Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
Earth Shattering
Have you ever felt your heart breaking so deeply you can look in the mirror and see the earth quake that's ripping your soul apart? Nothing was supposed to be this way, this wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. There is no going back, There is no making it right. No more I love you, no more long nights..
By T Christine8 years ago in Psyche
Self Harming
In this essay, I’m going to briefly discuss and hopefully alter your perspective on certain aspect of the mental ‘illness’, typically termed “Self Harming” or “Self Harming Behaviour”. I present three interrelated points, the literal definition of the word, its nature within reality, and finally a brief juxtaposition with the Taoist Yin Yang notion.
By Ashley Kent8 years ago in Psyche
Chasing the Spoon
I have been dreaming about sharing my story for quite some time now. There have been internal battles on whether or not to share it with the world. I had fear of being judged, ridiculed, laughed at, etc. There is such a stigma placed on addicts, alcoholics, and criminals, and with good reason too. My goal in starting this blog is to lift that stigma. I know that I cannot do that with everyone in the world. But if I can allow just one person to see recovering addicts, alcoholics, and criminals in a different light then my job is done.
By Olivia Scott8 years ago in Psyche
Hold On a Little Bit More
Normal people don’t understand depression. I don’t understand it either, but I can at least say how it feels, and how it has affected me. Someone would say, "hey, you’re just sad," or, “it’s not a big deal, go and pray to Jesus and it will pass." However, what I think when they say that is: “Jesus” doesn’t have a magic pill, you know? And IF he exists, he probably hates me.
By Mariposa Blanca8 years ago in Psyche
Finding Peace in My Anxious Self
It's now two hours since I should have gone to a voluntary work placement. Two hours of peace? Am I ill? I feel disabled. Disability is not an illness but when anxiety strikes or in this case seeps into my thoughts, my body is stricken. No decisions are made except ones of retreat.
By Lesley Anne Armour8 years ago in Psyche
Leave Well Enough Alone
Winter has been long and cold, and not just with the weather. No, this year there was a lot of emotional turmoil going on in my life with the relationships I have had. It is through these difficult times which we find ourselves growing or backsliding.
By Vanessa Cherron Riser8 years ago in Psyche
Our 1st Encounter
My body was a little shaky, but you approached me so confidently and immediately I was filled with a desire of interest. I had seen you with my friend, although it didn't feel right to be with you after her, I went for it, she persuaded me. I looked at you intensely, trying to see why so many had bragged about the way you had made them feel. So many others had spoken of their devotion to you, and that un-nerving need to always have you around. I too needed you, I grabbed you and took you in. I was feeling you for the first time, you had entered my body, immense feelings rushed from head to toe, every single cell in my body was feeling an unfamiliar pleasure almost unreal. The room in which we were in had once fully been lit, but now it seemed dark and a little chill, as all I could feel was you. It was an instant love for me, from that day on you knew as well as I did, no one could or would break us apart. You had made me feel alive, that part of me I needed to feel complete. My heart was pounding, my body full of sweat and shaking, although suddenly, my fears were no more. Every part of me took you in, you came in slow and took your time, making sure that my first time would be unforgettable. The room we made our sanctuary, a sacred place for you and I. I remember she watched but not for a second did I feel shy, I think I blocked her out altogether, I really didn't care who was there. The night came quickly and although morning was around the corner, I grew weary of having to let you go. But you promised me everything would work itself out! Promises~ Promises of always of being by my side, promises of healing the worst of all my pain, you promised to always put me first and never let me down. You promised in this walk of life I would not walk it alone, you said you would go with me to my grave, you promised you would be my light in my darkest time. I believed all your promises. What a night, strangers we were no more, every day, everywhere in front of anyone. I wasn't ashamed of you and you kept me on a high. Every day you made me find a new strength, you awoke new passions; you let me explore hidden traits I didn't know I had. A once, young girl afraid of the unknown, you had made a woman, strong and tall, unafraid of people's cynical ways and I now walked in a confidence that stood out far more than anyone in the crowd. I loved you and I was sure you loved me back, I was never going to let you go and I knew how bad you wanted me to hold on. I had finally found perfection in my life, a purpose, you became my strength, hope, endurance, confidence, loyalty and above anything else, you became my life. It was easy to tell I was deep in your hold; people suddenly were intrigued by me and why not? You gave me that confidence to show the talented, beautiful, desired woman who held her head high. One night with you and you altered all I would become, my morals, my common sense, all I had known was no longer what I knew. I was far more than just another one of your girls; no, you had truly made me your number one. Thirteen long years of complete loyalty between you and I, and I would settle for nothing less. And then suddenly, I awoke from this fairy tale fantasy relationship you allowed me to create in my mind. Something awoke deep within me, The fire I once felt you light had simmered and when the smoke started clearing I was finally able to see the real you. So why was I deceived and misled, manipulated and taken advantage of? You failed to mention to me in all your promises, that you would be making these same promises to others. You failed to tell me how the pain you promised to take away, you would one day replace even more. Or your promise to never let me down, oh that one you kept by being the one putting me there, making damn sure I felt the worst of all my pains. You had mentioned going to the grave with me, but you never mentioned how it would be you that would put me there. How only I wished we were still strangers, how much I regret that day we meet. I should have walked away, why didn't I stand my ground? You tainted my world, you tore me from my family and kids, robbing me of all my hopes and dreams. All you did was bring me broken promises I was misled in thinking you were something you were not. The life I chose to lead with you, was your reality never mine. How foolish of me to compromise who I am and naively fall victim to your ways. How could you do this to me? Why do I even ask! This is you, and your only purpose is to make people believe they need you as if they can’t live without you, willing to compromise who they are, just for you. You thrive off their need to have you, their dependency they rely on you fulfilling, becoming manipulated by your charm that they will go to any extent to have you. I have been struggling to stay away from you trying to restore whatever life I have left. I don't wish for anyone to come across you and blindly take part in what will ultimately become their biggest regret. So to what name do I refer you by as you go by many? A deceiver, manipulator, a con artist. Illusionist, a drug? Or those charming names I once ignorantly would say, my love, charming, perfect my other half, my way of life, my happiness. Those of you that have been caught in his twisted and sick ways, ask god to help you find way, far from something that stands for nothing. But for me your name will always remain as is... methamphetamine.
By Pink Martinez8 years ago in Psyche
The Struggle of Being an Introvert and an Extrovert
Introvert: A shy, reticent person. Extrovert: An outgoing, overtly expressive person. These personality types are ones that we are all familiar with. They seem so black and white, but what if you are like me and are in that gray area in between? Being both an introvert and an extrovert can get confusing at times when trying to explain your emotions to others or even trying to understand them yourself.
By Josie Elizabeth8 years ago in Psyche
My Battle With Mental Health Issues
Before We Get Started This is going to be a long article. It's been incredibly hard to write. I've had to delve deep back into a frame of mind I've thankfully not had to deal with as frequently as I did in this article. This is very much my story. Make yourself a cuppa. You'll be here for a while.
By Peter Ellis8 years ago in Psyche
My Depression, Anxiety, and Truth
Recently, I wrote a post on my personal Facebook page about depression. I touched on the fact that depression is not merely the feeling of being sad, but in and of itself, much more than that. This "thing" we call depression rears its head in other forms. Forms such as, anger, isolation, anxiety, the feeling of being overwhelmed or underwhelmed, darkness, emptiness, paranoia, and sometimes even feeling like you are drowning in a deep, dark sea and you can see no "hope" of a light in the distance to be saved.
By Wynter Snowe-Gem8 years ago in Psyche
