trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
ANDY
September 29, 1972, at precisely 4 am, A beautiful blue eyed baby boy was born. The universe welcomed this baby with open arms, all the while gently whispering through the wind to the newborn child that he was destined for greatness. However, little did this baby know the struggle and abuse he would go through to attain the excellence the universe had planned for him.
By Andy Gaulin5 years ago in Psyche
Leaving a Monster
I crouched in the corner with fear as I held my trembling hands up in a failed attempt to protect myself. He swiftly swooped down and pulled me up by a handful of my long hair. His breath reeked of beer. His twisted mouth spat on my face. Pure evil occupied his dark eyes; they lost their color and narrowed with fury. With my weak knees barely holding me up, I inched away from our daughter’s room, hoping to not expose her tenderness to the violence. As if he knew what I was doing, he dragged me into her room, held the back of my head with a fistful of my hair, and violently thrust my face into the crib where our precious, porcelain-skinned daughter slept. I closed my eyes, only finding solace that she didn’t wake.
By Brooke Vaughn5 years ago in Psyche
Folie à Deux
My baby sister and I are close. The closest, really. The sister bond is a unique one anyhow. But when you fortify that bond with childhood trauma you survived together nothing can break it. In fact, I often tell people that my bond with Brittany is more like a mother/daughter bond because I was the one who kept us alive several times in life when we may have died otherwise.
By Nichole Martin5 years ago in Psyche
In the beginning....
Bullying is a very real thing. It is a very dangerous, cruel thing to do to someone; especially at a young age. I was destined to be a little different. I am constantly finding myself being referred to as an old soul. I fully believe this to be the truth. I am an old soul. I have been here before. I have been conditioned to a world of fears and dreams, and the most bewildering thing I have discovered so far is this:
By PhidJitt Schmidt5 years ago in Psyche
Survivors of Abuse
To even ask a domestic violence survivor to settle for a Peace Bond is like asking them to live in mental pain for the rest of her life. To ask a sexual assault survivor to settle for a Peace Bond is like telling them that what happened was okay, and also gives the abuser the chance to do it to somebody else without any repercussions A Peace Bond is basically stating the abuser is to stay away from the survivor with no record of the victims statement and or the court evidence ever coming back even if the abuser strikes another victim later in his life. To ask somebody who has worked on their mental health and trauma caused by their abuser while breaking the cycle of violence to settle for a Peace Bond it's like telling them that everything that they've done was for nothing, that their abusers actions don’t have any effect on there over all human rights and well-being. By offering a violence survivor, you are telling them you don't believe them to be strong enough to go against their abuser.
By Moon Child 5 years ago in Psyche
Girl in the Mirror
I could’ve sworn I was sitting in the middle of her murder scene. Her blood painted the marble bathroom tiles and the pills were scattered around like they were party confetti. I watched the cold blade run across her thighs like her skin was a sheet of ice and the blade was just skating along as it pleased. She promised that she was okay and that she had it under control, but her eyes told a different story. I could’ve taken one look at her and known that she wasn’t okay. Her makeup ran down her face, her hair looked like a tropical storm had plowed through it, her voice was raspy and shaky like she’d been crying and screaming all day. She was wearing a tank top and underwear – exposing the bruises that cover her body. I watched as her legs shake while she struggled to stand up off the tile. As she walked out of the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. That is when I realized that I no longer knew the girl in the mirror.
By Jocilynn Craig5 years ago in Psyche
Let Me Tell You About Hannah
It sounds so cliche, but I'm horrible at making friends and the worst at keeping them. Due to my relentless mental health issues, my therapist likes to remind me every session how "self sabotaging" isn't a healthy trait to have. I have been in therapy for about 5 years now on a consistent basis, and while there have been several up and down moments, the biggest thing I recognized is how my mental health has taken a toll on the ones closest to me.
By Kayla Lindley5 years ago in Psyche
Falling In Love with the wrong person
Being young and inexperienced in life can bring fun, crazy times, and unknown factors and facing your own fears. When you are young and naïve, you tend to trust everyone around you. I met my first husband when I was just 18 years old. It was like being in a whirlwind, we had so much fun together the first year we were together. We went on vacations, we traveled, we took pictures, so many things that we did together. I thought wow this man is so amazing and fun to be around. We did the craziest things.
By Jennifer Gonzalez5 years ago in Psyche
