family
Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.
The Growing Truth About Our Youth
The first two years of an individual’s life span, known as the infancy stage, as well as the early childhood years, often thought of as the time between two and six years of age, contain an amazing amount of change and development for the body and brain.
By Megan Bald4 years ago in Psyche
An Open Letter to my Captors
I'm going to start this off by saying that I have no regrets for writing this, nor do I feel sorry for what I'm about to say. I no longer have to apologize to you for being who I am, and I no longer have to be ashamed of what I am.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Psyche
Healing Journal Entry One
I decided to create a "healing journal" that pretty much encompasses random things I realized as I matured. In a way, this journal will be a form of therapy for me and maybe something relatable for you. As a disclaimer, I am in therapy, and I am still working through a lot of concepts, but this is just another form of release for me.
By Monique Hendrix4 years ago in Psyche
STRESSORS
THE CHILDREN ARE ALIVE AND WELL, that one which called the move to relocate for his assistance is ALIVE and WELL. The needy diabetic is off the verge of excessive sugar and on to a balanced diet. The agonizing prostate cancer debilitation is over and past... he's gone to a better place. The lung infection and empathy felt for that sister, has gone on as well, and I won't be running to Milwaukee to rescue the children of the overnight party personality child of mine. Do I have time for life? No... registration for classes to finish a degree is choked off and I am no longer interested, the purpose is past... my empty nest situation is ended! That offer to go out on a date or two is put off because I need to "find my status in life." I need to figure out the limitations of my own health from accidents and injuries. It would be crazy to add someone to a wreckage of a life. My youngest is moving back home from college and bringing the girl he met there with him. They lost the baby but...
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Psyche
My Mother's Voice
I'll never forget my mother's last words to me right before she walked away and into the bathroom where she pulled the trigger on the .45 I had often seen my stepfather put to her head. She said, "How could you?" and walked away. The only other time I can recall my mother speaking directly to me was when she finally decided to leave my stepfather and we drove from CA to CO where my grandmother lived. We were on the highway listening to the radio when the song, "Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got love in my tummy and I feel like loving you," played and my mother sang it to me. It's the only time I remember my mother telling me that she loved me. By the time we arrived in Colorado my stepfather had already called my grandmother and threatened to kill every one of my family members if my mother didn't come back to him immediately.
By LiteUp MyLife4 years ago in Psyche
The Ego
At one point in the summer of 2012, I found myself lying on an old, torn up green couch in the living room of my friend’s shadowy apartment. Six or seven people I knew meandered about the room, dragging their feet as slow as their words and having conversations and arguments about absolutely nothing. Lying there, half of my face buried in the warmish cushion I remember moving my eyes toward a heavy curtain hung in front of a sliding glass door that led to a small patio, and staring at a pin hole that let a perfect streak of sunlight pierce itself on to the carpet. As I watched a small brown spider walk through the beam and then slowly disappear, I couldn’t help but relate to him in a way; Walking in circles, maybe never having known that there exists a far bigger world not a few feet away from him, yet remaining either too weak to truly attempt an escape or too fearful of the warmth of the sun, we both remained meekly incarcerated.
By Harper Riley4 years ago in Psyche
Joy of Darkness
Dear Pamela Joy, First off, I would like to say Thank You! for being You, and I love you. I want to be very clear, so that you are aware that I am not expressing my gratitude towards you because of your kind and loving ways. Nor am I giving thanks for your impressive sense of humor and quick wits. I have no desire to remind you of your stunning superficial beauty, or how impressive you are with the many talents you possess. You do set the bar quite high when referring to those characteristics.
By Phalan Lowry4 years ago in Psyche
Dear MJ
Dear MJ, I hope one day you come across this letter and it brings a smile to the face that you have passed down to your nephew. I hope that sometimes when I cross your mind, you smile and are proud of what has come to pass. I want you to know that I understand and I am proud of you for walking away and choosing your own peace over all others. To me you will always be the keeper of the trains and the little brother who ran into our room at night.
By brooke vecchi4 years ago in Psyche
Little Girl Lost
Once upon a time, there was a girl whose spirit had come to earth. Her heart was golden, but there was a high gate around it. Occasionally she would peek out timidly. But mostly she would hide, in her own little world. She was curious about the world outside, but also deeply afraid.
By Bridget Vaughn4 years ago in Psyche
