Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
The Hidden Pandemic
Everyone is focusing on the fact there is a deadly virus killing millions by the second, spreading like wild fire and ruining everyone's lives. However, there is something that is taking peoples lives under our noses without anyone properly taking notice. Many of the young people are struggling.Stuggling to live. Struggling with school work, but some are slowly falling into black holes that they don't know how to get out of by themselves.
By Emilia black 5 years ago in Psyche
Pink Flags
It was an ordinary day. All four children were in bed pretending to sleep. My husband was screaming at me. I was numb to it. I had quit trying to defend myself from his perceived slights years ago. It had never helped anyway. It was just part of the daily routine now. His face cranberry red, fists balled and cocked as though he was seconds away from delivering a swift right hook, spittle caught on his lips and flying onto my face every few minutes. An ordinary day. This time it was because I had gone grocery shopping: peanut butter & jelly, milk, eggs, frozen chicken breasts, frozen green beans, bacon, bread, kool-aid packets, diapers, and sugar. It was enough to feed the kids for the week if I skipped breakfast and lunch every day. He told me yesterday that I could go to the store and spend $100, but I ran out of time and didn't get to go until this afternoon.
By tiffany leigh5 years ago in Psyche
Dealing with Imposter Syndrome
When I was a child, I had a knack for reading and writing. It was simply an area that felt natural to me, and perhaps that was the trade-off for being completely numerically illiterate. Although growing up I was praised by my teachers and my family who continuously encouraged me to pursue writing in University, I resisted. Writing was something that came easy, it was something I could rely on to produce a great mark with little effort, it was never something I considered pursuing as a career choice.
By Michelle Pattison5 years ago in Psyche
Playing With the Colour Black
I'm a door-to-door saleswoman. My day job that is. I sell life insurances to people, profiting off of their love for the future of their families, their fear of the black-hooded Grim Reaper. Little do they know that I’m Death Incarnate. The business is simple and profiting in many ways. I sell life insurances by day and kill people by night. The increasing crime rate of murders in the neighbourhood manifest fear in people, so there has been a boom in the insurance industry, while at the same time, I kill people under contract to earn some pretty pennies. It was going all good and forth till I met the strangest client yet.
By UniqueFAYS5 years ago in Psyche
Pieces
I'm broken. Well, maybe not broken. Broken implies that at some point I was whole. I feel more like I've never been assembled. Just a jumble of pieces that I think should probably go together somehow. But I don't have instructions. And I don't know what I'm supposed to be making.
By Starla Wynn5 years ago in Psyche
Simple Truths
In the last few months many people I know have lost people they love. I feel heartbroken for them. I wish I could offer words that contained the power to heal but I have nothing. In fact, I think if they were to stand before me the truth is I would be nervous of what to say and how to act. I would be cautious of saying anything trite or redundant. The good ol “I’m so sorry for your loss” or the comforting “they will always be with you”. Although full of good intention they become just something people say. When I lost my mom I felt like if I heard one more person say to me “I’m so sorry” I was going to lunge at them. Each time it felt like taking a bullet. I can’t offer any words of advice or spiritual guidance. Having lost my soulmate, someone who is truly the best part of me, I’m sure should have somehow qualified me for such a task but it doesn’t. Each person’s experience belongs to only them and just because we lose someone doesn’t qualify us to say “I know how you feel”. It doesn’t qualify us to know someone else’s pain or experience. What I can offer is some simple truths in my experience.
By Nicole Daga5 years ago in Psyche
The storm
The gale howled not to dissimilar to Casanova as the sullen air ensued, the pitter patter of the rain against my souls embodied the orchestrated pursuit. The lighting reverberated off the ground transmitting an involuntary shudder which traced my spine. Conflicted, I halted just for an instance as the flicker of light and trundling of thunder cause me to endeavour in my bearings portraying what ceases to exist as my mind began to reminisce…
By The Lioness5 years ago in Psyche
Sweet Whisper of Cheese Sticks
With the monotony of my at-home 9-5 ringing in my ears and my glazed eyes staring into blue light, I glance at my wrist after feeling the vibration of my Fitbit. Just reminding me to take at least one step this hour. '250 out of 250 steps to go!' it encouraged. And then I heard the sweet whisper of cheese sticks coming from the fridge.
By Abigail Lockhart5 years ago in Psyche
Wellness in 2021
Minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, days turn into months and months turn into years. Years turn into lists that we are supposed to check off as we go no matter the consequence of the world that surrounds us. 2020 changed that perspective for me in so many ways. At the end of the prior year, 2019, I made a lot of promises to myself for the year 2020. I was going to focus on growing my business. I was going to have a dedicated office space. I was going to have a full time staff and I was going to find long term dedicated clients. This is the moment where I am supposed to tell you that the pandemic was the reason that none of that happened when in reality the pandemic is part of the reason I was able to keep each and every promise to myself. The distraction was driven away and I was left with the choice to either waste my time or take advantage of it. So, where do I go now? What wellness promises do I make to myself in this new year of 2021?
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Psyche
