Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
Thoughtful Gifts for People with ADHD
Choosing a gift for someone with ADHD can be tough. You don't want to give them something that they don't like or need. Instead, you want to gift that person a really thoughtful present that they would love and constantly use. Something that can even help them with their constant fidgeting, lack of concentration, or can be a form of calming down.
By Rachel Blanchard8 years ago in Psyche
Dating a Narcissist? Let Me Help
As children, we all dream of the fairytale life. We dream of Prince Charming that’s going to sweep us off of our feet. For innocent souls, we had it all planned out; Dating, marriage, kids, growing old together, etc. But, unfortunately, life doesn’t happen that way for some, and those it does happen to are actually pretty lucky!
By Holly Rice8 years ago in Psyche
5 AM City Lights
She belonged to the city. Her heart burned for the city lights and for her nothing was prettier than empty streets and cold wind and lights shining over her skin at 5 AM. Walking until her feet hurt, discovering new coffee shops and just sitting down at a bench and watching people get lost in their busy lives when she just let her mind wonder. Her world was a mess, so she lost herself in a wonderland of madness. Madness that was put together with skyscrapers, high heels and brief cases clinging and swinging as free spirits protested with their shirts off. She was a wanderer.
By Zeynep Kivanc8 years ago in Psyche
Escape Room
Everybody has their own exit door to reality, a place where nobody can find us, a place that not a soul knows about. This place might create itself while someone might play video games, sometimes it might be when a person listens to music and well, why not when someone’s writing?
By Catherine Savard8 years ago in Psyche
The Truth About PPD
The feeling you have during pregnancy, of fullness and joy, doesn't always stick after the baby is born. When I was pregnant with my son, it was the happiest time in my life. After having multiple miscarriages, all I could think about was what a miracle this was. I couldn't believe I was finally going to have the baby I had always wanted. I had longed so long to be a mother and share a special bond with a tiny human I had created. All this joy just filled my body and soul. Even though my pregnancy wasn't the easiest, I was still so engulfed with joy. Feeling him kick me and have the hiccups was the best thing in the world. I couldn't wait to finally kiss and hug and hold this little boy that I had waited nine long months to meet.
By jade hewes8 years ago in Psyche
'You're Fine'
As a child, I grew up in a suburban town north of Atlanta. This town was affluent, high achieving, and expected a lot from the people that lived there. It was always a constant struggle to always be the best and have to constantly compete with everyone else. Showing vulnerability and weakness was not something that was widely accepted, especially when judgement was always being passed around. As a child, many concerns of mine were overlooked until I had made them so adamant to take them upon myself to get them dealt with. For all my family knew, I was your average white suburban boy just going through the motions of life. Little did they know, I was a severely anxious homosexual with trust issues, and in need of attention. I had a rocky relationship with my father after he had cheated on my mother with my current stepmother and was a perpetual liar. I never knew whether I could count on the things he would say or if they were going to come to fruition. He loved promising things that he knew he could never deliver, which was the worst part. As I had gotten older, the animosity between my older sister and my father had started to seep into my life as well. I became less naïve when it came to believing things that he had said. His grand ideas of taking us on cruises and beach vacations were never going to come true and I finally had to realize that.
By Jack Peterson8 years ago in Psyche
Pursuit of Happiness Manifested From Sadness
Growing up, my idea of happiness was not what I thought at all. For me, happiness was surrounding myself with a crowd; it was hanging out with people so I wouldn't be bored. It was spending money on things I didn't need because I felt like I would fit in.
By Jillian deegan8 years ago in Psyche
PTSD: My Journey
I am a survivor. I learned very early in life to protect myself, to stand up for myself, to kick the bullies to the curb. I am described as a very strong person. I know that I am strong, but wow, there comes a time when even the strongest of us just want to curl up and cry, to be comforted instead of always being the one who comforts. The onset of depression started in 2004, but being strong, I refused to acknowledge it. I would not admit to myself that I was depressed, damned if I would admit it to a doctor, friend, or co-worker. I learned to hide it, to "fake" being happy, being content, loving life. I hide this very well for six years.
By Leah Whalen8 years ago in Psyche
