Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Psyche.

The Rock Collection
“Laura, watch my tables, I’m going to pop out back for a smoke really quick.” I don’t wait to see if she heard me, I know everyone else did so I slipped out the back door by the walk in freezer. When it gets really hot in the kitchen they prop the back door open and hope for a cool breeze to float through past the grills and ovens. I heard the Spanish music playing in the kitchen as I walked past a row of cars to the little island of trees by the dumpsters.
By Randi Valtierra5 years ago in Psyche
Me, We and I
'We' are looking at 'me' through 'I's' point of view. There really is a lot that 'me' went through. 'Me' may not have known it at the time,
By Melissa Gracia5 years ago in Psyche
One Secret
‘How do I explain everything to Lara when I don’t understand it myself? She’s going to be so pissed at me, I promised and now all I want to do is bail. Why is it so hard to talk about it? Why do I do it when I feel so ashamed? Why is it the only thing I feel I have any control over, I don’t really, because I can’t stop’
By KC5 years ago in Psyche
How To Untangle Your Depressed and Anxious Thinking
A little learning is a dang'rous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring. There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again. -- Alexander Pope
By Erica Ball5 years ago in Psyche
Thank you for Surviving
It wasn't until somewhat recently that I noticed how important a specific person was to me. This person, who certainly presented as a strong woman to most, always seemed pretty weak and useless to me. Looking back on all the years I've known this individual, for the life of me I can't figure out why those thoughts formed, let alone why they stuck so vividly and adamantly in my brain.
By J. Lee5 years ago in Psyche
A daughters pain
A Daughters Pain Down deep, startling and frightening feelings emerge. An overwhelming since of truth slides its way into the core of my gut.
By Wanda Lynn5 years ago in Psyche
This is Life
Occasionally, you meet someone who claims without trepidation that they want to know what you are thinking, seeing, hearing, feeling when they realize you are having a manic episode. Yes, a close friend, all one of them, wants to see inside your mind so they can better HELP you. God bless her. She meant well; I know that now, but it still stings when I think back on that all to predictable day. To this day I know she truly and sincerely wanted to help. I naturally hesitated but nonetheless, I let her in. Never again. My experience went a little something like this.
By Serina Matteson5 years ago in Psyche
I Was Having a Good Day
I was having a good day. By good I mean fine. I mean, I wasn't in a mood today. I mean, I didn't wake up irritated and enraged today. I wasn't overcome by fatigue.
By Ashley Antunes5 years ago in Psyche
Living with the Black Dog
I found the description of depression as the Black dog a while ago. It was presented in comic format. It resonated so much with me, that image, and the explanation that I have referred to my reoccurring periods of depression as ' visits from the black dog' ever since.
By Bob Parker5 years ago in Psyche
Dissociative Identity Disorder
Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), also known as Multiple/split personalities, is a mental dissociative disorder where the patient experiences separate states of personality. It is caused by childhood trauma, generally before the age of eight. Most of the time, they are unaware that they have an alter ego living in their body. This is because the alter who performs the daily tasks, also called the host, is protected from their past trauma. For example, I was not aware of my alters until around the age of 16, when I first learned about the disorder and related to the symptoms. I still do not know what happened, but some of them do. I am able to go about my daily life without the pain caused by the trauma. That might sound selfish, but it is there so we as a whole, can live through life. We are all one team.
By Ash Kase5 years ago in Psyche
Brackish Hearts
The water below held the depths of a great many lifetimes, held memories of a time before I existed and would hold many more of a time after my existence. I wondered if it captured the emotions of those that passed it by, grasped on to a bit of each one and buried it deep below. I mused at what stories lay hidden in that brackish river. But in the black of night, all I could see was the ebony surface, the shine of the moon glinting off the contours of the small, rhythmic waves as they gently lapped against the rocky sidewall of the bridge.
By Skylar Callahan5 years ago in Psyche
Brei. . First Place in Sister Circle Challenge. Top Story - March 2021.
Brei, In all fairness, I have not known you for a long time. A few years. Yet, you have endured more in the small amount of time I have known you, than people I have known my entire 30 years of life.
By Franchessica Hannawacker 5 years ago in Psyche