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Most recently published stories in Psyche.

Addicts Hurt Themselves and Others 7
Story 38 My father was an abusive raging alcoholic. I had an older sister and we were treated very differently. She was the golden child and I was the punching bag. My sister slept with my husband three days after we got married. He left me for her. My dad forgave her and spent holidays with them and wouldn’t call me. I built a massive viral business that was doing $30K a month and it wasn’t enough for him to pleased with me. After 12 years alone raising my kids I thought I found the love of my life but turned out to be a narcissist who was just like my father and tore me down mentally, financially and left with me nothing. When I told my dad he asked me if my $300 bang (we met on a cruise) was worth my $180K income and didn’t talk to me for many months.
By John Charles Harman5 years ago in Psyche
Emotionally
I've wondered for years why I am the way that I am. Why do I think the way that I do? Typically I am critical of myself and question everything that I do. Often, my mind goes straight to the worst possible outcome in most situations. In my head, people are always criticizing me and everything I do is an embarrassment. My existence to everyone seems to be a burden.
By Shelah E5 years ago in Psyche
Life behind BED (Binge eating disorder)
I have always been terrified by food and yet, it was my only salvation in a world of sadness, angriness, and loneliness. I have a secret life nobody knew about until a year ago. I was hiding behind a tough invisible armor, the perfect grades, and the best fake smile. I hid my eating disorder for years because at first, it made me feel good, but it slowly spiraled into something that was taking over me. It seemed like there was no way out of this cycle of eating to feel full and happy. I don't remember when I started, I guess it has always been there thanks to my father.
By Margot P.5 years ago in Psyche
Darker side of the Rainbows
Darker side of the Our Rainbows - Living with Bipolar disorder The golden hot flames raging war between the mind and heart cause the calling out with every fiber of my being, “I see your pain,” “I feel your pain,” “I see your struggles,” “I feel your struggles,” “I’m here, let me help you,” feeling the cold blackish winds carrying my anguished words away from their desires’ focus.
By Jace Drake5 years ago in Psyche
Darker side of the Rainbows
Darker side of the Our Rainbows - Living with Bipolar disorder The golden hot flames raging war between the mind and heart cause the calling out with every fiber of my being, “I see your pain,” “I feel your pain,” “I see your struggles,” “I feel your struggles,” “I’m here, let me help you,” feeling the cold blackish winds carrying my anguished words away from their desires’ focus.
By Jace Drake5 years ago in Psyche
I Was Invited on Dr. Phil
When I was in college, I wrote in to Dr. Phil. Without getting into too much detail, my dad was a gambling addict with an anger problem, and I wanted help for one of my younger sisters, who was affected the worst by our toxic family dynamic and was having serious behavioral issues.
By S. Frazer5 years ago in Psyche
Trust the night
Going insane is easy, it's the coming back that bites. The floor swirls green and begins to roll, the trees whisper sweetly in bright yellow and gold. They tell of a world as yet untold. You listen with interest, and it’s beautifully sweet. You try to paint it, you can’t. You weep. You must eat the fruits of the earth, but how could you ruin the cycle of rebirth? You'll feel better if you eat, you look dead on your feet. I feel fine, better even, I feel simply divine. Why are the colours leaving the earth?
By Aspen Bogner5 years ago in Psyche
Dyslexic writing 1:
As someone who writes every day for work, would like to write more for pleasure and is also dyslexic, I’m no stranger to online spelling and grammar checkers. Not wanting to sound like an advert for Grammarly, but it really has saved my professional integrity on more than one occasion.
By Jodie Adam5 years ago in Psyche
The Girl They Called Quiet
Everly fiddled with her hands. She sat perched on the edge of her seat, hunched into herself, her arms held tight to her body. She glanced around the room cautiously, at the fake vines circling the top of the desk and drooping over the paintings framed on the wall, to the stripe-patterned chair across from her with creases in the fabric cover, to the dusty white blinds blocking the street outside from view.
By L. J. Knight 5 years ago in Psyche
And then I got anxious...
If you read my first post, you might have figured that no trip to Disney and 4 weeks of therapy was going to fix me. I don't think we ever really get to understand how things affect us, and I though what I was experiencing had to do with the Pandemic and nothing else. Yes, things were a little intense. My usual ‘did I locked the door?’ thoughts started to happen more often. Sometimes I had to come back to check twice, or 3 times. Going out of the apartment got harder, which was normal considering there was a virus out there but convincing myself I would go to the supermarket in the morning and ending eating salads of only tomatoes or having a banana for dinner became a little too common.
By Vicky5 years ago in Psyche
Dyslexic writing 2:
As a dyslexic, you have an advantage as a writer. Yes, that’s right an advantage. OK, the letters might move around and spelling may be some arcane art that you have a vague grasp of and can never really hope to master, but you also have a visual ability which lets you construct mental images in far greater depth.
By Jodie Adam5 years ago in Psyche
Adults Self-Harm Too
When you think about self-harm, what goes through your mind? What is the first thing that you think of? You probably think of self-harm – or self-mutilation, whatever you want to call it – as something that only angsty, anxiety-ridden teens or do. But that's not the truth.
By Shan5 years ago in Psyche