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Hallways
I was staring out the glass partition window, and I had felt my arm hairs pull. It was something sticky on my arm, and as I looked down, I saw my hospital bracelet. Placed a bit too tightly, and pulling on the fine hairs. It was annoying more so than painful. The tech asked me if the information on it was correct. Which was something she should have done in the beginning. My last name was wrong. She had typed ‘Bonnevon,’ and not ‘Bonneval.’ I asked her to fix it, and she didn’t know how. We asked the techs who had taken inventory of my belongings earlier, they didn’t know. Every tech we asked, didn’t know how to change my name! She said “I will find out soon, and we will get it taken care of.” I just nodded as if to say “Yeah okay.” Inside I was rolling my eyes at the lack of knowledge these techs had. I began to wonder if they were even trained. I was sent back in the waiting room, and about five minutes later, I was called by a tech. We started making our way through door after door. We finally stopped at a door with a sign that read “Women's Hall.” I thought it a bit odd that they called it a hall and not a “ward” or “wing.” It wasn’t until the door opened that I saw why they called it a hall. It was just that. A straight, narrow hall. With no windows, and nothing but locked doors. The doors were heavy, and had the small vertical windows in them. You couldn't see much looking through them. We began walking down the hall and all I could see was a cart, and a small chair with yet another tech just sitting there holding what looked like a phone.
By Rachel Bonneval7 years ago in Psyche
Think of It Over and Again. Top Story - October 2018.
There was a day when a conversation between me and my father arose, how it did I have already forgotten, but the importance of it was the perspectives we had on the subject. I would say that by the end of it, I was left with an open opinion to it.
By Guadalupe Barragan7 years ago in Psyche
Feeling Lost
Everyone I have encountered with in my whole life has felt lost in some way. Whether it be financially, academically, emotionally, etc. It’s a sucky feeling, but it’s bound to happen. If you’re feeling lost, or ever have, just know you’re not alone. I too have felt lost MANY times.
By Alyssa Baur7 years ago in Psyche
Interviews with a Big Black Broad: Session #6
Interviewer: Did you try any permanent cosmetic solutions as a result of your experience with BDD? BBB: I've wanted a nose job since I was about 7 years old. I also wanted lighter skin and straighter hair at that age. By the time I was 12, I wanted all those things, plus a short smaller, more feminine frame. Again, I was a foot taller and wider than my pubescent peers. I had been compared to popular football linesman and EVERY hairy farm animal on the planet. I just wanted out of my body one way or another. I prayed to God that one day, he'd turn me into one of the pretty girls. Later, I learned to avoid the mirror all together because He didn't seem to be listening. After my adolescent years, I couldn't seem to successfully accept or reject being ugly. I was stuck in a pattern of eluding myself, which became both confusing and petrifying. I was isolated: mind, body and soul.
By Anarda Nashai7 years ago in Psyche
Stigma
Hello, sorry I’ve taken longer to write then I planned. Here is story number three. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading my other stories. Honestly I never thought I would get tips, I was just hoping to make some money off of reads. But people are actually tipping me, WOW! Thank you very much! This story is going to be part of a series I’m writing named “Stigma.” As I write my stories, I am trying to write them in different tones. This one is more of a personal/technical tone. I am trying to find out what genre and what tone people respond to the most favorably. Then once that is discovered, that's how I’ll write more often.
By Eugene Shattuck7 years ago in Psyche
Progress, Not Perfection in the Cities
It all happens so fucking fast. One minute you’re swimming through a fiery field of frantic forever agos and the next minute, that memory has been paved over and turned into a parking lot of endless hopes and dreams and open ended anythings. Every thought you ever had of “I can’t” or “I’m not worthy of any shining star placed in front of me” suddenly bursts like an atomic explosion of a million diamonds dancing across Lake Calhoun as the blooming sun shines intently through every crested wave. I can see the surface now and I pray to god that I don’t get tangled in the weeds again. Because, while an escape from the reality of the shoreline can be freeing, you’ll eventually run out of energy and sink to the murky bottom trying to find where it was you were running to in the first place.
By Jordan Holt7 years ago in Psyche
What Depression Can Look Like
7/15/2018 I think I love people that don't love me because I'm scared of worrying people. The people that really care notice things, and they worry. But when all he loved was my body, it was easy to hide everything. I could continue destroying myself, I just had to be strategic where I took it out on myself. Short shorts and t-shirts can hide more than you'd think. When you don't go on dates, it's easy to hide that you aren't eating. I could pretend to be okay for an hour or two each day, it was easy. It was so fucking easy to just be a body. I wasn't depressed, I wasn't anxious, I wasn't relapsing. I was my body and that was it. He didn't care so he never noticed. And I think that's why I loved him so much, he cared about me as much as I cared about myself.
By Stormy Robertson7 years ago in Psyche
Self-Confidence
I don't know when it started. I just know that I've always lacked self-confidence. For 29 years of my life, I've had this little girl inside of me who likes to hide in a corner and hope that no one sees her. She would love to be a butterfly, but she doesn't know how.
By Toni Velagic7 years ago in Psyche
