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.
MENTAL ILLNESS!
As a little girl I always looked up to my big brother a year and a half my senior, he was scrawny but tough! On our walks to and from elementary school, I'd walk behind him trying to keep up and he'd eventually stoop down and lift me on his back and carry me the rest of the way home! He was anxious to get home and watch his favorite Spiderman cartoon once sewing and entire Spiderman costume from old clothes!
By Shelley Whigham5 years ago in Psyche
How Reading a Book Changed my Perspective on my Parenting
I have had a lot of trauma in my life. I feel I've been used and abused by most people in my life; my family, at school, romantic partners, I could go on but that is not the purpose of this post. This post is about facing some harsh realities, including accepting the fact I brought all of my hurts, suffering, poor mental health and anger into my parenting. Probably the easiest thing to do would be to say, "well, I did the best I could." The statement is as true as the day is long but it also sounds very defensive to me and doesn't really acknowledge anything or resolve anything.
By Skye Phoenix5 years ago in Psyche
The Masks we wear in our Dysfunctional Families
Our family systems work very similar to a Bee Hive. There are jobs and responsibilities that the Queen, Drones and Worker Bees must fulfill in order to keep the hive functioning. The Worker Bees daily tasks, for example, change depending on where the attention is needed. They are so connected to their family system that their behaviour instinctively changes, so they can survive.
By Jessica Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Vindictive Burial Ground
There it was all laid out, the past, present and future. All jumbled in the mind, expressed in broken sentences, fragmented thoughts and jagged actions. She sat there with wide tired eyes with a pierced mouth repeating the same thing over and over again like she couldn't quite believe what she was saying or believe what she saw. It all came together like a mystery movie. Clues and images clicking together in her head to form one big picture. Sound bites of words spoken creating a melody, creating a sound track, to her life.
By Ericka Buie5 years ago in Psyche
A Time to Die
When I look at my child, I think of my wife and how I killed her. It wasn’t an accident or an incident precipitated by a catalyst of rage. It was premeditated. A necessity birthed from a vile idea that my wife tossed around loosely until it consumed her every waking moment - that we needed to be free of this world. This thought culminated with me clutching our daughter and tearing into the forest to save ourselves. She had lost her way, devolving into a horror that I no longer recognized, leaving me with no option but to choose between my wife or child.
By Jacob Lindsay5 years ago in Psyche
Somewhere Along the Colorado River
I am sitting at the kitchen table four feet from the sink. It is early morning, and I am the only person present. It is quiet in a loose sense. The only sounds I hear are that of the windbreaker I am wearing, brushing against itself, and the bottom of my coffee cup meeting the table. An attachment begins to form between the sounds and me.
By Ana Martinovic5 years ago in Psyche
Healing is Selfish
Healing is selfish. It has to be. I would also argue that suffering is selfish, and if you believe in the law of polarity you’d probably agree. This idea, that healing is selfish, began with a term I discovered a few years ago when starting my healing journey that I now identify with. The term is codependency.
By Jessica Jones5 years ago in Psyche
