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Letters never written (pts 2).
Trigger warning: Sexual abuse, Assault, under-aged sexual assault, minor assault, abuse. Please read at your own discression. No sexual details or descriptions are made. Only an incomplete account by memory and the afterthoughts of the abuse.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche
The amazing benefits of flowers on your health and your psyche
Think about when someone gives you a bouquet. Plants make you smile all day long and you can't wait to get home with them, put them in a vase and prolong the feeling.
By Imogen Bowers4 years ago in Psyche
Why I watched Words on Bathroom Walls
I have struggled immensely with mental illness since I was a teenager. I have had many diagnoses thrown at me from bipolar disorder to eating disorders, autism and others. I have never found a movie which accurately depicted the experience of mental illness without placing massive stigma on the behaviour and that also accurately depicted the treatment process and identified the helpful treatments from the unhelpful. This movie exemplified that compassion and showing love to those suffering mental illness is so important and in fact is the cornerstone in someones recovery and management of symptoms.
By Jen4 years ago in Psyche
I Made the Cut
I'm a scratcher. I scratch at ideas, hoping something will come of them. I scratch at dreams, wondering if they're real or just something I conjured up to satisfy my own sense of purpose.
By synrie4 years ago in Psyche
Letters never written.
My hands were shaking as I grasped the crinkled-up pages in my hands. My palms grew sweaty and I felt the heat leave my face, flushing me out. I never expected to receive this letter. But I have been waiting for it for years anyway. I call that anticipation anxiety.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche
Psally Psychosis
Psparkles Psychosis (part I) There was something about me he didn’t like. Well, I didn’t like anything at all about him. Of that I was certain. Those kind of eyes I don’t trust. The kind that dart away- scattersome… like roaches when the curtain lifts. Those make-me-nervous type eyes, those were the sort he had. Shifty-like. Unfond of meeting other eyes. Once self-certain, a hopeful young doctor, now a shell. Opaquely occluded with ghosts, for most of which, his mourning was vicarious. Once in a while shaken from his own ruminations, he actually listened, and heard the unfortunate lives most of his patients endured. Years of this emotional spew had deadened his interest wholly.
By C.J. Jaye4 years ago in Psyche
home, hope, harbour.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Among all the tumultuous tides in all the seas in all the world, there had never been a land quite like the Isle of Arevas. The somber horizon that lost itself in the ceaseless greys of its surrounding seas was a wondrous yet unappreciated sight, made evident through infrequent visitors’ appraising eyes. Arevas was all but inhabitable, left only to those that welcomed the piercing cold- or at the very least, made grave efforts to adapt to it. There were few that called it home, instead serving as an unwelcoming port for wandering landlubbers desperate to drift off the seas.
By savera s4 years ago in Psyche
fear, love, destroy.
I: FEAR 21. 11. 1977. A curious and inexplicable uneasiness held her in a vice. The chair is evil. Cursed. You’re crazy for letting him bring this into your home.
By savera s4 years ago in Psyche
Catalyst
CATALYST A time has come so momentous its necessity is terrifying. Decision time. I must utter decisions. Admit to them, own them, take responsibility for. But how to utter that which has always been unthinkable? Or perhaps denied because it has been unimaginable. The foundation stone of wishful thinking was firmly laid. We shaped a relationship around it: she and I. Creatively and with love, but there was a truth we avoided; and truth must eventually be spoken, or it corrodes, even the love and creativity. I have avoided confrontation. Leave well alone. But this moment has long lain coiled and waiting and I have sidestepped it. Just as I have sidestepped that coiled visitor sunning in the garden, our sanctuary. Do not disturb. It might uncoil and be calamitous.
By Alan Andrews4 years ago in Psyche
Creeping darkness
I’m not sure where you came from, or where you go. All I know is that you’re not welcomed here by anyone. I want you to leave, you're dampening the mood. Just pick up your stuff and leave. You make me hate myself, and everyone else. Doing literally anything hurts your muscles, almost like your body is fighting it. Why can't I leave you alone?
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Psyche
We're Two Years into a Pandemic and Our Mental Health is Sinking
In March of 2020, chaos emerged as a result of our first lockdown. As businesses began shutting down, alcohol sales rose to astronomical numbers and began taking over, 'comforting' millions of Americans. Unfortunately, this number increased over the months, showing the severity of abuse. After two years into the pandemic, has our mental health and coping improved? Or is it just as bad?
By Jen4 years ago in Psyche
Seeking self-acceptance through emotionally a(void)ant partners.
It started off with such passion and adventure. This relationship felt different than others. It felt right. Now it feels empty. What happened?
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche