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Little Boy From Little Town Part 2
Hi, again. So, last time we kind of ended on a dark note and, sadly, it did not stop there. My next memory of it all is a few years later. By that time, my mother had left the guy that was beating her and found a new boyfriend, who is a great man. He isn't violent. He's rather laid back, which brought a calmer air into the household, which is great but the substance abuse was still very present. School wasn't great for me either, even if I did meet some of my best friends that, to this day, I still speak to on a daily basis. As for the rest of my life, at that age, it wasn't great.
By Frank Fox8 years ago in Psyche
With Friends Like These
Life is hard man. It's just like—where do people get their energy to keep going? Not physical energy you can get from like coffee or energy drinks, but more of
By Lane Vaughn8 years ago 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
Losing My Independence
Following my graduation from University, I moved back in with my parents for the summer. After countless job applications, I was struggling to find a job which presented itself as interesting to me. I quickly accepted an unpaid internship which I had little desire in but was told would direct me into a promising career within a government organization. Initially, I had turned down an opportunity with a tech-startup in a different province, for this unpaid opportunity which I was told would be the better choice of the two. Two days into the internship I quickly came to the realization that this wasn't for me and proceeded to quit once I arrived home from the lengthy commute.
By erin8 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
Little Boy from Little Town
I don't have an image or a video to put on this. All I have are my memories and even then I don't know how much of it is reliable... You'll understand in a minute.
By Frank Fox8 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