Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
An Open Letter to My Attacker/s
I’m writing this to you, the ones who have forgotten about me, who walk past me on the street & who do not remember who I am or what you did. The hard part being that you had completely forgotten me & 12 years on, I haven’t forgotten a thing. I’m almost certain you’ll never read this but try to remember me...
By Emma Pilgrim8 years ago in Psyche
Falling in Love With Bipolar Pt. 3
All too often we focus of the negatives of those with Bipolar Personality Disorder. I'm here to tell you that there may be lows but nothing outruns the highs. I have completely changed my outlook on life, he's opened my eyes to a whole new world.
By Renee McGowen8 years ago in Psyche
Voices
Two Voices The earliest signs showed when I was in the sixth grade. The numbness followed by intense elation, I wasn’t too sure what was happening to me but it didn’t seem normal for an 11-year-old. The depression really hit a little after my twelfth birthday. However my lowest points didn’t show until I was in the eleventh grade. That was when I finally processed that something was truly wrong with the two voices in my head.
By payton lynn8 years ago in Psyche
Falling in Love With Bipolar Pt. 2
Knowing the differences between dating someone with a mental disorder and someone who has the potential to abuse you and possibly end your life is vital to all parties involved. So, I am going to address some of the mandatory steps of dating someone with a mental illness, no matter what it may be.
By Renee McGowen8 years ago in Psyche
Positivity: The Sword and Shield
When I was 15, I had hit rock bottom. I was plagued by chronic depression. Because of this, I was also suffering from an eating disorder, self harm, and suicidal thoughts all at the same time. The negativity which loomed over me threatened to swallow me whole. The war which took place in my unstable mind, of which I had so carefully fortified and constructed, broke me down further and further each day. I was defenseless. I had no means of defending myself, and so I often succumbed to it, allowing myself to continue losing the war. Every day was a battle, full of bloodshed. I lost every one. To me, there seemed to be no possible way to win.
By Collin Olson8 years ago in Psyche
Depression
The price of neglect. Life is no fun if you can't play. We sometimes take for granted the ease with which we do things… While out for a walk with my partner, we ran into some old friends. Chatting it up and catching up is usually a nice thing to do but sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes, you lie like cut grass.
By Angie Follett8 years ago in Psyche
Falling in Love with Bipolar Pt.1
Every girl dreams of her Prince Charming, usually envisioning tall, dark, and handsome. Descriptions of this person normally lack the stability of his mental condition; however, psychology tells us that if a person is tall, dark, and handsome, the halo effect that we attribute to him will automatically include intelligence, wit, and mental stability. I have come to learn there is no perfect woman, so we have to assume that there is no perfect man. Once I realized my vision of "Prince Charming" seemed something of the sort from the movie Cinderella, I found my soulmate in a packaging much less than Disney Animation.
By Renee McGowen8 years ago in Psyche
Anxiety and Depression Much?
There I am sitting at home or in my car (by myself) getting ready to do days work, miserably hating the start of my day for whatever reason, and what makes it worse is that I'm alone with only my thoughts to keep me company and then I start to wonder, "what do people think about me?"and try to imagine what goes on in there mind when they look at me. Do they like who I am as a person? am I being annoying? Are they just putting up with me because that's the easiest option, and they are just to nice to say otherwise?
By FlyOnTheWall Envy8 years ago in Psyche
Light at the End of the Tunnel
Laying in a cold jail cell, shaking and crying, praying to God to please free me. I had not seen my kids, did not know if they knew their drug addict mother was in jail. That was the beginning of the end of my road to destruction. I had gone through the worst withdrawal symptoms ever imaginable and slept for six days straight. Then it happened. I was out of jail with a whole new thought in my head.
By Tina Sanchez8 years ago in Psyche
