Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
Before You Jump, Hang On
It's pretty insane how many people are developing, or have already developed, some form of a mental illness. It's almost like you can't even find someone who doesn't have some sort of anxiety or depression anymore. Following the most recent celebrity suicides of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain, it's very scary to think how many people on the edge might just be pushed over.
By Mike Dolman8 years ago in Psyche
5 Fears Caused by Anxiety Disorders
Anyone who suffers from an anxiety disorder will tell you that fear is as common as breathing to them. Sometimes I'll feel a fear response for absolutely no reason. My brain just decides that something must be wrong and therefore panic. Sometimes fellow sufferers like me will have fears of things we really shouldn't be afraid of, yet we panic nonetheless.
By Kitty Offria8 years ago in Psyche
How People Can Get Over Their Anxiety
My name is Andy and I'm going to be offering a story on my anxiety and how I got over it. I've decided to write about this because 28 percent of the world's population suffers from some form of anxiety or another. Those can range from social anxiety, OCD (Obssessive-Compulsive Disorder), Genralised Anxiety Disorder (GAD), and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
By Andy Midgley8 years ago in Psyche
Monsters in the Closet: How Drug Addiction Took Over My Life
I was the girl no one ever expected. The tiny, nerdy girl who always smiled and laughed but always kept to herself. I didn't go out. I didn't party. I didn't do normal teenage-get-into-trouble things. Even when I snuck out at night, it was to go to Sonic or McDonald's. I was boring, but drug addiction doesn't care about boring. It doesn't care about your personality, about your friends, or about you.
By Amanda Batson8 years ago in Psyche
What Led Me to My Suicide Attempt
My depression soon started getting really bad. It got so bad I started calling into my job saying I was sick. Eventually, I just ended up in bed phone off, lights off, curtains closed. All I wanted to do was sleep. I kept hoping to close my eyes, fall into a deep sleep, and not wake up. I refused to eat, go out, talk to people, and leave my room. I tried desperately to find anyone to talk to about what was going on. Still, everyone shut me out and told me my problems and issues weren’t important enough for them.
By Shae Thompson8 years ago in Psyche
I Think I Broke My Brain
I think I broke my brain. No seriously, I think it packed up its hamster and wheel and just bolted. For the last few days, I have been in a real fog. It has been like watching myself and everyone/thing around me from a 50-yard distance. I know what broke it too, but I am not sure on how to fix it. Well, the ways I have tried have not worked at least. The worst part is, the worse this fog gets the more I feel like I am failing. Perfect example just happened, middle of that sentence my brain decided it wanted to scream, “CRAP, THE LAUNDRY!” I had started it this morning and so far have not finished a whole load and it is now a little after 6 PM. Oh boy, what am I gonna do with my brain?
By Lilithea Adasia8 years ago in Psyche
What 2-1/2 Years of Sobriety Taught Me About ‘The Good Life’...
October 22, 2015. It’s the day I was arrested and my entire life as I knew it changed. I was screaming inside as the police officer slapped the handcuffs on me and threw me in the back of his patrol car. Federal Fugitive From Another State was the original charge they booked me for... Felony Forgery came two days later as I was called from my cell to meet with a detective in full opiate withdrawal. This was my rock bottom.
By Angelica Friedrich8 years ago in Psyche
I Killed Myself Today
June 19th 2018 I killed myself today. It was harder than I thought. The last few seconds brewed an ice storm through my fingertips. The slit down my arm separated like the Red Sea. My vision was a camera trying to refocus as my tears, filled with everlasting sadness, drip onto my twin sized mattress that carried the memories of my mother tucking me in. Those memories also carry the last time I heard the words "I love you." Though, they were kind of hard to hear between the glass breaking against the wall and the sound of my mother's heart shattering when you slammed the door for the last time. She always said love never existed. And I believed her when she left me behind too.
By Madelena Martinez8 years ago in Psyche
