trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
The Tree Shook That Night
Tonight, of all nights I decided to leave the barn, I wanted to see more, to smell, more experience something out of my comfort zone. The barn was where I felt calm, the smell of the hay, the calmness when all the other animals were calm. The constant reminder of how amazing life is when a new life is born. I wanted to go to sleep as the sun came up knowing I experienced something else. As I began to fly out of the barn the air was still, the sky was dark. In the distance I spotted a tree full of leaves surrounded by trees with no leave at all. That spot would be my spot tonight. This night felt different, it was like this tree was meant for me to spend dusk till dawn on. The wind blew through my wings with ease. It was a feeling I enjoyed way much more than I had ever before. Who knew this was tree was going to be so peaceful? My eyes began to fall until I felt the branches begin to shake and voices follow right after. The first voice was a little girl and the second was a man. The night was getting old, so I was surprised a child and man were still up. As an owl this time of night was normal for me, but not for these two. The girl was crying as she struggled to get up from the bushes beneath the tree I was resting on. The man was telling the girl to hurry up and get back over the fence. My eyes were glued, I felt hopeless as I watched the man picked the girl up and threw her over fence like trash. I felt hopeless knowing that I was only a part of nature at this point rather than a stranger that could help this child in despair. I watched again the child climbed back over the fence in tears. She then stood still as the man approached her with a formed fist, she fell to the ground in pain. My wings flickered imagining how that must have felt. I instantly wanted to make a distraction, but it was not noticed. The girl continued to be beaten, she was hopeless. She was in pain and being treated with no mercy from the man. Just as fast as the girl could get up, she was picked up and thrown against my tree so hard that my once full of life tree began to shed tears in the form of leaves. Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo I began again, and she looked up and stared. Startled she looked briefly and caught a glance, I am so sorry, I am so sorry I tried to form the words all that came out to her was hoo hoo hoo hoo. Once again, the man instructed her to get up and she did. Once the girl got back over, the fence the man pointed to a spot a little bit out of my view. What is he doing now? I wondered. Frightened the girl walked to the spot and stood there. Now it was her chance, Now is your chance I screamed Run! All that came out was hoo hoo hoo. I watched the little girl stand in that same spot until I noticed the sun waking up. I could not believe what I witnessed, I felt sorrow for the girl. As the sun came up, I prepared to take off, I took off with such force that I shook all the leaves remaining on the tree off. The girl looked over one more time and stared. I could feel her longing to be me, longing to be an owl with wings. Wings that would help her fly away from the pain and misery she was living through day to day. I made it back to the barn that night and I had never felt so hopeless in my life.
By Maelyn Jeffers5 years ago in Psyche
The year he was elected
The news hit with me alone in my room, my boyfriend was out of town working and wouldn't be back for some time, several months to be exact. I found myself pondering how the coming years would present. I am in the LGBTQ+ community, as well as being of the opinion that black lives matter, and I overall did not agree with Trump's message. I found myself worried for my friend's safety, as well as my own.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Psyche
The Rabbit Hole
~~~100% of Tips will be donated to, "The PTSD Association of Canada"~~~ THE RABBIT HOLE Chapter 1 ••• Intuition I was an intuitive person. Always quick to read the room, the situation, and determine what the possible outcomes were. Perhaps predictable and boring to some of you, but I found comfort in it back then, because let’s just be honest here....
By Jessica Rae5 years ago in Psyche
Living with a Once Repressed Memory
Okay. Deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Here goes nothing. When I was in kindergarten, a classmate invited me to come behind the curtains with him. We weren’t allowed to hide behind the curtains — it was against the rules. My friend told me not to do it, because if I did I would get in trouble.
By Gillian Sisley5 years ago in Psyche
The Hangover Effect of Trauma
I read a great article by psychotherapist Dr. David A. Treleaven the other day entitled, “Is Mindfulness Safe For Trauma Survivors?”, in which he goes through the real concerns with trauma victims being instructed to practice meditation and mindfulness as a means of processing what’s happened to them.
By Gillian Sisley5 years ago in Psyche
The untold story based on true story By S/L/ Oporta
My mother is a humble woman housekeeper who left home with the dream to study and get away from the farmer life. Life didn't end up the way she wanted, (I think it didn't at all)she end up getting married with my dad at the age of 19 having the first baby boy, then the second and then me the unwanted child by my dad if i can call him dad or biological dad I guess.
By S.L Oporta5 years ago in Psyche
