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Keep Your Mouth Shut
*Note- Names have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved.* My life started as normal as everyone else. I had an older brother, Trevor, who was born 2 years before me, a father, Damion, one of the strongest men I will ever know, and a mother, Kathy, who will become my best friend as I got older. Being born I do not remember(which in all honesty would be very weird and scary), I do remember trips to the community building in our small town during December to visit Santa and going to the park close to our house to hunt for Easter eggs. The first vivid memory I have was going to the doctor office to get shots. I was so scared, because I didn't know if it was going to hurt or even what to think about the fact that a needle was going to be put into my body not once but Twice! Needless to say, I actually did very well. My mom was with me and I was allowed to sit on her lap. When the needle pierced my skin, it did hurt, I had a few tears come out of my eyes. But, mom said I did so good that I could get something I had been wanting, I could get a pet! That didn't mean just any pet. I was only about 3 or 4 years of age, so a cat or puppy was a little too much work for just me. Mom told me I could get either a fish, hamster or a bird(and any cage or container that I would need to house my new pet). After we got to the pet store, I chose to get a bird. She was so beautiful! She was a small parakeet with green, yellow, a patch of blue on her chest and just a little red on her head. I named her Ariel after my favorite movie at the time "The Little Mermaid". She started with her wings clipped, but as the grew she was able to fly! My parents allowed her to fly until the day she died. Ariel would fly around the room and land on me, but never made messes in the house. She was a smart bird and one of the best memories I have of when my mom and dad were still together.
By Asina Michelle5 years ago in Psyche
Living With ADD/ADHD
In short, no. But then again, living with any sort of a disability, mental or physical, isn't easy, regardless of what anybody thinks or says. But I'm not here to talk about any of those, My fight is with ADD/ADHD. Let me explain something. Living with ADD/ADHD, myself and others like me, constantly fight with ourselves to stay focused, dealing with mental exhaustion and hyperactivity, and thinking about a million things and nothing all at the same time, trying to do all this with or without medication. Medication makes it manageable but by no means easy. Without medication, it's even worse. On top of learning how to change and adapt to our ever-changing world, you have to learn and adapt to your ever-changing mind. Eventually, you learn how to manage things without the medication but you will never have a handle on it. At least this is what is happening to me. Confused? Well, keep reading and I'll explain.
By Ruka Gilbert5 years ago in Psyche
Diagnosis: Narcissism
Why is does the word and the immense definition behind it seem so new? It has crept ever so slowly into society as a diagnosis, a subject for motivational plaques and the new & modernized label for a control freak. I found myself reading those inspirational quotes regarding persons who are in relationships with a narcissis, and by golly it’s as if these people knew me and boy did they know a lot about my husband! Suddenly I was angry because I had been left out of the loop! Why was I just learning about these most unfavorable traits? And that there was a label for these traits? I had spent 18 years in a relationship, 12 of them legally married, and I shared 2 children with a textbook narcissist!
By Michele Cummings-Ashurst5 years ago in Psyche
Become More
I have reached a point in my life where I want to…Become more. I want to help. Someone, anyone just not a boyfriend, I have tried and failed one too many times to try that again. I have always loved writing, I think I have a diary for every phase of my life starting in Grade 5 (I still have it), Jr high, every year of high school, my 1st love, my 2nd love, my 3rd love, to my 1st born daughter and all the craziness that came with that. Then the next 4 years I am sure I have at least 100 Notes to self, begging and pleading that this will be the last time, telling myself all the horrible things I was doing and how much I was hurting all the people that loved me. Telling myself it was not going to be like this forever, I was not going to be doing these stupid pills forever, stealing and lying to my parents, my family, my friends forever. I knew it, I could feel it, but it went on for what felt like forever, I had Bella a month before I turned 23, I was addicted to oxy-cotton by the time she was one.
By Laurie Chambers5 years ago in Psyche
To Whom Do I owe this?
I lived perpetually plagued with the question: To whom do I owe this? My mother? My father? My genetic make up? Not knowing used to drive me crazy. I questioned the nature vs nurture arguement continuously. Over and over in my mind. Was there something I had done? or didn't do? To no avail, I pondered mercelessly. All I knew was that something....o.k.; honestly, many things were wrong. My emotions ran wild. Feelings ranging from rapture to perpetual doom plagued me. Something had me paralyzed to move; yet nothing could keep my mind from racing over and over again, quite often contemplating things of no magnitude relentlesly. Never coming to any real conclusion, and battling the feeling to run, invariably, I ran everywhere. Now at the age of 48, I still run. The difference during the later years of my life is that I am runnning to something instead of from something.
By Kim Davidson5 years ago in Psyche
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September 2017 I decided to leave all I've ever known, to chase the unknown; a man, a feeling, an emotion, a dare: I am still figuring that answer out. In destruction mode, I savaged all I touch, I broke all I worked so hard for in a matter of months.
By Lucinet Luna - The Author 5 years ago in Psyche
