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Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.
Surface Pressure That Just Won't Stop
Disney Has Changed The Way They Make Me Cry As a child, I cried over the death of Bambi's mom. I hyperventilated in fear as a 5-year-old watching Snow White for the first time, and she ran screaming through the dark forest after the huntsmen tried to take her heart. I cried when the curse was broken for the Beast and he discovered love. When Dumbo was abused and mistreated and separated from his mother I sobbed. I forced myself to watch it until the end (I am a childhood abuse survivor, this movie was very triggering for me in a lot of ways) and found relief in the ending. But I refuse ever to watch it again - and I haven't shown my daughters that movie OR Pinocchio. I know those movies would trigger me to this day.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Psyche
So Close, And So They Begin, (An Excerpt) . Content Warning.
He heard the sound, the loud, pained moan. He stopped scraping the tree bark he was collecting. "Hello?" He called. "S-someone there?" He heard another soft groan. He started walking in the direction. As he got closer, the groans turned to whimpers. They came into clear view of each other. He tucked his book into his pocket, and crouched down, meeting the wounded deer in the bear trap at eye level. "Looks like you got yourself into a bit of a pickle." He scooted himself a little closer. The doe didn't move. "That looks like it hurts pretty badly." She let out a little whimper. "I can help you with that." He inched a little closer, reaching into his other pocket, pulling out a vial. He broke the wax around the cork. The doe remained still. He crept closer and closer.
By Tinka Boudit She/Herabout a year ago in Psyche
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks How I wish life were filled with glory and love, tales of how we succeed in every aspect of our life, emerging victorious in battles filled with animosity and sadness. Every mortal being experiences seasons of rise and fall, of light and dark, of pain and purpose, and defeat and victory.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Psyche
Brief moment of connection
My body is aching for healing. I need help, help to see how to get through the darkness. I’m searching but I just can’t seem to find what I’m looking for. I feel like I’m seeking for the keys to my success inside a pitch black room, desperately clutching at objects trying to find my way out. I feel like I’ve fallen into a hole and have no means to get out. I have lost my voice and lost myself. I need someone to come and help me out of here.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Psyche
Heaven in the Voice Room. Top Story - September 2024.
This will not be an official report. I will be keeping this in my private files. And I will remain anonymous. Mr. Defoe was one of the newer staff members, but he had already proven himself to be a very valuable asset at the school, covering for other absent teachers, finding lost files (actually discovered one behind a filing cabinet that was so old it was in one of the colours I had not seen in almost a decade), and creating his own lesson plans. With all of that work, the decision to put him in charge of our Voice Room seemed easy enough (the other teachers simply did not want the job, and he was too polite to say no).
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Psyche
