Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
You did WHAT?. First Place in Body Art Challenge.
I hope I do this right. Unfortunately, part of my story has to do with the loss of someone, and that beautiful, brilliant someone belongs to a number of beautiful, brilliant, strong family members and friends who sting for her every day. It’s impossible to think of a way to honor her properly in the framework of a narrative centered around me, and describing such grossly indulgent and juvenile behavior.
By Autumn Faithwalker5 years ago in Psyche
My Beginning Trauma and PTSD
My life hasn’t ever been easy, I’ve been thinking about my life choices and how they led me down this path of self destruction and everlasting relapse. Sometimes I wonder if I can ever stay clean or if I enjoy the madness of it all too much to try. I don’t want to justify the use of drugs, but I continue to try and convince myself that it helps me balance out my messy brain so I can feel the slightest bit of emotion. The last few years I’ve watched myself fall into addiction further then I’ve ever gone before. I feel lost and alone, isolated away from the world because I’m an unstable addict that cannot seem to get my shit together. The only time I feel like I can is when I’m high, the only time I can think clearly and make a clear plan is when I’m high which has led me to what I’m about to write about my life in this book I’ve convinced myself to write so here’s my story I’ll start at the beginning so you can understand how addiction took over my entire life. My earliest memories as a child revolved around drugs, and my father beating my mother daily while strung out on meth. My brothers and I lost our mother to drugs shortly after she left us with the monster she loved. She was found dead in a motel room in Stockton California when I was two years old. My father pushed her out of our lives and took a very important piece of my life from me due to his narcissistic personality. He took her to court for custody claiming to be a victim to her addiction but failed to mention that he took part in that personally. He was cooking and selling meth all over Stockton countless times I remember him dragging me by my arm to go sell his drugs walking so fast my feet would be pulled out from under me. This would make him very angry, he would yell and curse at me to get up, run, walk faster. That happened many times in my childhood. Not only did he remove her permanently from out lives but, he also removed the very few memories we even had by shedding every picture of my mother Nellie and selling everything she owned to his druggy friends things that were promised to be mine once I was old enough to be given her possessions. After she died things began to change drastically he became abusive to my brothers and myself. Once she died he lost his punching bag and resorted to us mainly me, he never loved me he has proven that time and time again my little brother Ryan was extremely neglected he was only eight months old when she died. I remember the funeral being very confusing everyone was crying except my dad he stood in the very back filled with rage as we got to view her body before she was put to rest. My Aunt Cindy and Uncle Vince told us she was sleeping with tear filled eyes expecting us to believe their lies. We all got into the limousine watching as everyone grieved it seemed like time went by slowly, when we finally pulled into St.Josephs Cemetery to watch as my Uncles Edward, Vince, Floyd, and Euel carried her casket from the Hearst to this huge hole in the ground next to my grandfathers headstone.
By Abrasive209bunny5 years ago in Psyche
The Differences Between Online and In-Person Therapy
(Note: The words “therapist” and “counselor” are used interchangeably, as well as “therapy” and “counseling”) If you were thinking of trying therapy for the first time and wanted to know if in-person or online therapy will suit you, this is it. If I could sweeten the deal, I want you to know I am a therapist and have been on the receiving end of both methods.
By Kirk Pineda, LMHC (aka "DEUXQANE")5 years ago in Psyche
BodyArt Nature's Way
I think, like a lot of people, I'm obsessed by tattoos. Having 5 currently and more to come, I can say every-time I go, I'm already thinking of the next one I want. The way a tattoo artist seems to flawlessly ink away on your skin and making it a part of you is something nothing less than pure magic. Each one having such a personal meaning of something in your life. Something that has changed you, affected you or represents you. All so unique to each individual. Such perfection! (Unless of course it's a tattoo nightmare but I think there is a show for that already. And a whole different writing challenge!Ha!)
By Leslie Scott5 years ago in Psyche
The Beauty in Pain
I was never a stranger to tattoos. I grew up with them. My mother and my aunts were always getting tattoos when I was small, planning new artwork all the time. We are all artists. We allow our bodies to act as a canvas too. I even remember one night, walking out into the kitchen to see a stranger standing over my mother with a needle. I used to beg her to find a way to give me a tattoo too. Her reply was always simply, "Only when you're old enough." This influence led me to always have an interest in modifying my body, making myself into something uniquely me. I had gotten piercings at a young age and planned for tattoos as soon as I was able. Life never turned out as planned, though.
By Hailee Elizabeth5 years ago in Psyche
Journey of a Person with Disability
Non-profits that counsel such as EastHouse and non-profits that treat such as Rochester Rehab aiding clinics and hospitals in treating people with disabilities. This is what families, friends, and people with disabilities should be researching and searching for because life coaches can provide motivation and inspiration to overcome illnesses. Sudden fear overwhelms us all but it is a meditation on the positivity that bridges the gap to hope. We cannot be afraid to ask for help and get help on things that are important to us. We must let nothing stop us from reaching our goals because our goals define us and our lives.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Psyche
I Accepted my BPD with a Tattoo.
I’m doomed. I should leave. How far can one go with £34 in the bank? These were my diary entries on the night I googled Borderline personality disorder. It had been a difficult year. I was 24, living in London and heartbroken. I had this gorgeous creature, who said he loved me and wanted to build a future with me at his side. Something, inside me, convinced me he was lying. An intense fear that he would abandon me engulfed me & I broke his heart by constantly pushing him away. Until that evening, sat down in front of my laptop, typing my fears into Google I’d never had any explanation as to why I was wired to fear a connection.
By Suzie Harper5 years ago in Psyche
