trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
The Lie.
I wonder exactly how beaten down I’ve been by this thing, which has been wrenching me apart since I was four. Inspirational stories by people who overcame adversity and who went on to do amazing things, demoralise me. They are able to continue where I cannot.
By Celia Finter4 years ago in Psyche
The Journey Of An Abused Child Who Learned To Become A Healthy Adult
Acknowledgment Of The Author This is an autobiography of my life as a child who suffered through many traumatic, life-changing events, and learned to heal from my trauma to become a healthy adult. I will be discussing many things that may bring back traumatic memories for those who have also suffered through abuse of any or many forms. I write this with the hope that other people will know they weren’t the only ones who went through traumatic experiences in their life. Please read at your own risk and hopefully this autobiography will be helpful to those who have gone through something similar and to those who have thankfully never did. This took a lot of patience, courage, and willpower to write this story. I still struggle with the belief that I should of just never posted this, but I believe for the sake of my mental health, it was best that I got this on paper instead of keeping this within myself.
By Alicia Metcalf4 years ago in Psyche
A Born Loser
So, I was born from Seoul, South Korea on August 10th, 1979 at 6:53 AM. My biological mother gave birth to me without any prenatal care due to Korean Conservative Family traditions. She was 16 years old when she had me, you see, and I'm half Korean, half Chinese, so my biological father was a Chinese Business Man whom was a friend to her immediate family. Which comes to the question was I an accident or born from rape? That'll come into another time to tell that story since I know from what an old nurse from the adoption agency in Korea had told me. So, from how I came into this world is how I started my loser life. Not that I AM a loser. I try not to be, but under life's circumstances, it's how my story begins.
By Raven Moon 4 years ago in Psyche
Late Night Radio
“FOUR minutes past two – good evening to all the lovely people who can’t sleep or are travelling at this ungodly time of the night. I sympathize with each and every one of you – but not enough to ask you to tune out. You know who I am by now, I’m sure. The show’s intro screams everything you need to know. Today’s show is going to be a little bit different than most. I understand that I – and most other RJs say this every time – but hopefully I’ll be able to follow through on this particular occasion. Kicking it off with Kris Jamie; here’s Still Unable; I’ve been playing this unashamedly for days now – and I’m not going to stop.”
By Sachal Aqeel4 years ago in Psyche
What is Load Bearing?
Load-bearing. I’ve seen this term come up time and again within different contexts. Some are simply about how to correctly assemble the structure of a building with strong foundations so that it can withstand enormous loads. Other articles, particularly about emotional load-bearing, talk of the disproportionate amounts of mental and emotional labour women in heterosexual couples have to bear when they find themselves running an entire household on their own, despite putting in the same amount of hours at work as their male counterpart.
By Outrageous Optimism 4 years ago in Psyche
The Cure
It all started in 2016. That was the year that changed everything, it was the in between period of my first and second year of college, my 19th year of life, and the year that gave me my biggest emotional scar. Since then, I've just been fumbling through my life. It's like that episode of FRIENDS where they throw a ball around for hours but won't let Chandler play because "he's a dropper", and then it shows all of the times where Chandler has dropped or broken things. Well, that's me. I'm Chandler Bing.
By Kaylee Anderson4 years ago in Psyche
Blossoming Into Me
I was in second grade when my parents decided something was wrong with me. I was strapped to an EEG and had completely convinced myself that what they were really doing was reading my mind. I tried like hell to control my thoughts and try not to expose my deepest secrets that only a 2nd grader would possess. I am aware now that what they were doing was monitoring my brain waves to see how active my mind was while reclined in a chair. Hint hint: Patient I was not.
By Theresa Wilhelm4 years ago in Psyche
Learning to live by trying to die
I was 9 years old the first time I tried to die. My beloved Uncle Tony had died at 42 from kidney failure. I had loved and worshipped him. He was the only person who spoke to me as if I were a person, not a nuisance. He would engage me in riddles and puzzles . He was the only one who told me that I was very smart and to never stop learning . He would envelop me in hugs that enveloped all of me and made me feel incredibly safe. Nothing could hurt me while I was with him. I was convinced he was the only person who cared about me.
By Bella Blue4 years ago in Psyche
Sunchild
Let’s start from the beginning. I have no childhood memories with my mom before the age of 5; at least to my remembrance. My siblings and I were placed in the Department of Family and Children Services. My brother, Titus and I went to a foster home on the west side of Atlanta. I was a little over two years old. We continued to reside there for the next 4-5 years. We shared the home with 7-8 children at a time sometimes.
By Orianna Sanders4 years ago in Psyche
