Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
My Story
I like to think I'm writing this because I want to reach out and help others who are also suffering but the reality is that I'm writing this because I'm hoping it will help me. Maybe if I publicly write it'll help me heal. Maybe being slightly more open about my pain will help me find some sort of healing. I don't know.
By Megali Elpida8 years ago in Psyche
Signs You Might Have Bipolar Affective Disorder
Most people know about depression, but don't realize that there are certain kinds of mental illnesses that can have depression appearing in cyclical ways. The vicious cycle in question is known for its extreme highs and extreme lows — and it's known as Bipolar Affective Disorder, or just Bipolar Disorder.
By David McCleary8 years ago in Psyche
Depression
What is depression? Is it having sadness that consumes you everyday? Is it thinking you aren't good enough for anyone in your life? Maybe it's feeling so alone and misunderstood that you feel as though you're slowly drowning in the middle of an ocean with no one for miles to hear your cries for help.
By Rachael Wilson8 years ago in Psyche
Why I Took Adderall for My ADHD
I was homeless at 18, meaning I was still quite interested in drugs, due to my age and situation. Not "hard drugs" like opiates and narcotics, rather legal (controlled) prescription medications. I had smoked marijuana at the age of 15 during my sophomore year of high school. That being a young age for a boy living in a wealthy household. Of course I can only assume.
By Samuel Martin8 years ago in Psyche
What is Cognitive Behavioral Therapy?
Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, or CBT, has become a hot topic in the world of mental health. It's been called a breakthrough form of therapy that could easily help the people who are suffering lead a better life. Many have also begun to credit CBT for improvements to their depression, anxiety, and PTSD.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart8 years ago in Psyche
Alone
I woke up, staring into the eyes of my fear. I feared one day I'd be alone, by myself with no one to hold at night when the earth is in its darkest moments. I hated waking up to reality. It failed me every time, I mean it's not like reality ever pulled through. I never felt so empty inside, even when I would walk the streets of Manhattan, I still had the people of New York to keep me company. Well less company more surrounded with people that cared less about my well being. It was better than having no one around. Not even a pet, or a child to call my own. I was alone, and I would stay alone until my death bed. For this I believed, no matter what happened or who came into my life.
By Macaila Blalock8 years ago in Psyche
