Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
ChildHood Trama
It was a beautiful day in Texas on this day, the sun was shining birds were chirping and the sports radio was blaring in the background. I thought to myself it was going to be a great day. Little did I know I was about to be in for long traumatic day. I quickly got up not wanting to be late for the bus which came at 7:20, and i started brushing my teeth looking myself up and down making sure there was no mistakes in my appearance or hygiene. Satisfied I ran downstairs in hopes that my father wasn’t there, realizing that he wasn’t I excitedly ran into the pantry to see what I could bring in my backpack to school with out him noticing.
By _TheBlackForeignMedia5 years ago in Psyche
Six Ways To Defeat Anxiety
Are you someone who struggles with anxiety on the daily? Does it plague your life and determine the choices you make? If you focus on and heavily influence your day to day life with a spiritual mindset, you can overcome this struggle with a little bit of patience.
By Lisa-Marie5 years ago in Psyche
Lets Have A Talk
All my life. That's how long I have struggled with my own personal depression issues. It wasn't easy to figure out and didn't take until I was almost 30 to figure out. That's how hard it is to actually diagnose depression. A lot of people wont talk about it because of that. There's many reasons that people either wont talk about it or try the best they can to hide it. Some of those reasons include:
By L. A. Davis5 years ago in Psyche
You're Such A Teresa
My sister, Liz, has this thing she says to me, " You're such a Teresa." It's just a running joke between us that's about something I've done or said that she thinks is funny like when I decided I'm not interested in finding out what my real hair color is but for some reason lately I've been thinking about what , " A Teresa" is.
By Teresa Wegrzyn5 years ago in Psyche
Kleenex, but make it fashion
It was my very first time at a psychiatrist’s office, and I was stuck in the bathroom. Literally. I couldn’t open the door. I had found a private doctor who seemed to be living in the back of her Upper West Side brown stone office. It was clear that, as her first patient of the day, I had gotten there after someone had just taken a shower- the clear shower doors were still wet. The dampness must have made the wooden door swell…either that, or this was some elaborate psychological experiment that the doctor does with new patients. I decided to stay calm and not scream. (I mentally awarded myself a gold star for that one.) After several labored tugs, spaced out with calm, deep breaths, I managed to yank the door open, practically propelling myself backwards onto the toilet. No one saw that. I sauntered back into the waiting room nonchalantly. That particular doctor was a no-nonsense Russian lady who didn’t understand why I was emptying her entire Kleenex box, and why I couldn’t have been smoother during some recent social situations (situations where a box of Kleenex was unfortunately not around.) However, she gave me my first dosage of Prozac and (*gasp) Klonopin. Woo! I felt much better! (Oh, sorry I should have mentioned, I have depression and anxiety. I’m usually feeling something strongly… if I’m really depressed, my anxiety tries to compete for the attention, and vice versa. It’s fun.). I stopped seeing that doctor because her office was incredibly disorganized, and they were making it hard for me to get a refill; and getting medication from her was literally why I was seeing her.
By AmberRose Dische5 years ago in Psyche
How I was taught to have and live with anxiety
For me, anxiety has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. These days while I am on my journey to obtain internal healing I am confronted with imagery, snap shots and even movies of different experiences that I've had that has single handedly shaped anxiety to be what it is in my life. With all things there is a root. A beginning. A starting point. An introductory point. Pre-vision if you will. I remember when I was around 3 or 4 years old being in an environment that was not necessarily safe for kids to grow up in and I remember being in bed at night with the lights being off and my room being completely dark. Even in darkness I could see a dark figure with a brimmed hat on approaching me. Fear paralyzed my body as my breathing became more rapid and tears filled my eyes. I don't remember what happened after that, but to this day I remember the feeling of fear,uncertainty, hopelessness, confusion and not being able to breathe. Needless to say, I have felt those same feelings throughout my childhood and it has followed me all the way into adulthood.
By Anjanette Yancy5 years ago in Psyche
