trauma

At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.

Once Lost & Now Reborn
How is it possible that you can go ahead in your life and not care about your first child. If things were different would you have changed anything? Would you have cared just a little about me if anything happened in my life. Did you think your life would’ve been any different if you didn't have me. Did you even want me in your life? Did you even think I wasn't meant to be in this world? Did you love me? As many times as you’ll tell me you love me, but it’s hard to believe. You were never there when the biggest struggle in my life happened, where I never got support for. As a child you never asked me how I felt or what was crossing my mind. I was just a kid. Did you ever see me scared? Did you ever tell me “sweetie its ok let's get out of here”. Did you ever realize my hurt? Why did you ever think that I never needed you. Did you ever think that I wasn't ever important to you. I'm just a child, I never got an addiction to anything. The only addiction or obsession I wanted was a mother’s love.
By Ezra Colton 5 years ago in Psyche
Beyond Understanding
I could hear them screaming, crying, cursing, pathetically scared. They were all there — the voices controlling my whole life.
By Lili Grosserova5 years ago in Psyche
The C WORD
Watch me ,,,, As I fall to my knees, looking up at the sky asking why me? As the news is not good, we all look at each other in pure shock, trying to cut the tension, by telling a joke as if that makes our live now easier to deal with,
By andrea mattarelliano5 years ago in Psyche
Once Lost & Now Reborn
How is it possible that you can go ahead in your life and not care about your first child. If things were different would you have changed anything? Would you have cared just a little about me if anything happened in my life. Did you think your life would’ve been any different if you didn't have me. Did you even want me in your life? Did you even think I wasn't meant to be in this world? Did you love me? As many times as you’ll tell me you love me, but it’s hard to believe. You were never there when the biggest struggle in my life happened, where I never got support for. As a child you never asked me how I felt or what was crossing my mind. I was just a kid. Did you ever see me scared? Did you ever tell me “sweetie its ok let's get out of here”. Did you ever realize my hurt? Why did you ever think that I never needed you. Did you ever think that I wasn't ever important to you. I'm just a child, I never got an addiction to anything.
By Ezra Colton 5 years ago in Psyche
Jesse.
My Uncle Chip married Jesse’s mom when I was six and he was seven. They divorced when he was eleven. Between then, if you’d asked me who my best friend was, I might’ve said Jesse. At least the first three years or so.
By Caleb Thomas5 years ago in Psyche
how I died and brought myself back mentally
My whole life I’ve been struggling with so much from age five I’ve been dealing with such panic and anxiety, plus PTSD at such a young age.
By Casey5 years ago in Psyche
Surviving #MeToo
Content Warning: rape, sexual violence, and depression I remember that moment so clearly. I don’t remember what day it was, just that it was shortly before Halloween of that year. I don’t remember what time it was, only that it was late. But I distinctly remember the moment he leaned back from me, looked down at me with wide eyes, and asked, “Did I just rape you?”
By Aisling Rose5 years ago in Psyche
mirrored
Where do I even begin about talking about my teenage years and what songs kept me alive during the time that I felt so lost. Each song will explain my feelings as to why I have emotional connections to each, and I may also get a bit personal so there may be some trigger warnings as I get personal.
By Charity Valdez5 years ago in Psyche
Not Bulletproof - Still Invincible
This is my story that has never before been shared. Deep in the dark and dirty pit of addiction, I had lost my will to live. Due to my own, personally inflicted demise, there was nothing left to lose. I was lucky enough to have recently met and fallen in love with a fun and amazing man – whom also had a death wish. He was the one person that picked me up when I was alone and broken after getting news that my best friend was murdered. He taught me to have fun, which was dangerous when the two of us were not afraid to die. He looked at me one day and said, “If there's not a chance I might die, I don't want to do it,” to which I replied, “I will follow you anywhere.” We were inseparable and nothing and nobody else in the world mattered. It was our world and everyone else was living in it.
By Anonymous 5 years ago in Psyche
Trauma Changes Us
Have you ever felt like you were drowning? Like you were lost in an unknown world, the cold pressing down on you, beating you, pushing you, with death spreading down your throat and into your burning lungs?
By Aisling Rose5 years ago in Psyche
Firsts
It’s my first time talking to someone popular. He is the most popular guy in school, but is kind enough to talk to someone like me who has no friends. When I told him this he laughed and said, “there’s a first time for everything.”
By Morgan Bracht5 years ago in Psyche
Jump
“Okay. We’re going to jump! Are you ready?” We're on a cliff, looking into an abyss. "I'm scared." I could see the terror in her eyes.
By Ben Sharp5 years ago in Psyche