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Most recently published stories in Psyche.
Life of an Addict (Pt. 7)
Like I said, my parents knew I was into something. I think my dad was a little wiser to what I was actually doing than my mom was. Or maybe my mom just didn't want to admit that her baby boy was a heroin addict. So, my dad asked me what I wanted to do. I had heard about a methadone clinic that was in another state, about an hour and 10 minutes away from where I lived. I made a few calls and found out you had to pay $200 up front, and $11 per day to receive your daily dose of methadone.
By Fellow Knee7 years ago in Psyche
Battle Against Addiction
Substance abuse is a huge issue and has been growing over the years. It is an issue that has been increasing over the year. With huge imports from other countries and ease of access it has made it easy to get a hold of and influence many people. Huge issues that involve this situation are people that are concerned about the money and power (usually someone that is involved in a gang), people find themselves involved with the wrong crowd and get drugged down, growing up around it, and not seeing there is a problem before it is too late. This is a huge issue for me because I have family members that suffer from drug abuse. From an early age, I witnessed it firsthand. My mother was an addict, my father was addict, and my brother was an addict.This topic strikes close to home for me and I am sure I am not alone. It has haunted me for many years and I have never been able to get away from it. The amazing thing is it never affected me.
By Shane Cook7 years ago in Psyche
Life of an Addict (Pt. 6)
I guess I looked at this as graduating. I went from prescription pain pills to what was looked at as the worst drug there was. You never think your gonna end up the way you do, when you're using. I mean, an addict knows what their doing is not right. It's not the smartest thing to be doing either. But, the euphoric feeling you get every time you use, always seems to put those rational thoughts, on the back burner.Young you know, deep down, that what your doing is wrong. I remember telling myself, "this feels to damn good to be bad." Of course when you're sick, or chasing that fix, your mind races, your anxiety goes through the roof and you ask yourself, "why the hell can't I just stop?" But you know, that once you score, no matter what you had to go through to make it happen, it was worth it to you. All those worries and bad mental and physical feelings are going to go right out the window. The thought of how that fix is going to make you feel, keeps you doing whatever it is you do, to experience that feeling every single day. More than once a day if at all possible. Yeah! I had truly became an addict. I’m sure, by the definition of an addict, I had been one for longer than I had admitted. That was one thing with me, I was never one to deny that I had a problem. At least not after I had gotten to the point where my parents knew what I was doing. They always told me that if I ever needed their help, all I had to do was ask. Of course, I didn't believe them at first. What parent doesn’t want to know exactly what’s going on in their kids lives?
By Fellow Knee7 years ago in Psyche
Demons of the Mind
My youngest daughter wrote this and asked me to post it. *** I'm terrified of questions. I'm terrified of being asked questions. I hate being asked questions and having to come up with a fake answer just so I won't be bothered. I want to do good. I want to be able to say that I'm a good person. I want to be able to say that I'm proud of who I am. I want to say I'm happy and be telling the truth.
By Michelle Frank7 years ago in Psyche
Living with an Anxiety Disorder
About Anxiety... I have suffered from an anxiety disorder ever since my early teens (I am now in my early forties), before such conditions were commonly diagnosed or recognized and over the years I have learnt a few strategies that are often (but not always) helpful in managing my condition.
By talia mason7 years ago in Psyche
The Life I Never Asked For (Pt. 2)
I had sat a year in the juvenile prison, I was considered a repeat offender and a criminal. I honestly didn't care, because I was safe. I sure did my fair share of dumb things, and getting myself a criminal record just to screw myself over was one of the worst. While I was there, I had a lot of time to think about my life. The fact that my so called family never visited just made my hatred so much worse for them. I knew I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to do drugs anymore. I wanted a happy and clean life.
By Kay Mellinger7 years ago in Psyche
Trauma Part Four
Please click this link to read preceding articles. Plateau For a while I felt stuck. I didn’t feel like I was getting better. The anxiety that lives in my chest is still ever-present. I was talking to Saya, my therapist, about a lot of things that were happening currently instead of digging into my past. I felt I made significant mistakes. I should have cut all ties with anyone connected to my ex, but I just couldn’t pull the trigger with some friends I’d made. They didn’t do anything wrong and I had relationships with them outside my ex. But realistically, I’ll never see them again. Maintaining any connection to my ex is distressing, but so is the thought of cutting ties.
By Hecate Jones7 years ago in Psyche
Life Was Such a Blur
For so many years, I would party and do insane things. I was a risk taker, impulsive, didn't care about the consequences of my actions, and never cared who got hurt. I was a delinquent. I had no respect for my parents or any adult authority. I was heading down a path I never knew existed.
By Kay Mellinger7 years ago in Psyche
