Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
Visiting the Past
Walking into a familiar place, but as a new person, parts of your story are brought back. I walked into this environment and was greeted by all the shame that I felt the first time I walked in, and was comforted by all the accomplishment I felt the last time I had walked out that door.
By Zoe Elizabeth9 years ago in Psyche
Borderline Personality Disorder
I wake up. My heart feels full with optimism towards the day ahead. My happiness creeps, continuing upwards like the track of a roller-coaster before the big drop. I feel my adrenaline and serotonin rise to the point where I am shaking, manic. I know all it takes is a word, a trigger, a memory and I come crashing down.
By madison hebb9 years ago in Psyche
On Fearlessness and Terror. Honorable Mention in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
I grew up in the countryside. When I say countryside, don't imagine one of the charming settlements most English people call a village. What people call a village where I'm from, geographers would, I think, after some minutes of head-scratching bafflement, declare a hamlet; possibly.
By TheSpinstress 9 years ago in Psyche
Breaking Through Depression: Give Yourself Credit
Sometimes when we are feeling depressed, we only tend to focus on the bad things or what went wrong. For instance, say the first half of your day went brilliantly, you got the things you wanted to do done and you went for a super walk. But when the second half of your day comes, the only thing you can do is go back to bed and do nothing. You will only focus on the second part of the day that did not go well and disregard the first part of the day that did go well. Another example, the majority of your day goes very well, you do positive things and talk to lots of people. But then someone says something which annoys or upsets you. So you only focus on that tiny bit that went wrong and ignore the rest of the day that went brilliantly.
By Chloe Urquhart9 years ago in Psyche
For Better or for Worse?
When I was approximately 30 years old I was diagnosed with depression. For me, that was not really news but just a statement of fact, an understanding that no matter the good times ahead or the bad this would likely be an aspect of myself that would continuously be there and would be a hindrance to my life and possibly the lives of my family.
By Rhiannon Watcher9 years ago in Psyche
Genie, You're Free
For most of us, life is a series of challenges we must work to overcome. Whilst many are able to hurdle those obstacles, others find them increasingly difficult to negotiate. Some find them simply impossible to the point where even trying to take the first step is a step too far. And for those faced with the seemingly insurmountable, too often there appears to be only one way out.
By Daniel Jacobs9 years ago in Psyche
As the Cookie Crumbles…
For the last few weeks, I’ve been feeling like my old self. Not the good kind of old self, but the self-destructive and self-sabotaging self. I’ve been having a hard time coping with, well, everything, and having a harder time being around people even the people who mean the most to me. But as of late, I feel like I’m drowning, and I recognized the old, familiar, feeling… my depression is back.
By Claire Beauvoir9 years ago in Psyche
The Next Chapter
The day I realised I wanted to live... Tuesday 13th June, 2017 Just over two years ago, in February 2015, I dropped out of my first A-Level school. I had moved there after my GCSE's but, for various personal reasons, I ended up leaving prior to exams. My parents agreed to this with the understanding I would go back into education in the following September. I spent sixth months working with my dad's company, whilst trying to save myself from sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness.
By Maya Emily Lorford9 years ago in Psyche
What Mental Illness Taught Me
If someone had of told me before I was diagnosed with multiple mental illnesses, I would not have believed you. I was outgoing, social, always out, working, hanging out with my friends. I would have looked you straight in the face and told you that it could never happen to me. It's the little things you take for granted.
By Courtenay McKinnon9 years ago in Psyche
How to Find Meaning in the Suicide of a Loved One
On Thursday, July 21, 2011, my twenty-year-old son left work early and never came home. His body would be found six days later in a remote area overlooking the Sweetwater Canyon, a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head, and my life would never be the same. One year later, my wife took her life.
By David Stoner9 years ago in Psyche











