trauma

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

A Letter to the Boy who Hurt Me
I wish I could have recognized your abuse when we were together; maybe I could have helped you see how harmful it was, for both of us. But I wasn’t meant to play that role for you. I hope you’ve learned something since then, and that you haven’t treated anyone else the way you treated me. But, if you abused another the way you abused me, maybe they needed to learn the same lessons. It’s not an easy role to play, and I thank you for everything I learned from our time together. And, what I learned is how I don’t want to be treated. When I came to my senses, severed our connection, and asked you to leave my life, I had finally become aware of some of the abuse I suffered throughout our three years together; and since then, I’ve recognized even more.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Psyche
What Lies Inside
There it was, the cursed cave. And to Hera’s surprise, the cliff that housed it was eerily captivating. From the entrance, it seemed like a harmless cavity and a decent place for her to take shelter from the pouring rain. She had heard tales about this cave because the ones who entered were never seen again. It was apparent that the locals were fearful of it. Still, she needed to escape the rain to avoid contracting a cold because that would prolong her journey to the village.
By Mariam Sheikh5 years ago in Psyche
The Chosen One
I reached up and touched the side of my nose and thick reddish purple blood began oozing and bubbling out again, mixed in with salty tears. The bathroom in the cheap hotel I was staying in for the night looked like a murder scene, blood had soaked into almost all the white towels that were now in a gruesome I knew that with the amount of blood I was losing that I should go to the hospital, but I was not ever going to do that again. The nurses and doctors digging into my life, looking at me with pity and whispering behind my back about what a complete coward I am. No way was I going back there. The ultimate humiliation. I held a cold cloth on my nose and winced, definitely a couple broken ribs this time. He was going to kill me. We both knew it. His rages were getting worse, he was losing more control day by day, minute by minute, I barely recognized the man I had been married to for 20 years.
By Suzanne Arden 5 years ago in Psyche
Enough
Tap tap tap. My eyes pop open. Was that the door? I look over toward my clock, it’s 3:42 in the morning. Bang Bang Bang.
By Ghost.5 years ago in Psyche
Since I got hit by that truck
Everything’s been different since I got hit by that truck. That was a month ago. I’ve been holding it all in since then and I need to put it down. I’m going to write it here in my new little black book.
By Dan Avesar5 years ago in Psyche
INTERTWINED
The cards had never been stacked in Rex Braggs favor. Ron, Rex’s father, was a violent drunk. His mother, Sue, was a small quiet woman, as kind and loving as his father was vicious.
By Debora Collins5 years ago in Psyche
Psychospiritual Approach to Psychoanalysis
Disclaimer: Possible Triggers Pertaining Trauma & Abuse (these views are personal and not meant to adversely affect anyone's mental well-being).
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Psyche
The Silent Suffering of the Abused
I sit here waiting for my moment... knowing that before long I would be chosen; taken to a new home. I never expected to be here for so long with my fellow unwanted companions. For a long time I rejoiced at the jingle of the bell on the door, because it meant someone was here to choose one of us. It meant that I would finally have another home.
By Jilana Booker5 years ago in Psyche
Domestic Violence
Trauma is a negative or painful emotional experience that is a threat to life or safety. Parental loss in childhood, car accidents, physical violence, military experience, and sexual assault are examples of traumatic events.
By Jackie Velasco5 years ago in Psyche
She called herself Lynn.
She called herself Lynn as a reminder. Peeled herself like orange around the corner separating her bedroom and hallway from the rest of the apartment. By the time she got to the front door, she shivered icy chills of doubt. The door knob was there, but putrid and reminiscent of uglier time gone by. She’s polished it, but the psychic stench remained. For some reason she thought of a strange visit from two years ago.
By Ellie Imani5 years ago in Psyche
Can Unprocessed Trauma Really Be Stored in the Body?
When trauma occurs, the brain functions differently. Under normal circumstances, the brain will encode what it needs to encode, send it, process it, and store it or dispose of it, then your life goes on. As a result, your memories stay intact.
By SWS5 years ago in Psyche
Known
The funeral had been quiet, not in an eerie way, but because nobody had anything to say about Morrigan Walsh, who had died from cancer the week prior. I had worked with her for years, greeted her countless times, yet I my thoughts had never once drifted in her direction. Cubicle blindness, I kept thinking, as our boss eulogized this dead woman, giving ode to her timeliness and how neat her desk was.
By Ross em5 years ago in Psyche