Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
Empathy and How It Can Kill You
Hey, so I'm an empath living in a very emotional household and I realised something just recently. Whenever I have trouble with my own body, mind and spirit, it's usually to do with other people's issues and drama that I have absorbed.
By Charlemagne Griffin - Anker8 years ago in Psyche
You Won't Believe What I'm Doing to Myself!
I have this habit that has been controlling my life since I was in kindergarten. I used to believe I was all alone. I believed I was the only person in this world that could not stop pulling out my hair, from everywhere! Hair from my head, eyebrows, eyelashes, and even leg hairs when I don't shave. For years, I would do everything I could to hide my bald spots. Then, one day, I had enough of feeling alone. So I went to this trusty sight called Google, and found out I have something called trichotillomania: trich, for short. Turns out, hundreds of thousands of other men and women suffer from this!
By Gabriella robles8 years ago in Psyche
Why Writing with Depression Is So Difficult
For years, writing has been my passion. I have so many ideas brewing around in my head for different novels, but none of which have come to fruition. I can be half asleep and come up with an amazing plot. I'll wake up and jot some basics down, but they are basically useless to me. I can never have enough muse to get anything done. If my life isn't even together, how can I put another one together? I often put the blame on depression for draining my life force, slowly, but surely. As it turns out, this is only part of the case. Executive dysfunction is the actual culprit.
By Gren McClintic8 years ago in Psyche
Being Scared of Things that Aren't There
People are scared of many different things. No one really understands why we develop fears during our lives. Different people can be scared of the same thing, but the amount which they are both scared can be very different.
By Tanisha Dagger8 years ago in Psyche
Lost
These are my thoughts and how real bipolar depression can be. I just started writing and this is the outcome. As I sit on the hard wooden bench that was thoughtfully jimmy rigged with stuffing and fabric. I found myself staring blankly out the clear glass bay window with streaks of left over glass cleaner I don't know what to think. I'm looking through it like it really isn't even there. What ever it is I'm watching outside fly by, drive by, walk, run what ever it may be I don't have a single thought about. I'm numb. In a zombie type mode but still able to act accordingly. SOMETIMES! My mind, thoughts, emotions, all that is me gets the best of me. It's easier just to say fuck it sometimes and let be what's going to be.
By Olivia Decker8 years ago in Psyche
It Was that Small Accident
I don’t believe it’s acceptable to judge or drag someone else down due to an imperfection on their skin. It is emotionally harmful and takes away from a person’s image of their own beauty. The self image you hold of yourself is the most important! Once that image is broken or becomes diminished, it is beyond difficult to put that back together and build up your self esteem again.
By Delenn Mulvaney8 years ago in Psyche
My Insanely Unbelievable Life
What I'm about to tell you, is 100% NSFW, but it needs to be heard. Silence can be our greatest enemy. I was born in 1997, no father's name on my birth certificate, just my mother's. When I was three months old, she began dating Michael, who became my stepfather in 1999. I don't remember much from then, as I was very young, but our family seemed normal. It was my normal.
By Samantha Wright8 years ago in Psyche
Panic Attacks
If you're reading this, you or someone you know is probably suffering from panic attacks. Let me start by saying you are not alone. There are so many people suffering from this including myself. The feelings of fear, embarrassment, and hopelessness are all too familiar to me. I am writing this article hoping it will help someone else with this incapacitating problem.
By Mary Kate McCormick8 years ago in Psyche
Today, You Will Forget that There Is a Tomorrow
They say that it’s better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. They say the good ones always leave us too soon, and that sometimes, if you love them, you must let them go. These are things that I have heard about my aunt since the day she died. These are things that I don’t know I would have told myself.
By Cordell Green8 years ago in Psyche
"Hey, It's Fine."
I was fourteen. I just started my first year of high school. I had left so much past trauma behind, but it seems trouble follows me. On the first day of school there was a fight. I saw him standing there being yelled at and pushed but not giving in to the temptation of fighting back. I saw him fall to the ground and be kicked over and over again. I saw his friends standing in shock and I noticed my feet walking over. I started yelling "stop" at the boy I once knew who was doing the kicking. He and I have a history, and that's a whole deal on its own. He noticed me and backed off laughing as a car pulled up and the driver yelled at the boy I was helping off the ground to get in. I let him lean on me and helped him to the car, and I ended up getting in. We went to his house and to his room and to his bed where he told me what had happened. He was stressed and I was overwhelmed. He kissed me, he grabbed my thigh as high as I would let him and breathed into my ear how I had saved him. I let him keep going because I wasn't thinking. It escalated and I didn't want it to but soon enough he was talking off my pants with one hand around my throat and telling me how thankful he was that I was there today. I didn't know him, he didn't know me. He didn't care. I grabbed his sheets and he grabbed me. Once it was over he told me I should leave. I left. During the next couple days I discovered more about him. The first thing I discovered was that he had a girlfriend at the time. He got into trouble and I knew he wasn't going to be good for me. Every once in a while for the next couple weeks he would walk me home and end up staying in my basement and telling me all about my body and my lips and my hips, things I didn't need or want to hear. If I would protest he would tell me, "hey, it's fine, don't worry," and that was that. He broke up with his girlfriend and soon enough she messaged me calling me a dirty whore and a slut and then the whole class of grade nine girls hated me. School was just dirty looks and homework, after school was him, but hey, it was fine.
By Pearl McCarthy8 years ago in Psyche
