on here, because she tells me she always wanted to be named Fiona – keeps reassuring me that it's only temporary, that we'll be back together again, we'll bounce back, and we'll be together again, we'll bounce back, over and over again. Me? All I can think of is the end of Requiem For A Dream, when Jared Leto calls Jennifer Connolly from some hellhole of a prison down south and they assure each other how they'll see each other again and repeat their love for each other over and over. As the viewer, we know there's no chance in hell they'll get back together, and this is almost definitely the last time they'll ever talk. I always wondered if the characters knew that or if they were still delusional about how far they'd fallen.
By Mytoxic Family4 years ago in Psyche
YOU Triggered my CPTSD
Faced with a boring weekend ahead of me, I started to watch YOU. It was immediately an audience grabber from the get go. I hit pause, pondering … why haven’t I watched this yet? There’s already 3 seasons… I hit play and as the true meaning of the narrator starts to hit, I am reminded, I don’t have to watch YOU. I already lived YOU.
By LittleTree Oppy4 years ago in Psyche
UNWANTED
My story is not unique for a person that is considered to have a severe disability. I am an overqualified social services worker. I have a diploma in social work studies, a four year honors in Sexuality marriage and family, and a four year general in social development studies. I studied for 15 years of my life and never developed a career. I walked with a walker and had cerebral palsy in both my legs called spastic diplegia and scoliosis and was recently diagnosed with a painful condition called rheumatoid arthritis . I am always in 8/10 pain.
By Julia Stellings4 years ago in Psyche
The Maddening Happening
I sit here with a blank notebook and an empty bottle of Lithium wondering when I’ll start feeling like myself again. I have grown accustomed to a week of hypomania and attribute all of my great ideas to that state of madness. What is normal and why do we idealize it? I try to write and nothing comes. It’s meaningless to force inspiration. I have a setting, character development and a storyline, yet what I produce has somehow missed its intended mark. Am I in some way different than I was even three weeks ago? Where is the passion that turns the wheels inside of my head to create something from nothing? The power of words is just that: the ability to create, to bring meaning and purpose.
By Katherine Nesbitt4 years ago in Psyche
What is purpose of sober living in Rogers, AR?
What is the purpose of Sober Living in Rogers Arkansas? It's about reclaiming your dreams and making them reality. Sober Living in Rogers Arkansas was created to help you achieve a purpose, reach a goal and discover a direction in life. It is a place to discover a purpose and find a way to get there.
By Vanessa Pingree4 years ago in Psyche
