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.
Self-Made?
I get called self-made, by those who I will admit, know me the best. At times I would have agreed, But the truth is, I am not self-made. I am very far from self-made. I wasn’t raised in the traditional sense. When I was a child and teenager, I would watch those who I lived with and pick up all the traits I didn’t want to have. I knew who I didn’t want to be by the time I was 20, but I didn’t know who I was, not really.
By Angelique Edmondson5 years ago in Psyche
Holding onto Hope
It’s easy to see the scars on those who are victims of their own minds. Their lives crumble, they exude a tiredness that is almost contagious, and often the person they are is overshadowed by the illness that is affecting them. They lose part of their identity and so many mentally ill patients feel they will never again find it. And yet, there are so many far reaching effects of the illness that are so rarely considered.
By Antonia Humphrey5 years ago in Psyche
Finding Forever
Prologue~ Being beaten everyday at home and school was hard, but tolerable for Charlie. He had lived with it ever since he had come out with that boy. When it came to his home life, it was his father that would beat him. His mother, on the other hand, was okay with his preference; yet she did not stop her husband from beating their son unconscious, mainly because she was lead to believe that the man would merely ignore and scold the boy. Another reason Charlie's mother did not interfere, or talking sense into her husband, was the chance that he would take his anger out on her; and with the multiple times that he had almost killed the woman, it was understandable why she stayed quite. At school it was continuous name calling, shoving and beatings for Charlie. His teachers' always said he was a joyful child, then one day he closed off. To everyone they saw Charlie as "clumsy" and because he was clumsy that was why he would show up with cuts and bruises. Charlie did not counter the suspicion that he was clumsy, he let people say it, he let them believe it.
By Nenise Mariposa5 years ago in Psyche
My Shadow
I’ve hit what I like to call a wall. Hehe, I’m sure you call it that too. But anyways, in more ways than one. I do this often, and mostly because I’m always looking down. I mean that literally and figuratively. I’m always watching my feet instead of looking where I’m going and I’m constantly finding flaws with all that I am and do. I don’t often think well of myself or my future and it causes me and those around me, harm. Once, when walking in the woods with Todd, I was so focused on my feet and whether or not I was going to trip, that I completely missed the branch coming at my face. That was a nice surprise, let me tell you.
By Tabitha White5 years ago in Psyche
Pink Flags
It was an ordinary day. All four children were in bed pretending to sleep. My husband was screaming at me. I was numb to it. I had quit trying to defend myself from his perceived slights years ago. It had never helped anyway. It was just part of the daily routine now. His face cranberry red, fists balled and cocked as though he was seconds away from delivering a swift right hook, spittle caught on his lips and flying onto my face every few minutes. An ordinary day. This time it was because I had gone grocery shopping: peanut butter & jelly, milk, eggs, frozen chicken breasts, frozen green beans, bacon, bread, kool-aid packets, diapers, and sugar. It was enough to feed the kids for the week if I skipped breakfast and lunch every day. He told me yesterday that I could go to the store and spend $100, but I ran out of time and didn't get to go until this afternoon.
By tiffany leigh5 years ago in Psyche
Wellness in 2021
Minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, days turn into months and months turn into years. Years turn into lists that we are supposed to check off as we go no matter the consequence of the world that surrounds us. 2020 changed that perspective for me in so many ways. At the end of the prior year, 2019, I made a lot of promises to myself for the year 2020. I was going to focus on growing my business. I was going to have a dedicated office space. I was going to have a full time staff and I was going to find long term dedicated clients. This is the moment where I am supposed to tell you that the pandemic was the reason that none of that happened when in reality the pandemic is part of the reason I was able to keep each and every promise to myself. The distraction was driven away and I was left with the choice to either waste my time or take advantage of it. So, where do I go now? What wellness promises do I make to myself in this new year of 2021?
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Psyche
