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.
“I didn’t realise”
The younger version of me didn’t realise. I always seemed to shrug it off as “one of those days”. I started to realise my love for sleep wasn’t out of laziness, it wasn’t solely because I was overly active that day. It was because I was emotionally and mentally drained; to the point where I just didn’t want to be awake anymore. I stayed in my room a lot, mostly because I felt the constant urge to be alone. To be away from everything. I felt even more miserable in school because I was the complete opposite of “the popular girl”. I was the quiet one and whenever I did speak it was to show I was present to the teacher taking the register. I lost my mother to her drinking problem aged 13 and I didn’t realise that played a big part until now. You always think you’re okay until you’re not. We had a very close bond. I remember never wanting to sleep in my own bed, she used to tell me that I had to sooner or later. Sooner came and she ended up actually wanting me to sleep in her bed. I’d wait for that knock to come every night. It’s sweet memories like these I long for. I used to sing to her like there was a live talent show in our living room and she’d always respond with an applaud and a warm smile. Even though I was honestly terrible at it. We used to bake shortbread biscuits and chocolate cornflake cupcakes together sometimes after I’d finish school. I’ve always had a love for cooking because of her, she let me be creative. She let me be me.
By The Soul Whisperer6 years ago in Psyche
Normy and Not the Truth
December 18th Normy and Not the Truth It’s Tuesday and I’m trying to figure out my monthly budget and how to pay childcare plus figure out how to buy a few gifts along with all our regular bills. It suddenly comes to me that oh yeah, my daughter, Catalina, has a job now that she is out of the "Rehab Riviera" (the media's term referring to the huge number of private Rehab and Sober Living Houses dotting the coast in Southern California) where her days were spent going to group meetings, occasional massages, and “experimential therapy” which included kick boxing classes, yoga, rock climbing, a paddling out in the Pacific Ocean with a group to have weekly meetings floating in the ocean under the warm sun). Almost anyone could be jealous of days spent that way.
By Sarah Seas6 years ago in Psyche
Living life with mental health illnesses
It started at the early age of 5. This feeling took over my mind and body. I was so scared but I didn’t know why. I’d run around crying and screaming for help but “Quit the crocodile tears or go to your room” was always the solution.
By Tammy Correia-Guitard6 years ago in Psyche
Not Counting Down to Christmas
This is just me possibly, but I am not happily counting to Christmas. I am not a fan usually, but this year is possibly worse. My mental health is bad at present, which doesn't help. I am not religious, but I am beginning to wonder if it is all commercial. It starts in October and seems to go on forever. I admit giving in to the mince pies with use by dates weeks short of Christmas.
By ASHLEY SMITH6 years ago in Psyche
Does the Past Become the Future
So, in order to fully understand what it is like to be in my shoes, we are going to have to travel back in time a bit. Actually, more than a bit, like 40 years or so. I know, just bear with me for a moment or two and you will understand why I have to go back this far. This is my story after all, and one that I feel needs to be shared.
By Mike Cunningham7 years ago in Psyche
Toxic Parents Are a Thing
Parents can be the best and worst thing that happens to us. There is a healing that only they can give us, yet they damage us like no one else. In reality, everything that we are and are to become flows from them. Their nurture can enhance the good or bad of our nature. A toxic parent does both; but only if we choose to grow and learn from how they treat us.
By J A N E Y .7 years ago in Psyche
The Moment I Haven't Been Waiting on...
The moment that I’ve been dreading since August 2009 is coming. The moment that seemed so far away is now quickly surfacing in the horizon. What moment might you ask? The moment that my stepdad is getting out of prison. The year of 2019 marks the 10th and final year that my stepdad will be completing in prison. He received a 10-year sentence for unlawful touching of a child despite all the other horrible things that he’s done to my sisters and me.
By Maelyn Jeffers7 years ago in Psyche
