Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
The Winged Rider.
He always rode late into the night, but this ride was different. As he looked forward it was bright, though it was the middle of the night. The road curved and glistened, as if it was made of gold. It was quiet, and he could hear the rustle of the leaves. On each side of the road we’re trees. Colors he had never seen before decorating the limbs.The bike he was just on, transformed. It had high handle bars and was black as night. The bike itself looked as though it was glowing! He had never seen anything dark somehow have a light reverberating from it. As he walked toward it, eager to ride he felt something tickle his back. As he turned to look for what had touched him he saw nothing. It happened again, confusion all over his face. Then he looked down toward his feet and there lied a single golden white feather. It seemed strange to him, because he saw no birds flying above him. He then looked over his shoulder, then he started to feel them. White and golden feathers adorned these massive beautiful wings. The most beautiful wings he had ever seen before. He shrugged his shoulders and he could move them! Like an arm or a leg. As he stretched them they felt heavy, but not too much to carry. Mae, I must be dreamin! He exclaimed. He leaped into the air, using his wings as if they had always been apart of him.
By Alaina Craft4 years ago in Psyche
Finding Effective Inpatient Drug Rehabilitation Treatment in East Orange New Jersey
Inpatient drug rehab in East Orange NJ offers individuals with drug addiction a safe haven of warmth, care, and understanding. A quality East Orange NJ drug rehab program helps people get the help they need while maintaining a safe environment for them to learn from. During inpatient drug rehab, individuals are encouraged to explore their feelings and express themselves through meaningful work, community activities, and interaction with others. This is a time when recovery is at least possible.
By Harry Bressler4 years ago in Psyche
My wake up call
Adults have always considered me mature for my age since childhood, therefore my true coming out of age happened at twenty-three years old. I had despised alcoholics my whole entire life. To me they were despicable especially drunk parents. An alcoholic single mother of two raised me triggering me to swear off alcohol at the age of ten. I promised myself that I would never be like my mother. Then came my twenty-second birthday. My roommate offered me a margarita, “Drink this Leslie, its your birthday and its only a tiny bit of tequila. “I felt the heat down my throat, it had been a cool icy slushy with a bitter hint. I stopped soon after but I felt myself giggling a bit. This had been my first time getting drunk. I felt invincible and unlike my mother, I did not become violent or bully children. I made everyone laugh and have a good time.
By Leslie Frias4 years ago in Psyche
Guilt as Motivator
There are many ways to convince someone to do something or not do something. You can ask politely, gently plead, beg, demand, threaten, tempt, among many others. Finally, of course, you can use guilt, possibly the oldest (see Book of Genesis story of Adam & Eve for several excellent examples), and arguably the least effective means of getting another person or group of persons to do the thing or things which you would like them to do, or stop doing the thing or things you would like them to stop doing. Why do we constantly do this? Why do seemingly rationale and sane individuals, many of whom our are very own friends and family, play the guilt card so often when attempting to convince us to do something (or not), especially when many times there are plenty of other options such as some of the ones listed above that would seem to be available as better choices?
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Psyche
Monsters and Demons
They don’t tell you that the light at the end of the tunnel is a lie. Just a little bit farther. You tell yourself that if you can just survive this, if you can just survive a little bit longer, you will be free of your monsters and your demons, the people that hurt you beyond recognition. You can do it.
By Emily Kitty4 years ago in Psyche
Mirroring Wilderness
After many tests, trials, assessments, a conclusion has been drawn. For your lack of self-love you have been deemed a lost cause impossible to love. Whether you were loved or not is of no consequence when what is found at the bottom line is that if you do not love you, how can anyone else? You are the fool. The chagrin of your fellow denizens. How you chose to live your life spoke louder volumes than your tongue ever could. One last ditched effort of embellishment is that you weren’t fully cognizant of your disposition. There it is again. But I digress.
By Arthur Essay4 years ago in Psyche
Too Sick To Work
I'm…frustrated. (To put it mildly.) I'm frustrated with myself. I have been so sick, for so long, and it affects my quality of life every single day. But…probably not in the ways you'd think. Or should I say not just in the ways you think. Yes, I'm in pain every day. Yes, I'm exhausted after the simplest of tasks. Yes, I sleep all the time. But right now, none of that is what's bothering me. Right now, right this very minute, what's bothering me is that I can't scrape together a few hundred dollars to take my mom to the Renaissance Festival this year.
By Erin Foster4 years ago in Psyche
Suicide Survival
I preferred to be in a psych ward than be home. I couldn’t be trusted alone, or around other people. I felt disconnected from the world, my vision was blurr. It felt like, I was looking from my mind out, not my eyes. My mind felt like it had a mind of its own, could you imagine having thoughts but not being able to speak them, & at the same time another voice in your head is thinking & you automatically say what’s on their mind, our mind, my mind? I changed dramatically in a matter of days, I wanted blood on my hands. My mind felt like it was racing & it kept racing because there was no finish line. Voice 1: “Can they tell we’re in hell?” Me: “Stop… Okay, I need help”. & she started again, “yeah, you really do bitch”. I was really battling the voices in my head, on my way to get help.
By Solibeth Nunez4 years ago in Psyche
