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Most recently published stories in Psyche.
Connection
The deepest wounds we'll ever have to uncover we receive at such young ages. The pain we tuck away until adulthood haunts us, until we're forced to draw back the curtain and figure out how we'll heal the multiple cuts and wounds we carefully tucked away into our psyche.
By Jasira (Jah-Se-ruh) 4 years ago in Psyche
Why Do Trolls Troll
No doubt you've encountered them online. Mostly hanging out in forums and groups dedicated to specific subjects. You'll find them online in religious groups, political groups, and other specialized groups. They will be an anti-whatever group they are trolling. It's the cyber troll.
By Susan F Weimer4 years ago in Psyche
The Monster Called Anxiety
I know what’s coming. Sitting on the couch struggling with my shoes, I feel him creep up behind me, his cold and clammy fingers trailing up my arms and wrapping around my throat. I start to choke on the lump that forms there, and ice suddenly seizes in my lungs, turning them into the heaviest of bricks. Slowly he pushes up against me, melting into my skin and looking up at me with bewildered eyes. It’s a ritual, really. I can’t leave the house without him. Standing up, I exhale and try to suck air in again because, to be honest, he’s heavy. I practically have to drag him as he clings to my back, his damp breath puffing against my neck. I wrap a jacket tightly around us, and I shiver under the pressure despite the extra weight. I can’t do this, I think to myself. They’ll see him, or worse, they’ll see me. Everyone’s gonna stare. I knew that because of my disability, I wouldn’t be able to escape prying eyes. I would be the main attraction in this grand circus of life, even if only for the moment. Attempting another deep breath, I hesitate at the threshold, momentarily considering kicking off my shoes and crawling back into bed. I know I can’t as I need to go grocery shopping, but the thought is nice. Sighing, I make sure he is hidden well before opening my door and stepping out into the blinding sunlight.
By Courtney Bartz4 years ago in Psyche
An Open Letter
To the people who believed in me and those who did not, This letter may be one of the hardest things I have ever written. Distinguishing who was a good or great mentor from those who were not is a fine line. A line I learned after a few years in the U.S. Army. I learned you could not just dismiss those who get in your way, those who were bad leaders, bad mentors, or even just bad people. Everyone you meet has a role to play in your life and vice versa. You are either encouraged to be a better person by them or learn what not to be like. This is especially crucial to understand when you are growing up. However, most of us, myself included, usually do not have the life perspective and emotional maturity to realize this. I have learned this finally after 20 years of adulthood.
By Brian Pehrson4 years ago in Psyche
Choosing an Affordable Inpatient Drug Rehabilitation Treatments in Inglewood California
If you're a victim of addiction and want to find a way to get clean, you may be wondering if inpatient drug rehab in Inglewood, CA is for you. However, this type of treatment is available for those who need it most. While treatment in Inglewood will not take place in your home, you can still choose a location that's near you if your finances are an issue.
By Nerissa Lass4 years ago in Psyche
