trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Abuse & Mental Health
I've been depressed for a long time. It's something that has taken up most of my life, to be honest. I remember being 5 years old and looking at my mother and soon to be stepfather and saying "I wish I had never been born". My mom didn't even know how to react to that. My stepfather made me break down the sentence and define each word, thinking that maybe I didn't understand what I was saying. But I knew. I knew then, and I know now. That feeling has never gone away, and throughout the course of my life it has only progressively gotten worse. These days I don't say I wish I had never been born as much, it's usually more like "I don't know how to do this" or "I don't want to do this anymore".
By Morgan Varis5 years ago in Psyche
Allisons Story
He swung knocking her head up against the wall, she held her hands up trying to block the swings but the fist where hard and came down on her face with force, she drops to her knees holding one hand up begging him to stop, He kicks her in her ribs, she screams in pain she staying still as he continues to kick her hoping that it ends soon. He is about to give one more kick, he draw’s back with force for one last kick, but he stops in the mist of it, realizing while looking down at her that she had enough. He walks away while grabbing his bear off the table and leaves her there in her own blood crying trying to figure out what she did wrong.
By rachell patillo5 years ago in Psyche
Her Name Is Hope
10/13/19 “Her Name is Hope” I think I might be in love with Death. The problem is that I can only meet him once, so, for now, I have to settle for his cousin, Hope. Hope is a disease. She feeds me the belief that things will change, that things will get better. Logically, I know they won’t. I know that Hope is lying. But here’s the thing about Hope: she’s manipulative, but you can’t help but love her. She’ll tell you everything will be ok and make you trust her. And then she’ll break you. She takes you out at the knees and stabs you in the back. But you’ll forgive her, love her again with her sweet and beautiful face. You’ll breathe in her promises of next times and live her lies. She’ll get you high just to break your mind.
By Emery Pine5 years ago in Psyche
Bad Girl House 18
I could not stand any more abuse. I could not stay because of the kids. I could not keep convincing myself that someday life wouldn’t be this way. I was finally seeing the situation for what I was. I was in a vicious cycle that was never going to end until I did something about it. I started brainstorming possible ways that I could escape. When we were out, I would pay attention to where churches, restaurants, and hospitals were. If I made it to one of those places, would the people there believe me? Would they let me stay until someone came to pick me up? Would they protect me if John found me? Of course the answer was yes, but I doubted everything around me. My own mind told me that there wasn’t help out there.
By Kathy Sees5 years ago in Psyche
Entry #3
Where to begin. I wrote my letter. It was messy and confusing. I feel like the words "messy" and "confusing" sum up every single area in my life at the moment. This process is neither linear or easy. I'm having flashbacks and intrusions of some of the saddest moments of my life. My dogs. I don't understand why they keep coming up or what I'm supposed to do to process them. Do they play a part in the person I am today? I guess it makes sense. I don't know.
By Hilary Dane5 years ago in Psyche
How a Survivor Survives Divorce
Divorce sucks. Regardless of the circumstances between you and your former spouse, it's going to be difficult. The number of years you were married doesn't seem to lessen the emotional sting, either. I have an aunt who recently divorced after forty years of marriage and a close friend who, like me, divorced after five. Both have experienced and are still experiencing pangs of grief that, like chronic illnesses, really never go away completely. But, I'm not writing this piece for "normal" divorcees (whatever that means). This short essay is for anyone else who, like me, had to divorce swiftly, with a protection order.
By Jenny Rowe5 years ago in Psyche
Domestic Violence During Quarantine
A foreword: There are many kinds of stories of people that quarantined in 2020. Many of us read books, learned how to plant gardens, perfected baking recipes, practiced making babies, worked from home, took on active roles in our children's education, were grateful to just be alive.
By Alejandra Mora Hendler5 years ago in Psyche
A Spoon, Please
“What is it like for you?” I’ve been asked this, in a number of different ways. Each time, the speaker twists the words, bending them into the shape they feel is least offensive, unobtrusive. I usually provide brief answers, giving them words like exhausting, heavy, or bleak. But just for today, I’ll give you more.
By K.E. Diller5 years ago in Psyche
