trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
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By Marianna Felfoldi5 years ago in Psyche
The Friend in the Green T-shirt
Sit back and don't relax. My name is Jemima Hughes, I'm a performance poet from Birmingham, a multi slam winner and I came runner up in the 2020 UK Slam! My performances will drag you through the “mindfield” of the unorthodox, emphasising mental health awareness and covering taboo subjects including sexual violence, mental illness and suicide. I take the audience on a journey through my own experiences, providing a relatable outlet and encouraging conversation, usually leaving them questioning whether I meant to do that, or whether I need to go and have a lie down.
By Jemima Hughes5 years ago in Psyche
Inner Child Healing
If the Earth didn’t get tilted, we wouldn’t have seasons. Connecting + Nurturing our Inner Child Connecting to and nurturing our Inner Child is at the essence of all my offerings. Why? Our Inner Child is our pure soul, our passion, our light, and connected to our purpose. Somewhere along the way for many of us we get somewhat disconnected from this essence, especially during challenging times in our lives - yet this is the time we need to nurture this part of ourselves the most. Through connecting to and nurturing our Inner Child, we become re-acquainted with what truly brings us peace, love, joy, and natural flow in our lives.
By Katie . ERYT RCYT Craniosacral5 years ago in Psyche
Suicide
Suicide is no ones fault. You cannot go into somebody’s mind, it's so lonely, it's so ill. In my life, I have witnessed way too many suicides. One is more than enough, I have cut someone down from a noose, I have watched as someone overdoses as I tried to help keep them alive, as well as tried to resuscitate a family member who I watched life leave their eyes. I have seen more dead bodies than one person should that is not in the professions of seeing such things, but this entry is only about those who committed the act of taking their own lives.
By Moon Child 5 years ago in Psyche
Trauma and The Phoenix
Life is good. The goal is to hold tight and keep this thought in front of you because sometimes it's not. If you've lived sufficient time on planet Earth, this statement will mean something to you. If it doesn't, prepare for it. We often discover that life is a flame, and we are its paper. We either become scattered ash – or a rising phoenix. I've often wondered what differentiates between the two. Is it simply a matter of being optimistic, resilient, or knowing that the good times will outweigh the bad in totality? For some people, yes. For others, not so much.
By Francesca Flood, Ed.D.5 years ago in Psyche
PIECES
I was being held against the wall in a hotel room by my throat. My feet dangling in midair. My mind is racing trying to not panic however, at the same time I am thinking of how to get out of this. It is amazing how very fast or slow a mind goes in the face of danger. I heard the man who was tightly pressing his huge fingers to my throat say, "Don't try to take advantage of me.
By C~Marie Rhodes5 years ago in Psyche
Ships in Bottles
Abby never gave much thought to how her life would end. She was, afterall, only 16...she only knew that she would not mind if it ended sooner rather later. 16 years would not seem like the time to think of death, not to most people anyway. But Abby already lived a lifetime. A lifetime of pain and abandoment. Her best years, her ONLY good years, were those spent with Papa Mac.
By Patti Marrs Magill5 years ago in Psyche
Freedom, Two Ways
It was happening again. Alicia flinched and ducked her head under the covers. When Dad came home drunk, there was nothing to do but hope you could avoid the line of fire. Luckily, it was late, so he wouldn't expect to find the kids awake. It was better that way.
By Jennifer Eager5 years ago in Psyche
RUBY
Chapter 2: Ruby Growing up, Ruby was my closest "friend," even though she was actually my aunt. She wasn't much older that I was, and in the beginning I didn't mind spending time with her, even though we often practiced inappropriate things. You see, Ruby was being sexually abused as well, often bragging about how she was taken to nudist beaches at the age of 11-13. While I cant confirm how long she was being abused, I can confirm how long she was abusing my brothers and I.
By Wendy batts5 years ago in Psyche
I changed my world: so he did too
The Phonecall March 2008, it's a little passed midnight and I'm sat in a friends house, trying to get high with the fierce daggers of said ex ticking for another joint and some how holding me responsible for his lack there of. It was 'dry season' in my city and we had spent the day looking for some kush and still came out dry. I had one last idea. I text my old school friend and asked if she knew anyone who could hook me up. She did. She gave me the number of someone she was in cooking with at college. Liam.
By Kayleigh Taylor5 years ago in Psyche
