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.

Contradiction
Years ago on a summers evening I awkwardly shuffled to my room after what I had just witnessed. You had looked so ridiculous to my ten year old eyes, the worst part is that you had thought you were in the right.
By Lovely Lucia4 years ago in Psyche
Suicide Survival
I woke up crying. I feel my hospital bed moving. “What happened?”. I thought to myself. I stand up. I see my mom and I hug her, she looked so tired. I cried a little bit as the nurses transporting me waited patiently for me to get back on. They moved me to a different area, where the adults were. I was just 18 y/o so I was in peds when I first came in. “What were you thinking?” Asked my mother. Now I was confused. Was she really about to lecture me about suicide at the hospital? Can I go home first? Ugh! “Why did u attack the nurse?”. “I didn’t attack any nurse, what are you talking about?” I replied. I don’t know where my aunt went. I wasn’t sure of what time it was so I guess it must’ve been pretty late. “Yes you did! She came to put the IV in & you pinned her against the wall, smacked her, & choked her”. I couldn’t believe what she was saying. Hell, to this day; I can’t believe it. I cried harder. “Luckily she didn’t want to press charges”. “Where’s Beth?” I asked again. “Home with the girls”. I was calm now. She was home with my baby & Diana. I thought to myself, “How could I attack a nurse?” A different nurse came over to tell my mom she couldn’t stay because the hospital wouldn’t allow it since I was no longer in pediatrics. Great. We said our goodbyes and she promised she’d be back in the morning. Time to rest.
By Solibeth Nunez4 years ago in Psyche
Suicide Survival
I sat there for a few minutes. I felt fine. What I’m about to express, might be difficult to imagine but; this was my reality. So try. Now remember, I lived in a one bedroom apartment, the bathroom was two or three steps away from the bedroom. I had to pee, so I got up from the couch, used the restroom, cleaned myself; I picked up my underwear, flushed the toilet & stared into the mirror as I washed my hands. My eyes didn’t look the same. I smirked at myself in the mirror in a way I never have before. I walked into the bedroom, and there I was… Sitting on the toilet again. Cleaning myself. Picking up my underwear again, flushing, staring into the mirror, I washed my hands; and walking into the bedroom.
By Solibeth Nunez4 years ago in Psyche
Child Abuse- There is a Solution
“According to the World Health Organization, as of June 2019, an estimated billion children in all areas of the world between the ages of two and seventeen experience physical, sexual, or emotional violence or neglect each year.” Child abuse comes in a broad range of actions or behavior in which an adult brings harm to a child or children. It can also be neglect in which the needs of a child, such as nutrition, hygiene, health, and education are not met by the parents or other caregivers. Child abuse has no place in a kid’s life. With clear eyes and straightforward actions, we can and must give children a brighter and more peaceful future.
By Chad Cox4 years ago in Psyche
It’ll Never Happen to Me
”It’ll never happen to me.” That’s what I used to tell myself. Until it did. It happened. Suicide happened. To the last person I would have ever expected. That day will be engrained in my memory, and my famiily’s memories, forever. I was driving to CVS, in between petsitting and babysitting jobs. I know what families I was working for that day, I even know what I was going to CVS to buy. Everything after that for the next 12 hours is a blur. I know I went home, I know there was a lot of crying, and I know I was making calls and packing quickly so I could get to Maine. But I was numb. I was trying not to feel anything but feeling everything at the same time. I was heartbroken and in denial and angry. I just wasn’t able to process anything. Because I always told myself “it won’t happen to me.” But it did, and I had to face it head on.
By Hannah York 4 years ago in Psyche
5 Subtle Signs Your Partner Is a Narcissist
When your partner doesn’t pay attention to your feelings, you may wonder if he or she has some narcissistic traits. While some people occasionally show narcissistic tendencies, that doesn’t mean they are narcissists at their core.
By Kristina Segarra4 years ago in Psyche
Bare Branches
“I hate orange juice,” my grandfather exclaimed from his seat at the kitchen table. I sighed inwardly and continued to squeeze the freshly-cut orange slices into the glass.
By Shubhangi4 years ago in Psyche
My Dead Letter to You
To the boy that found me when we needed each other most, A week ago I was begging you to come see me in my dreams. Come give me the last goodbye I never got while you were still here. As the days went on I kept wondering why I hadn’t seen you, why you evaded my pleas. And then when I had almost given up on calling for you, there you were.
By Tyler Sunde4 years ago in Psyche
I Was So Mad At My Sister That I Almost Let Her Die
We're all one battle away from losing. Although I am the oldest, I never felt like the "big brother." Maybe because my sister was always very mature, tough and she never needed anyone. Most of the time people believed that I was the little brother.
By Mindsmatter.4 years ago in Psyche
Reflections - Chpater 2
Hearing that door close and lock behind me was, one of only 2 times in my life where I have been truly terrified. The other being in the delivery room for the birth of my first child. I knew the minute that I heard the lock turn over in the tumbler that my live was never going to be the same. I had "run away from home" several times in the 6 years since I had been adopted but I had always known that I had the opportunity to come home, and I would be welcomed with open arms. Now that was no longer an option and I just stood there for what felt like an eternity wondering exactly what I was going to do and where I was going to go. I guess here would be a good opportunity to discuss with you at least a part of my childhood. And with that I mean my adoption and the situation surrounding it.
By Timothy Kelley4 years ago in Psyche
My Best Friend and Sister
Sometimes being alone can really be the solution. In a world where my mind goes crazy, I just cannot stop thinking foolish fantasies. I was diagnosed almost a decade ago, and I still have trouble being cognitive to reality. My mind plays outlandish tricks on me and I feel like it’s me against the world. My mind makes me feel like everyone hates me. People are talking about me. When I was young, I thought it was my self-esteem, but no, this is what the doctors tell me is part of my mental illness. I am really messed up. It started when I found out my sister was hanging out with my best friend. That really crushed my soul because I thought that it was real-life bullshit, instead, it was fabricated in my mind. I wondered in my mind if they were plotting against me? Did I do something to hurt my best friend? Here goes my mental mind going over to ask, Was it true?
By Gina R (Gibana)4 years ago in Psyche
The Monster
She is pacing steady and harmlessly along the perimeter of our manufactured pond just outside my home. The sky is so ominous with a deep winter hue. I can see her from the window. I hide behind my computer, pretending I have not seen her there. She distracts herself by throwing rocks along the frozen surface, keeping suspicions low and uneventful. Her movements are calculated and very intentional. I don't know if she is waiting to see if I will walk out the door or when to invite herself over. Her timing has always been at my worst conveniences, this time being no different.
By Evalyn Jayne4 years ago in Psyche