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Most recently published stories in Psyche.
The Secret to Work-Life Balance
You know the term “my cup runneth over”? They say whatever’s in that cup is for you, whatever overflows from it is for everyone else. Because you have to be a whole spring and well, flowing from Source, before you pour out. If you have no Source flowing through you and you try to pour out, you’re just pouring from ego; you’re going to be burnt out very quickly. Overall it’s not balance; it is not going to bode well for you.
By Thai Cromer5 years ago in Psyche
I was raped by porn.
There is a magical phase of childhood where the veil is still thin, memories of past lives can still be accessed, images and sounds can come through from other dimensions. A child’s imagination is open and curious. Whole landscapes can be created in the minds eye, full of colour and adventure. Characters can be birthed and excitement can be chased.
By Mirrie Parks5 years ago in Psyche
I Was An Addict
Addiction comes in many forms. Addiction also has many faces. I know this because I am an addict. I no longer active in my addiction. However once you lose all control and become addicted to something, no matter what it may be the truth is even once you stop this affliction you always have a great chance of returning to it. Or even picking up a new one. Many people who have never had to deal with being an addict or had one they cared about, will tell you that addicts are weak individuals. I don't believe that for one second. As an addict you are not weak, on the contrary most addicts are very strong individuals that unfortunately are trying to most of the time cover up and run from their pain. Whether it be mental, emotional, psychological, or physical pain. Pain comes in many forms and fashions. Just like addictions do.
By Carolyn Leonelli5 years ago in Psyche
How to Stop the Rain
The rain went crash against the window. Crash. Crash. Crash against the window. Not the pitter patter of the morning or the thud of the afternoon. Thud. Thud. Thud of the afternoon. The wooden bed was hard and the hardwood floor was splintered and the splintered table smelt of damp and rotting wood. The metal bowl went clink. Clink. Clink went the metal bowl as the metal pipe dripped water into it. Drip, drop. Drip, drop. Clink. Clink.
By Eden Moran5 years ago in Psyche
without her
The words aren’t formed as thought words in his mind; but the feeling is gnawing. Occasional moments of relief come as a sort of distance from the feeling. A silly video. The cat. Its absence is barely lived before he’s again consumed with added weight.
By Sarah Tyers5 years ago in Psyche
"Age Ain't Nothin' But a Number."
TW: rape, child sexual assault, self-harm. *names have been changed “Let me tell you something. Age ain’t nothing but a number.” Tonya* punctuated her statement with a hand motion as though she were flattening linens, in a cadence that did not belong to a high schooler. Nor, however, did most of the experiences she had just finished relating to me.
By Blaze R. Fresh5 years ago in Psyche
Life's Chance
“Ah for Christ’s sake Lenny, give me one chance” “Are you kidding me kid? You’ve shown up stoned at best every other shift you’ve ever worked, and don’t think I don’t know it’s actually every goddamn day. You may be as broke as this city’s school system but that sure’s never stopped you from spending all your money on dope. For crying out loud, you gave Mr. Janikowski the sweet potato soup - and it’s got fuckin’ peanuts in it! He’s been coming here for 6 years and you were still too damn high to realize! Well look here, you saw him in anaphylactic shock, you saw the goddamn paramedics stretcher him out. I sympathize with ya kid. But this time I got no choice.”
By Austen Henry5 years ago in Psyche
