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Stigmas of mental illness
Stigmas of Mental Illness As far as I can remember, I was always an eclectic individual. I wore colorful clothes as a child and teenager. I beat to my own drum and had my own quirks. When it came to school, I bonded with my teachers rather than the other students my own age. I had a very hard time communicating. I was always very anxious. Don’t get me wrong, I was in the top of my class academically and in 11 clubs and activities in my senior year but I still had internal issues.
By Sadie Colucci5 years ago in Psyche
Three Visitors
Anne’s house is filled with things: pretty things, memories of things, things that don’t match other things. The lady from the council with neat blonde layers had said clearing some of it would be good for your wellbeing. Anne didn’t really know what she’d meant by that but gave her an extra biscuit for taking an interest.
By Rosie Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Vigilant Revenge
“Honey? Deb! What’s wrong with you?! Why won’t you answer me?!” I ran down the stairs to see my dad frantically shouting towards my mother who was sitting on our couch. As I approached her, she was staring straight ahead, but something was off. Her head was facing directly towards the front wall, her torso was turned towards the right, her legs were crossed very tightly at the front with her feet tucked underneath and in alignment with her head, and both of her hands were on her right knee with one on top of the other. Tears were dropping from her emotionless, frozen face.
By Symone Dashell5 years ago in Psyche
Wanting To Suicide Saved My Life
I remember when I used to travel. The endless hours looking through the bus window was my favorite activity. I daydreamed of a life that was so distant from reality. A life where my life had actual meaning. Daydreaming enhanced my depression. It made it have spikes. Spikes that pierced through me as I failed to achieve anything significant in my life.
By Giorgos Pantsios5 years ago in Psyche
dead flowers
Love is like a flower. You don’t give it enough water, and it begins to starve to death. You give it too much, and it drowns, suffocating any last hope of survival.
By M5 years ago in Psyche
The Ghost of Sisters Past
The snow fall, the colored lights, the smell of spruce hanging in the air and the buzzing of everyone you know usually signifies a time to be celebrated and hints that preparations for most peoples favorite time of year is underway. I would give anything if this still rang true for me. Sadly, I have not felt anything close to that holiday magic since I was a young girl.
By Breezy Rose5 years ago in Psyche
Notebooks and Nightmares
I shut my eyes for probably the twentieth time that night, desperate, longing for even a few minutes’ worth of rest. 3:13 AM.
By Stephen Acosta5 years ago in Psyche
The Cloud of Inner Conflict
The feeling was unnatural, he simply could not accept what was in front of him. In the exquisite light of his own making, he was seeing the world through fresh images of positive indifference. Simply as it should be, he mused, as a dark cloud began to descend. It was these statements that made him consider how he was transcending all else. Too often he traversed this consciousness, only to trip at some point.
By J. Anzo5 years ago in Psyche
Entry #2
My poor therapist. Today's session was nearly a straight hour of tears. I began by talking about my apparent inability to keep a relationship. Have a relationship? Be one of two people within a relationship? I don't know. But the overall topic was wondering if I may, in fact, be alone for the rest of my life.
By Hilary Dane5 years ago in Psyche
Tyler's Teachings
He was everything I thought I wanted to be, and more. Looking at him felt like staring into a mirror- one whose reflection shifted your style into a sly, Brad-Pitt-type, smooth criminal. From our first meeting, in the bathroom of a Home Depot, one Friday morning, he reminded me of someone I had always known, someone with whom I may have grown up and long forgotten, though I never could extract the memory of whom he might have been.
By ESS King5 years ago in Psyche
Dear Neurotypical II
Dear Neurotypical, You had some GREAT questions about Part I! Yes, I have strong emotions when it comes to a lot of things, but I ESPECIALLY LOVE great questions! To have someone come towards me with interest, when I spend so much time going to them, is a surprise and a joy. I didn't realize I'd left so much out of Part I, and so let's get to what I forgot.
By Chelsea Delaney5 years ago in Psyche
Tragedy At Foxe Island
The worst summer of my life thus began, coinciding with the makings of what might’ve otherwise turned into the best … … as the wisest prophets among us know: the things which happen in our lives, that truly make a difference and turn the chapter, come always hasty, unexpected.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Psyche