Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
Burning Art
The ghosts from my "closet" attacked me and tried to eat me, alive. All of my overlooked emotions, fed up with being shoved to the corner for ages, surged up in all their vengeful power to haunt me. My body, unable to fend back, fell ill, and took the metaphor of bleeding itself out, a little too seriously. I seriously needed to start expressing this internal battle within me onto something external; so that my body would quit wanting to manifest everything physically...
By Elyssa Maridueña7 years ago in Psyche
Dealing with Mental Health
In the shower I was lathering up with a smile on my face. The bubbles rose from the surface of the sponge and floated gently to the bathtub floor as I attempted to pop them. I was content from the warm steam surround me and what I felt to be the best decision of my life. I decided to finally kill myself that weekend. After years of self hatred and declining faith in my abilities to handle being a functional adult, I decided the best course of action was a bottle of hard liquor and whatever pills I could find in my parents' bedroom. It had been a long time coming but I suspected it would reach this point sooner or later. How did it start? Well, that is hard to say.
By Kendall Earl7 years ago in Psyche
Eating Disorders
Eating Disorders – What can be done? Eating disorders are, for the sufferer, painful and isolating. They can make an individual feel miserable in their own skin, lower their self-confidence, and make them believe that there is something wrong with them. According to BeatEatingDisorders.com, eating disorders effect around 1.25 million people in the UK alone, and the numbers are rising. Can anything be done? The best way to begin to solve a serious problem, is to understand it and how it effects victims individually, who is at risk, and finally how to support and help the people suffering.
By Renee Quailey7 years ago in Psyche
Pain
The cold and sharp pain of a razor against skin was the only thing that kept me sane. I was young, too young to feel like I was worth nothing. I was in 7th grade when I first picked up the razor blade from my step-dad's toolbox. I knew my intention and I was going to do it. The girls in my 6th grade class did it—it had to be cool, right? Oh, how wrong I was. I was naive, broken, distraught. I felt like I deserved the pain when I knew I didn’t. Most people would've said that I was looking for attention—oh, how wrong they were. I did everything in my power to hide it from everyone, especially my parents, and the thigh was the most ideal spot, easily hidden by pants.
By Breann Elizabeth7 years ago in Psyche
When the Mind Begins to Cave
When the Mind Begins to Cave To Whomever This May Concern, or Rather, Reach First, I am alive. Alive but not well. Stranded but still clinging to the idea that help will save me; thus, releasing me from this toxic hell hole I now know to be home. There have been virtually no signs of life on this mysterious island and I have merely nicked the surface that holds the secrets in place. This place is filled to the brim with signs of unreachable new life and species. However, all around me is silence. Silence so deep it becomes maddening, which only seems to speed up the arrival of my demise. Nights so cold you simultaneously feel relief and desperation with every breath you take. Days that are truthfully too complicated to even describe. You could say that I am going insane, but truth be told, I was never “normal.” And, since I am confessing, this is no island of reality. This is a nightmare of tangled thoughts and distorted dreams. Well, that’s what I tell myself anyway…It’s simply easier this way; to lull myself into a false sense of security. A “naked” reality as I deem it to be. Rather than lie to the world and pretend that all is grand.
By Abigail Teff7 years ago in Psyche
My Dark World
When I had my first memory, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. Despite what everyone told me about how beautiful life was, I had a different view. I had my heart broken when I was so young. Not by a boy, but by the cruelness of the world that I'm living in. I'm living in a world where people think that if you are different then you are not accepted in society. If you are different, no matter how smart you are you'll never go anywhere.
By LifeWithOut Sun7 years ago in Psyche
Chill Out!
All my life I grew up always striving to be the best at whatever it was that I was doing. Whether it be at sports, in school with my grades, or at work. Recently, me knowing what I’m capable of pretty much ended up with me suffering three anxiety attacks in three months, not sleeping well, multiple migraines, and a whole bunch of other stuff; I didn’t want to admit it but I was burnout. Something I thought I would never go through. I’ve only had panic/anxiety attacks whenever I’m in a car due to a past car accident that traumatized me for life.
By Angela Fernandez7 years ago in Psyche
Left or Right Brain Dominant?
Understanding how your brain works can definitely help you to understand why you tend to act differently than your friends and family in certain situations. Knowing that you are right brain dominant and tend to be more intuitive and less logical than your left brain dominate friends can change the way you view life. If you are a right brainer working in a left brainer dominated workplace, you may feel like an outcast.
By Linda Paul7 years ago in Psyche
What Not Being on Meds Can Do to a Person
Not being on medication can destroy your life. Even if you feel you don’t need it, as a rapid cycling bipolar, I know I need medication and those who are the same don’t necessarily think to themselves, oh I need medication. By that I refer to my family who doesn’t take meds as well as others. Not having medication is something very dark to do to yourself. I have to wonder how untreated people think. As I used to be one, I have some idea. You think dark thoughts all the time. Death, suicide, funerals.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez7 years ago in Psyche
Dating Someone with Severe OCD
Like many of you, I had no idea what OCD really entailed until I started dating Lucy. In the beginning, I was oblivious, completely so. Years of friendship had not been enough for her to disclose the thing she was so utterly ashamed of. And now, having been with her a year, I understand.
By James Waters7 years ago in Psyche
