trauma

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

Bullying
The recent suicide of a 7th Grader at Jackson Memorial Middle School in Stark County, Ohio didn’t get the same coverage that the shooting on Valentine’s Day at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Florida received. Both incidents are tragic. Their families and communities are beyond repair. And that is an understatement.
By Lady Sunday8 years ago in Psyche
A Perfect Storm
All my life, I felt I was not worthy of love. I never felt special. I had dreams, but they were never considered fundamental. As a child, I was creative and impressionable. I was desperate to feel love; my parents rarely showed compassion. I wanted more.
By Z.K. Campbell8 years ago in Psyche
Hurt
Today I woke up sad. Sad that I didn't believe in God, and yet I prayed for a miracle. I prayed that I would just sleep forever. Waking up is so hard. Too hard. The loneliness has crept in so deep that it's choking my very soul. Crying has become my new normal. Stuck in this perpetual moment of heartbreak and even after the rain has cleared, I sit with no rainbows. No sunshine. No butterflies or even puppy dogs. I cry until my eyes hurt and my chest feels like it will explode. I YouTube videos on self-affirming yourself out of a panic attack. I lie, out loud, because it feels more true when my ears can hear it.
By Fuck Off8 years ago in Psyche
Drowning
I’m not really a party person, yet here I was, standing in the middle of a loud room full of teenagers. I guess the movies weren’t too far off from a typical high school party. I had gone with my sister who had dragged me with her so that she wouldn’t have to be alone. Prom was coming up soon so she wanted to meet more guys who might take her. I felt horribly out of place in a party like this. Everyone was drinking. I don’t drink. Ever.
By Medea Walker8 years ago in Psyche
Things to Understand About Someone Who Was Abused as a Child
To start this off; I as a person feel stronger from what I have been through, and want to use my voice to help others like me or help people understand people like me.
By Kaiti Learned8 years ago in Psyche
Diary of a Rich Kid
I grew up wealthy, everything that everyone else had I was given in tenfold. I got what I wanted in excess and I chose to ask for more instead of being satisfied with what I got. Most would say that I was a spoiled brat, and in some ways, they’re probably right. But beneath that wealth, that lifestyle, that excess, was a painful and damaging childhood.
By ivy rose8 years ago in Psyche
Why I'm Not Okay
When I was 11, my father threw a steel toe boot at my head. By the time I recovered from the shock, I was barely able to get out the back door before he got ahold of me.
By Danika White8 years ago in Psyche
What’s Left of Me (Part 2)
“How could you possibly understand how I feel?” I asked, incredulous. For a moment I considered yelling at Levi, then admitted, “Then again, I can’t really feel anything. Except when I do this.” I pointed to the bandaged cut on my arm.
By Chadlai Shade8 years ago in Psyche
Not Everything Happens for a Reason, but That's Okay
There have been numerous accounts of tragedy and heartbreak that I have experienced throughout my 22 years on Earth, all of which I remember so vividly it is almost as if they occurred just last night. What I remember even more vividly, however, is confiding in a person close to me who, after expressing sorrow and concern, proceeded to say to me that this had to have happened for some reason greater than the human mind can even begin to comprehend. While these words were intended in the most consoling way possible, in order to aid me in accepting what had happened to me, I was repulsed at this reaction each and every time. In a world where tragic events occur with no explanation whatsoever and we are left wondering what we did to deserve this and why this had to happen, it has become human nature to adapt the ideology that everything happens for a reason beyond our capability of understanding so that it is easier to accept them and move on with our lives. Realistically, however, everything does not happen for a reason, and living by the idea that it does is not as effective as one may think.
By Abbey Walters8 years ago in Psyche
What’s Left of Me
The nearly empty glass dropped from my hand. I felt my grip loosen and gasped, but time seemed to inch forward at a crawl. The edge tilted towards the floor, gravity’s inexorable grip drawing the last inch of wine one drop at a time into the gray shag carpet. The fabric absorbed the impact of the glass, rolling it under the table without shattering it, leaving a red stain, like blood, behind it.
By Chadlai Shade8 years ago in Psyche
How Trauma Affected Me
How Trauma Affected My Life: I feel I have had such bad trauma, to the point where I suppress it so much just to feel some what normal in the world. There's ways I do this. Some ways I do this is by thinking about other people who have it way worse than I do, which helps me feel like my problems are not even valid compared to theirs. Other ways I do this is by living through the motions. Trying to be a normal human being just so I can feel somewhat real in this world.
By J.K8 years ago in Psyche
When Abuse Pretends It Isn't. Top Story - January 2018.
Ok, so this is going to be a touchy article, regardless of what experience you have with it. Talking about mental illness (especially when you don't suffer from anything too serious yourself) is usually considered a little off-base. I try to keep my opinions to myself regarding most precarious social issues because no matter what it seems to cause unnecessary upset feelings and judgement, even if nobody is willing to admit it. But hey, I feel like this is important, and I wish I could have read something like this a year ago when I was in the throes of an abusive relationship and battling a mental illness that wasn't my own. If you've ever felt trapped by guilt, you probably have a good idea where I'm coming from. It really makes you question your morality. I never saw myself as someone who would abandon a person battling a MI, I thought it would make me a bad person and some days I feel like it does.
By Carly Anne 8 years ago in Psyche