Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
A Self-Care Guide
Sometimes, you go through so much it affects you in ways you can't even begin to explain. And if you're lucky, you have "your person" to talk to. But even with a support system, you may feel like you don't want to share too much, afraid that your person might begin to feel what you're feeling too deeply, or afraid that you can't trust that whomever you pour your heart into won't judge you and walk away. I know that feeling all too well as it's happened to me over and over again.
By Aurea Gonzalez8 years ago in Psyche
My Depression
Depression is a hard thing to go through. I have been through depression since I was really young. When I lost my grandma in 2002, and my grandpa in 2012, I felt so miserable and depressed. I felt like I lost two of my best friends. I was really close to my grandparents. When I lost my grandma, I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. And I also was getting into a lot of trouble at school. I skipped school and my attitude was very horrible. Then, I was sexually assaulted from when I was 7 to 16 years old. My depression got worse and worse by the minute. I thought nobody loved or cared about me at all, because people I trusted with my life would hurt me. It was hard for me to trust other people in my life. When I started dating my husband, he would try to hold me or try to get close to me. But I would always push him away because I just got out of a very abusive relationship before I started dating him. I was so scared that my husband would hurt me just like my ex boyfriend did. But he was so patient and kind with me. It took me about a good year to finally let him get close to me.
By Shante Hernandez8 years ago in Psyche
A Crazy Writer
A Reflection On a whirlwind high… I had been published—a thought that had became foreign to me. An achievement that I have often compared myself to others in judging what it meant to be successful. In any field that I find an interest or passion in, I begin to compare my desires to others. Yet, on a manic high, I decided to take the very thing I have kept private and expose it to the world—that I have a love for the arts, writing being my passion, and I wanted to share with everyone and anyone…who would listen. Normally, I would start to worry about opinions that others may have in reading something as raw and as deep as my blogs, poems, or stories. The worry feeling would become so suffocating that I would then retreat back into the “shadows,” never to be heard from again. However, I took one note that my mania behavior causes me to believe; that, in the act of determination and being carefree, inhibition would be thrown to the furthest wind and continue to stay there. After some time, I would return back to reality and I would do anything to rectify the actions that had occurred. In my writing, I had gone against that thought and just allowed everything I had written to float around the net in hopes that someone—or anyone—would understand where I was coming from, be shocked, laugh, or even take heed to what I had written.
By Jay Williams8 years ago in Psyche
5 Ways to Help with Mental Health Breakdowns
The majority of the people I have met in my life do not know what to do during a mental health crisis. And from what I heard from others who go through mental health issues like myself, this is the norm. Stigma is no longer an issue -- the issue now is that our allies are not equipped with the right tools to help. It took my romantic partner 3 months of being constantly by my side to finally learn what I needed during my breakdowns. There was little that the Internet could provide for him.
By Aelita Yoon8 years ago in Psyche
Three Days Ago
What was I doing three days ago? Bailey sat at her desk pondering. She cannot even recall what she ate for breakfast; how was she expected to remember what she had been doing three nights ago? She had been sitting in the same spot for an hour, reading and going over the letter that rested in front of her. She peered over at the alarm clock on the stand. 10:02 am Michael would be calling her, he regularly called her in the morning. He insisted it was because his day could not commence till he heard her voice but she learned he was checking in on her. Bailey needed to find her cellphone. It was not plugged in next to her bed like it typically was.
By Bailey Schooley8 years ago in Psyche
Medication Taking as the Key to Success
Taking my medication daily is something I do without thinking about it. I mean, I do not skip doses like many people I know. I chose medication since it helps regulate my body as well as my power. Without my meds, I’d be in bad shape. Skipping my medication could frankly kill me. I don’t get people who do this. I dump people like that. I can’t stand people who refuse medication on top of that. Stubborn people who refuse to take any medication. When a friend asks me why, I am at a loss for words. I stay friends with my stable friends.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Psyche
Dreaming of Escape
"And in the end, we lie awake, and we dream of making our escape." A beautiful lyric from Coldplay's Death & All His Friends (or perhaps more accurately, from the hidden track "The Escapist"?) That line comes to my mind often, sometimes when I least expect it. I think it is one of the most beautiful sentences and is performed so beautifully by the band.
By Violet Simone8 years ago in Psyche
I Get Knocked Down
Lately, I have felt like it has been one thing after another. Like I am one of those Bobo toys that you hit and it just pops right back up or a Weeble that wobbles but it doesn’t fall down. I have cried, stayed up nights overthinking everything and been irritable and cranky at even the best of times. Add a stressful job and family troubles to that mix and it becomes a feat of strength to even get out of bed in the morning.
By Erica Hale8 years ago in Psyche
