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12 Dirty
"12 Dirty chronicles a 48-year old woman’s handwritten, with Crayola Wide Tip-Magic Markers, true story having been committed to one of Chicago's most brutal psych wards for what was a steroid adverse drug reaction.”
By Andrea Miklasz5 years ago in Psyche
A Testament of Tenacity:
THE BEGINNING: My earliest childhood memory comes down to one tumultuous day, which I can recall vividly! This was probably the most infamous day of my life, which, conversely, is as memorable as the day my uncle told me we were going to Walt Disney World! It is the day that set into effect, every experience of my existence! It was the day I ran away from my mother's one bedroom apartment! She had been abusing me, like many times before. However, I told myself, this time was going to be different. I couldn't take it anymore! This was the last time! In crisis mode, my autonomic nervous system fully triggered, I was in fight or flight mode, and I chose flight! I ran down the steps of our second floor apartment, with my mother chasing me in a fit of rage, carrying a belt or coat hanger, whichever she had chosen that instance, to scourge me with! I had the advantage being much smaller and quicker than her, so I outran her.
By Sean P. Muchler5 years ago in Psyche
Talking with your Demons
Today, you fight with your demons. Today, you give them validity. Today, you want to give in to them. You don’t want to hold on to what makes me... me.
By Katherine Patterson5 years ago in Psyche
A Life Unimagined
Dealing with the guilt and pain once the decision to leave has been made, is almost unbearable. Of course, the initial belief in deserving something better, and the determination to make healthier choices helps to keep the feelings just under the surface for a while.
By Misty Boling5 years ago in Psyche
Psychological Openness as a Black Woman in America
This topic will probably upset some people to hear but, hear me out before you judge. Black people are often neglected when it comes to healthcare as a whole. Then we are afraid of “the system.” When I say that, “the system,” I mean if we release or speak too much, it leads us down a path of trouble, not a healing way. How can you be honest if you are worried about your children being taken away from if you say, “too much.” You are afraid they might put something down on your medical record that might “taint” your life in some capacity later on down the road.
By Nia on Air5 years ago in Psyche
Let's Talk About Drugs
Let's talk about drugs. I've done them all. So after years of bad decisions I've got some stories to tell. Maybe a little background first. I'm Luc or Lucas known better as Lucifer, 31, spent my life moving around and was always the odd kid. This made it easy for me to get in with the "wrong crowd" real fast. Anyway I'll come back to that at a later time. So as mentioned I was in with some shady people over the years. I for a time worked as an enforcer for a lady who sold drugs for a well known bike club, in Alberta. I was 21 when I was introduced. It was after buying substantial quantities of meth and coke, personal use but still a half oz. of each at the start... Anyway I was after having been dismissed from service for related reasons and my fiancé had left me after fucking around on me with a cop and filing false charges against me, so I was young, angry, and willing to fight with a heavy addiction problem. I got introduced and apparently they seen potential because I got offered work before I wanted or needed it. I accepted anyway. The first job was to deal with an informant. Guy was a piece of shit, used to threaten my buddy's old lady and her 4 year old daughter, guy even tried to steal my car once...
By Lucas Veres5 years ago in Psyche
Professionals Don't Always Know Best
For years, I was plagued with physical illness's like nausea and headaches. Sometimes my migraines would be so bad that I would fall to the ground and just squeeze my temples, waiting for it to end. My nausea would be so bad that I had to stay in my bed all day, unable to even enjoy a simple car ride. Everything I ate, made me bloated and sick. This was an every day thing for me, not like it stopped me from eating food or anything, I always kept up with eating, I LOVE food. That is why I was so upset. I went to the doctor every few months for blood work, my primary care doctor had me on Zofran for years for nausea. She gave that to me about 5 years ago and still to this day, I get nausea on a daily. I have gone through periods where I had acid reflex and could not eat ANYTHING with citrus at all or else it would just come right back up. I was SO tired and just wanted answers.
By Katherine Estelle5 years ago in Psyche
I am not shy… I am an introvert!
I watch my phone ring and ring and ring. Wait for it to stop and sigh with relief. I hate, and I do not use this word lightly, talking on the phone. Want me to respond to you? Text me and I will invite you to a texting marathon. Hi, I am an introvert and this is my struggle.
By Nisha Nandakumar5 years ago in Psyche
The painting.
I woke up to the sounds of screams. There he was, snarling at me; I could smell the alcohol from a mile away, and I knew he just came from my mother’s bedroom. You know that feeling Alex, the one where you’re paralyzed with fear, and no matter how logical you think about the situation, leaving just doesn’t work.
By Alex D5 years ago in Psyche
Fear Of Being Forgotten
Fear Of Being Forgotten: Loss and Confidence Kristyn Meyer is on a journey to make herself the best human that she can be. These posts are a reflection of that. She welcomes your support via reading and through commissioned affiliate links within her posts! To stay up to date on all of her shenanigans, please subscribe to her email list! (psst…there’s a free gift involved)
By Kristyn Meyer5 years ago in Psyche
Trading One Health for Another
Back in February of 2020, Amiliano Fragoso's days were anything but predictable. That's to be expected for a journlaism student. He chose this career path because everyday brings something new and different.
By Rae'Lee Klein5 years ago in Psyche
Angel Vs.Tide
3am- I wake up from my sleep, silencing the buzzing from my alarm. I made sure to put my phone on silent as to not wake my mother- she’s a very light sleeper. I sit up straight- glancing around at my surroundings. A chocolate brown futon pushed up against the window in my mothers dining room, a green leaf patterned blanket laying on my lap, a black desk pushed into the corner- on top- a computer I purchased for a youtube career that I never had the courage to start. I sat silently for a moment- staring into the kitchen. Contemplating, I’ve experienced so much pain, is it wrong for me to want this to be painless? Dissociating, a memory popped into my head, a girl drowned at the lake across the street from my mothers apartment building. The girl was never found, the life guards would always warn the swimmers about going into the water on the wrong side of the divide; The tide could pull you under, you wouldn’t survive. A fleeting memory, it was time to get moving- my mother would be awake in 3 hours.
By PlVshh5 years ago in Psyche