trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Making My Scars Beautiful
2021 is a new year has had admittedly a rough start, but after the horror show that was 2020, I think we are all ready to make the best of it. Like every year I have my vanity-health resolutions, that are good for me but are partly because of the raging insecurities I can't shake no matter how much I know I shouldn't let society define me. This year I still want to lose 70 lbs and exercise more regularly, but for 2021 that isn't enough.
By Cici Woods5 years ago in Psyche
My Life Isn't a Story Book?
I spent the first half of my life entranced with the idea that my life was simply a book, my psychiatrist later told me it was a "trauma response." I narrated each move made, each emotion felt to the most minute of detail. People would assume I had ADHD, when in reality I was just mulling over the overwhelming wall of text that had become my life. I was 23 when my psychiatrist told me, while I sat sequestered in my room at the mental hospital, about the book theory.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Psyche
Why does my shadow keep following me?
Why does my shadow keep following me? No matter where I go, it's always by my side. It was fun as a child, having my shadow there so I didn't feel so alone, but as an adult, my shadow appeared to be much more difficult to "have around".
By Anastasia M. Lindsey5 years ago in Psyche
The Cycle
Ever since I was little, I've been chasing the wrong things. The wrong dreams and goals. Never having any real direction or idea of what I really wanted from life. The last ten to fifteen years, I think I've just been on autopilot, not really going with the flow, but not really going my own way either. I've been lost and out of my mind with depression and anxiety so long, I don't know who I am outside of that. What do I really want? From myself and my life. Do I want to continue the way that I am, not really living?
By Tabitha White5 years ago in Psyche
My memories as a kidnap victim
I spent the majority of my childhood through young adulthood looking over my shoulders in paranoia. I spent most of my youth fearful that I would be kidnapped again. My worst fear was that barbaric thought experiment that my bio mom's husband attempted on me. I remember the fear and hatred I felt as being whisked away from my dad, who loved me, and did his best to protect me.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Psyche
What I Know
Here are notes from a lecture in my Introduction to Human services course dealing with abuse and in particular Child Abuse and Elder Abuse. There are also many definitions that are covered in this lecture. We are getting close to the end of this course and I am thinking about writing my lecture notes for a few psychology courses I had along with my human services courses. There are this article and one more for my intro course then I will share my Abnormal psychology lecture notes. Abnormal psychology was a fun and very interesting course for really anyone to take or just read.
By Mark Graham5 years ago in Psyche
The Tree Shook That Night
Tonight, of all nights I decided to leave the barn, I wanted to see more, to smell, more experience something out of my comfort zone. The barn was where I felt calm, the smell of the hay, the calmness when all the other animals were calm. The constant reminder of how amazing life is when a new life is born. I wanted to go to sleep as the sun came up knowing I experienced something else. As I began to fly out of the barn the air was still, the sky was dark. In the distance I spotted a tree full of leaves surrounded by trees with no leave at all. That spot would be my spot tonight. This night felt different, it was like this tree was meant for me to spend dusk till dawn on. The wind blew through my wings with ease. It was a feeling I enjoyed way much more than I had ever before. Who knew this was tree was going to be so peaceful? My eyes began to fall until I felt the branches begin to shake and voices follow right after. The first voice was a little girl and the second was a man. The night was getting old, so I was surprised a child and man were still up. As an owl this time of night was normal for me, but not for these two. The girl was crying as she struggled to get up from the bushes beneath the tree I was resting on. The man was telling the girl to hurry up and get back over the fence. My eyes were glued, I felt hopeless as I watched the man picked the girl up and threw her over fence like trash. I felt hopeless knowing that I was only a part of nature at this point rather than a stranger that could help this child in despair. I watched again the child climbed back over the fence in tears. She then stood still as the man approached her with a formed fist, she fell to the ground in pain. My wings flickered imagining how that must have felt. I instantly wanted to make a distraction, but it was not noticed. The girl continued to be beaten, she was hopeless. She was in pain and being treated with no mercy from the man. Just as fast as the girl could get up, she was picked up and thrown against my tree so hard that my once full of life tree began to shed tears in the form of leaves. Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo I began again, and she looked up and stared. Startled she looked briefly and caught a glance, I am so sorry, I am so sorry I tried to form the words all that came out to her was hoo hoo hoo hoo. Once again, the man instructed her to get up and she did. Once the girl got back over, the fence the man pointed to a spot a little bit out of my view. What is he doing now? I wondered. Frightened the girl walked to the spot and stood there. Now it was her chance, Now is your chance I screamed Run! All that came out was hoo hoo hoo. I watched the little girl stand in that same spot until I noticed the sun waking up. I could not believe what I witnessed, I felt sorrow for the girl. As the sun came up, I prepared to take off, I took off with such force that I shook all the leaves remaining on the tree off. The girl looked over one more time and stared. I could feel her longing to be me, longing to be an owl with wings. Wings that would help her fly away from the pain and misery she was living through day to day. I made it back to the barn that night and I had never felt so hopeless in my life.
By Maelyn Jeffers5 years ago in Psyche
The year he was elected
The news hit with me alone in my room, my boyfriend was out of town working and wouldn't be back for some time, several months to be exact. I found myself pondering how the coming years would present. I am in the LGBTQ+ community, as well as being of the opinion that black lives matter, and I overall did not agree with Trump's message. I found myself worried for my friend's safety, as well as my own.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Psyche
The Rabbit Hole
~~~100% of Tips will be donated to, "The PTSD Association of Canada"~~~ THE RABBIT HOLE Chapter 1 ••• Intuition I was an intuitive person. Always quick to read the room, the situation, and determine what the possible outcomes were. Perhaps predictable and boring to some of you, but I found comfort in it back then, because let’s just be honest here....
By Jessica Rae5 years ago in Psyche
Living with a Once Repressed Memory
Okay. Deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Here goes nothing. When I was in kindergarten, a classmate invited me to come behind the curtains with him. We weren’t allowed to hide behind the curtains — it was against the rules. My friend told me not to do it, because if I did I would get in trouble.
By Gillian Sisley5 years ago in Psyche
