Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
My Angel
February 4th, 2019 was the day my life as I knew it came to a screeching halt. Our lives were torn to shreds. Our family ripped apart. My heart, destroyed. Your trust in me, obliterated. Your heart and soul, so filled with light and love, joy and passion, kindness and caring, crushed. That was the day they took you away from me. The day they kidnapped you. Didn't they see that you were so loved? Couldn't they hear that you WERE in the best home for you? Your 5 year old little body faught so hard to try to get out of their arms and run to the police car, screaming for mommy and bawling your eyes out. I still hear it as if it's happening every minute of every day, over and over again. My Little Love, I'm so sorry. My heart will never be ok. I know you're doing well with your adopted family, and I'm thankful for that. So thankful. But oh how I miss you!
By Cricket Knott5 years ago in Psyche
Side Quests
When I was diagnosed with ADHD at the start of March this year it was not a surprise. What did surprise me was the intense emotional rollercoaster the diagnosis set me off on. What was really shocking was that within a matter of days of finding the correct medication type and dosage for me, that I could suddenly write again. A kaleidoscope in my mind's eye stopped turning, the beads settled and I could draw breath calmly. The creative thoughts and ideas which for over two decades had been running riot in my head could find an output. I can now write, draw, compose or sketch. It was such an unexpected bonus that it drew tears as I considered the lost time and the missed opportunities.
By Ellie Mayze5 years ago in Psyche
Becoming Fiercely Vulnerable
Mulch: the shit that makes us grow I am passionate about the shit that makes me grow. A little over a year ago I started a project called Mulch. Mulch started as a place I could be honest and tell my fiercely vulnerable stories about codependency, alcoholism and self-development. Instead of looking at my childhood experiences and my failed relationships as a hindrance, I wanted to look at them as something meant to nourish me, and support my growth. Something like mulch.
By Jessica Jones5 years ago in Psyche
"Help!"... And Breathe
"Help! I need somebody, Help! not just any body, Help! you know I need someone... Heeeelllllpppp!" Famously sung by The Beatles, this iconic lyrical has undoubtedly spun around the turntable time and time again as the backdrop for many a meltdown. You can thank me later when this earworm is wriggling around your head... it's been in mine for the last hour!
By Hayley Barkla5 years ago in Psyche
Dive Deep
Have you ever experienced having a calling? Something that truly cannot be pushed out of mind no matter how much you try to deny. It’s terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. You start to question your sanity. Everything that existed before that moment you perceive as simultaneously pointless but extraordinarily crucial in leading up to this very realization. Full disclosure: I’ve been seeking a calling since the purpose driven life craze hit during my developmental years and honestly had no idea it would blindside me almost 20 years later during a pandemic lockdown.
By Alex Johnson5 years ago in Psyche
Sidonglobophobia and Misophonia
There's a certain type of snow that is flakey, wet snow in the above freezing air, and compacts under the feet when walked upon, giving off a squeaky 'ginchy' sound as it compresses under the walker's weight. In Sweden, they call this 'knarra', which translates into 'creak' I call it ginchy and have used that word for as long as I can remember.
By Judey Kalchik 5 years ago in Psyche
Empathic Ability, Not Rare Just Necessary
In any activity, whether bungee jumping or singing karaoke at the bar, there is a swift desire to excel. There is an immense opportunity of enlightenment behind screaming your head off as you whisk away your bodily vessel into the great unknown. The rush of completing a task of epic proportions such as these is the reason people continue to do so. There is within us lying dormant, a creeping sensation that life is steeped in endless decay, endless boredom. There is this sense that without the adventure, the cave crawling, the endless summer, there will only be bleak existential ideation at the hope that someone ends it swiftly and with a bang.
By Faith De Young5 years ago in Psyche
