trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Centaurea Cyanus
Brian Solis said, “Memories are the architecture of our identity.” Memories give us the ability to be aware of ourselves and alter our existence. Without memory, how do I even know I exist? I feel as though I am floating in the plasma of time, unable to return to my past, and unable to move forward without it. They say it is my own mind keeping me here. It feels ironic when all I think about is leaving this place.
By catchafrisbie5 years ago in Psyche
Inside
Inside ~ By : J Tales are something parents tell their kids so they sleep better at night. Peaceful and Enchanting dreams created by the fairytales of their favorite superheroes or who they admire most in the world. To avoid the darkness and fearful nightmares of reality hidden beneath the surface. Lights grants truth and the truth brings peace. How long before those fairytales become lies? Well this story however is not a fairytale but it is the deepest part of your mind. Emma lays awake at night hoping and praying her mind’s eye is just an illusion. Inside the shadows there is a light in the distance pulling Emma and longing for her to reach it. The darkness that surrounds Emma to the point she hears nothing but the sound of her own thoughts at night. Asking herself “what’s wrong with me?” Over and over again never coming up with an answer for hope. “Faith” she whispered to herself, “I have to believe in faith” but is that all she can wish for. A shiny star in the sky, A last glimmer of hope and freedom. Is faith really all there is for an answer? With her hands over her head and pacing back and forth until she falls to her knees and Just cries. Crying for hours of the night til falling asleep to wake up to the sunlight hitting her face. She has to put a smile on her face and pick out an extraordinary outfit to start the day. Covering her wore out eyes from crying all night with makeup. Emma’s mind pushes back all the bad and focused a smile on her face for the entire day just waiting to go home and suffer in silence. “Another day....” she said as she walks into the whole slowly breaking inside but holding up a strong front to hide herself from showing she’s breaking inside. After a long Emma comes home and it’s filled with silence again so she turns on the music to surround the room with noise. After awhile of sitting with so much noise in the room it becomes not enough the thoughts in her head drown out the noise. So she finally stands up and walks in her bathroom and grabs pills. She takes a few with some liquor. “I can’t do it anymore” she cries. She turns the music off and goes to lay down but her body is so weak. Emma lost all hope the moment she took those pills. Everything in her body screams to die, that her only peace is death. As her eyes closing slowly she can hear footsteps but can’t make a face it’s all a blur. As she’s embraces her faith and ready to go into an eternal deep sleep and she slips into the darkness of her mind spiraling down memories. She remembers the coldness and loneliness of when she was raped for the first time as a child. Men coming into her room as she was sleeping putting their hands around her neck so she couldn’t scream as one man rips her clothes and the others hold her down from struggling. Her eyes start to blur in and out of focus as if she was going to die but before she lost all vision she could see the man’s face. With a slightly shaved beard and dark hair and eyes of coldness as he took off her pants and forced himself upon her. The face she saw, the face she loved so dearly once before .... was her own father.
By Justis Thomas5 years ago in Psyche
Suffocated
*Content Warning topics like Sexual Assault are talked about in this story* It is easy to get wrapped up in good looks and niceness. By doing so, you don’t see the red flags that pop up like bread in a toaster. I should have seen them sooner and left. Instead, I got wrapped up in his chocolate brown eyes, silky soft hair, and prince charming smile. I almost hate myself for how attracted I was to him. He was nice to me, and now because of him,I can’t be fooled by every nice person that walks into my life.
By Sami Geiger5 years ago in Psyche
Social Bullying
My most embarrassing story is an on going one and finding the place to start is tad complicated. My story involves, mental illness, drug addiction, internet bullying and stalking. Online I am simply known as Q. Maybe you know of me, or maybe you don't, either way I figured it was my turn to share my half of the story and the embarrassment that it has caused not only me , but my family as well. This is a story I have yet to say out load, let alone to a bunch of strangers.
By Paige Walls5 years ago in Psyche
Last Swim
The man walked slowly and carefully into the water. He felt the waves slap leisurely at his feet. Then his calves. Then his thighs, groin, and stomach. When the water got to his shoulders, the man ducked his head beneath the waves and immersed his entire body in the salty water. It was very cold and there was a strong undercurrent which would like to pull him down if he let it. He didn’t.
By Rollin Jewett5 years ago in Psyche
Waiting for MAID or a drastic change
My decision to seek medical assistance in dying (MAID) is not one that I made hastily or lightly. It has been years of trying to fix myself, but I only seem to be getting worse. This is something that I do not want, but I feel needs to be done. Unless something can drastically change for the better from now until 2023, I do not see a great future for myself. It is one of loneliness and health struggles. My quality of life is only declining. I will still give life a chance until then, however doing this over 30 years now and it only hurts more. I do not see change happening.
By The Bastard Jack5 years ago in Psyche
I'm a strong woman, right? So how did I end up here?
I was never really blind-sided. I didn’t just wake up one random brisk frosty morning in the middle of winter in a completely different world. A painful world. A toxic world. A violent world. Days of chaos and manipulation. Manic highs and frightening lows. A heart full of despair, loneliness, love and hate. A constant cycle of revenge and forgiveness that spiralled into a reality I no longer recognised as factual. A thousand different emotions fused together as one unimaginable weight crushing my chest. My mind spinning, overthinking, seeking solutions as it desperately tries to fight the emotions in my heart to find a way out of this mess. But my mind knows. It’s always known.
By Jodi Nicole5 years ago in Psyche
Saving people from a burning house in Mexico: My own baptism of fire
Dangerous, deadly situations have a special power of slowing time down. They bend time in the most mysterious ways, really. How else to explain how after, the situation drags on so that weeks later you're still experiencing it as if it were happening right now.
By Celesdina Devi5 years ago in Psyche
Perception
She whispers secret words as she stands on the roof top of the skyrise apartment building she’s lived in for the past two years. The sounds carry away on the wind as it whips around her, but the naked longing in her voice travels on the breeze to wrap around the pedestrians that stand on the sidewalk beneath her. They all still, they all inhale deeply and hold it, unknowingly responding to her call. They are mesmerized by her sorrow, though they can’t name the feeling as it blankets them and holds them captive. Above them, scalding tears leave a rosy trail down the slope of her cheek. She cups her hands together and holds them against the agony in her chest.
By Mae Jupiter5 years ago in Psyche
