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Love Shouldn't Hurt
I wrote this during a VERY dark time in my life. I was only 18. I was in my first serious relationship (or... what I thought was my first serious relationship anyways). I was young. I was stupid. I was a "recovering" self mutilator. I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to share this with the world, as it doesn't really send a positive message. It's about giving up, which at this point in my life was all I wanted to do. I'm not really sure why I keep anything from this time in my life. Maybe to remind myself that no matter what I'm facing now, I have come a very long way and though I still face some crazy things (who doesn't?) Absolutely nothing has compared to the darkness I was cloaked in at this time.
By Sara Wilson5 years ago in Psyche
You Can’t Make The Narcissist in Your Life Change
There have been an almost endless supply of articles discussing narcissists in the news and popular press recently. It’s what they call a hot topic and a lot of people (myself included) are weighing in on the subject.
By Natalie Frank, Ph.D5 years ago in Psyche
Face Blindness a.k.a. Prosopagnosia
This series will look into different illnesses/diseases/disorders and understand what they are. No one is perfect, and everyone has some condition, whether you are aware of it, believe it, or recognize it or not. In the end, it is a matter of whether it affects your daily life and whether it causes you inconvenience in going on with your days. In high school, I self-diagnosed with OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder), fortunately, I learned to cope with it and tell myself to "let it go," so it doesn't affect my life as much as it used to.
By Storyteller5 years ago in Psyche
Fear Of Being Forgotten
Fear Of Being Forgotten: Loss and Confidence Kristyn Meyer is on a journey to make herself the best human that she can be. These posts are a reflection of that. She welcomes your support via reading and through commissioned affiliate links within her posts! To stay up to date on all of her shenanigans, please subscribe to her email list! (psst…there’s a free gift involved)
By Kristyn Meyer5 years ago in Psyche
Depression isn't just "sad"
Yes, I know you hear it all the time. You read all the facts and figures on depression. You see the commercials for depression medication, but if you haven’t felt it, really felt it, then it just looks on the outside like a person who is unreasonably sad. For those who have had others confide in depression, they end up confused when the person confiding in them has no real circumstances for sorrow. It could be someone who on the outside has everything any person would want to be happy, and we can’t understand why they don’t just focus on that and thank God for the wonderful things in their life so they can move forward and smile.
By #notashamed;5 years ago in Psyche
Trauma: The Diaries
Trauma: The Diaries Prelude
By Jean-Patrick Roy5 years ago in Psyche
How my Traumas developed into Major Depressive Disorder and Anxiety mixed with Social Anxiety
Due to the amount of traumas I have developed over years of growing up, I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, Anxiety mixed with Social Anxiety, ADHD, also Hypersexuality. My traumas began when I was 11 years old at that age I have watched my own father die in the hospital bed due to his liver no longer functioning, my father liver was no longer in good condition due to drinking alcohol all day and everyday. Eventually a year passed by, I turned 12 years old and my mom drug addiction have worsen, my mom went into rehab. In the meantime my mom was in rehab my sister and I started to live with an aunt of mine. Months later my mom got out rehab it was back in July. Once my mom got home from rehab a brother of mine who spent almost his whole life in jail left to a little market down the street from our house on his motorcycle to buy my mother a soda. After my brother bought my mother her soda he was on his way home, now as my brother was on his way home, he eventually was struct by a truck. My mother, my siblings, and I were waiting for hours for my brother to come home. After hours on waiting for my brother to come home, helicopters started to flash lights at our house and my family and I were confused. An hour later of the helicopters flashing lights at our house we heard a loud long knock on our house door, my mom answered the door and it was a family friend telling my mom that my brother was struct by a truck. My mom, my siblings and I ran to the scene it was right up the street from our house. I remember seeing my brother crying in pain telling my mom he loves her and that his head hurt, everything hurt my brother he was bleeding out. The ambulance came to the scene and took my brother to the emergency room, I was taken to my aunt house. The next day after the incident, I went home all lost and confused not knowing what happened. I remember seeing family members crying giving me a hug saying they are sorry and I was just lost and confused on the situation, I walked to my sister and my sister told me you know our brother died. After my sister told me that my brother died I felt numb and still confused but was hurting. Ever since the death of my father and brother our lives never been the same. My mom drug addiction have worsen, I started drinking and smoking tobacco at age 13. My mom would repeatedly be in and out of rehabs whenever I lived with her she would hurt my sister and I. My mom tried to kill herself one time with my sister and I in the car. I use to be bullied in school I had developed an eating disorder which was me not really eating and skipping out on classes. Once I have turned 16 years old I continued to consume a lot of alcohol, I was failing classes ditching classes, then I started to get into marijuana for a short amount of time. next thing you know it was late at night I left my house to walk to a friend house, as I was walking to my friend house some strange guy in a car started to follow me, I started walking faster and eventually the guy caught up to me and dragged me into his car and I was crying and screaming in fear. The guy started to put pressure on me and ripped my clothes off as I screamed saying please stop! with tears streaming down my face, but sadly the guy did not listen and he raped me and took my virginity something I could never take back. A week later after I was raped I had to walk to school and as soon as I stepped outside my house I had a severe panic attack that I just skipped out on school and stayed home. Days later I went back to school everything seemed normal except I was living in fear and was paranoid. Then one day I started to hangout with a female friend from school, my friend texted a guy friend of ours and we went over to his house and it was him and his uncles and cousins. My guy friend and his family drugged me and my female friend and tried to rape us, thankfully I got away as soon as possible I ran away trying to figure out how to get home I was crying, going to houses begging for help. An hour later my sister picked me up and took me home I was crying and I told my mom and brother that the guy who drugged me up and tried to rape me was my friend uncle and the guy lied to my family saying he does not know anything that he was never his uncle and that I am crazy. Next thing you know my mom asked me the next morning what happened and I told her the same story and I told how a month ago I was raped walking to a friend house at night, my mom started to cry and she told my entire family about it when I did not want anyone to know. Since those incidents I became more depressed and became homeschooled, being homeschooled did not work for me I was becoming very very depressed. So I started to attend to a new school and everything was going good I made new friends I was happy and I was getting some help with a little therapy. But then I started to spend my days at an uncle house after school because my mom would come home late from work, as I was going over to my uncle house for a month, my uncle started to sexually harass me that I cried to my mom about it and ever since I stopped going to his house. I started to hate myself, I would spend days crying saying I hate being a female, I was very depressed. Years passed by same thing with my mom and her drug addiction me doing marijuana and consuming alcohol, my mom would come home with bruises from her ex girlfriend, my mom and her ex girlfriend eventually had sex in the same room I was sleeping in. I started to cut myself and spent days in the restroom crying on the floor attempting to kill myself. when I was 18 to age 19 I lost myself to alcohol and marijuana I was super depressed I would still harm myself. Again years later I am now 20 years old dealing again with my mom and her drug addiction her losing her mind coming home with more bruises, cussing me out. eventually it got to a point my mom hit me and I was again lost on marijuana and alcohol, I would use to sleep with guys to ignore the fact that I was hurting. I went into a homeless shelter because I did not have a place to live, as I was in the homeless shelter again I was raped and I made a report and nothing happened because the police did not believe I was raped because the guy lied to the cops and made some story up and the cops believed this guy story and said he was innocent and let him lose and now I have to live with fear of men hurting me. Then My mom came home one day with her arm cut up from her crazy ex girlfriend, my mom was bleeding out and I was crying because I was scared of losing my mom. Now I no longer live with my mom, I no longer live in California, I now live in Arizona, I sometimes drink here and there, rarely smoke marijuana now, my mom is again in rehab. I now spend days crying, cutting myself, thinking of killing myself, feeling guilt and shame, having nightmares of being raped, rarely eating, having no energy, losing hair, losing jobs, being unable to focus, concentrate, think properly, and could hardly remember stuff, I also forget about stuff quickly and I tend to be very very slow at everything I do, I have a very high sex drive but when I do have sex I tend to go numb and get grossed out but my family does not believe something is wrong with me they think I fake everything just because they never heard me speak up on it or never seen me sad because I am a master at masking my sadness.
By vanessa lopez5 years ago in Psyche
Party of One: Journey to Self Discovery
Solo? A solo trip insinuates that it has to be taken by oneself, but what if I need to smell the scent of someone else? What if I need to feel the warmth of another body embracing my own to comfort me in a possible time of an anxious breakdown. What if I go so long without speaking, the silence becomes piercing, and my voice cracks under pressure, from the lack of use, when I try to scream out for help? OR what if it would be like the last 10 months of my life, but, unlike the last 10 months of reality, I would actually be at a state of peace and serenity?
By De'Ja Wilcher5 years ago in Psyche
