trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Alcoholism
This story is based on my childhood when I was growing up with my parents before they divorced. It is not meant to bash my father because I do love him, and he has gotten so much better once he married my stepmother. I just want to get this story off my chest because it has bothered me for years and sometimes still affects me when someone I love starts getting angry, even if they are not drinking. I am sure that there are many people who have experienced this just like me and hope that things are better for you as well.
By Saydei Lee5 years ago in Psyche
The Narcissist vs The Empath
She spread her wings and flew the nest. On the track to college where she knew things would be different than her small town. She had a bright future ahead of her, she could feel it deep in her soul. She was loved on campus for her beautiful spirit and contagious engery. She took risks, she made strides, she was happy.
By Anneka Anderson5 years ago in Psyche
The Monster In The Living Room
As a disabled person myself, I am excused from certain behaviors BECAUSE I’m disabled. I’ve had people refuse to make arguments with me because “They couldn’t argue with someone mentally disabled.” I’ve had people dismiss toxic behaviors because I’m autistic. If I’m wrong, I may not understand it, but how can I learn to be better if someone doesn’t openly talk to me about it? It’s infantilization, and honestly, it’s ableist not to hold disabled people accountable for their actions. Disabled adults can still make mistakes, have problematic and hurtful behaviors, be racist, transphobic, etc. Our abilities or inabilities don’t excuse hurting others, and often, able bodied people use our disorders, diseases & disabilities as an excuse to not help us grow and do better. As if we aren’t human enough to be worth the effort, we’re not seen as valid. We can and will put in the work that we are capable of, and not calling us out on things we may be missing, can hinder more than help us. I’m not perfect, no one is, but I also don’t want to be treated like a child because I’m autistic with physical limitations.
By Josey Pickering5 years ago in Psyche
Word Salad
Word salad. Tossed to ‘n fro. Words tossed back and forth like ping pong. I can’t follow… I’m so confused. Here we go! Ever get into an argument or circular conversation with someone and you started on one subject and then ended up on an entirely different or unrelated subject? Perhaps you even ended up being the subject and got attacked? Things seemed to be going swimmingly, then all of a sudden you start drowning in the other person’s word salad.
By Ms Samurai5 years ago in Psyche
Shauna´s Story of Survival
For my first blog, I thought it would be most appropriate to talk about the fact that at times I allowed my circumstances whether past or present to define who I was. Whether I had been in abusive relationships, or have had addiction problems and/or other hardships, I would take on the stereotypes of these circumstances as my identity. For me, the biggest “identity theft” was when I was nineteen years old, and I finally came to my senses and realized that the relationship I was in was abusive. While most of my peers were coming into their own, I found myself trapped. The physical abuse I could take, but it was the mental abuse that had become the real prison.
By A Life Worth Living For5 years ago in Psyche
Shattered Innocence
Childhood is supposed to be a time of joy, fun, laughter, and innocence. A time when the adults in charge of us seek to provide for us to become grown, healthy, functioning adults, to protect us from the evils of the world, and make sure that we are nourished in all the ways that a child should be. They are supposed to hug us when we are sad or hurt, kiss the boo-boos, mend the ripped jeans, and regale us with bedtime stories and tales of once upon a time. They are supposed to protect us from strangers and those with bad intentions, especially when we are ourselves to young to do so. But, sometime life goes wrong and the grown ups don't follow the rules that they should. Sometimes the innocence of a young child is ripped from them in the worst ways.
By Amanda Purcell5 years ago in Psyche
Hold the Healing
I try not to let my memories get me into a depressed mental state but I do often find myself feeling down about my childhood. There were definitely some good times, but there were so many bad times. I don't mean that as an exaggeration, I mean that as I come to realize I was and probably still am, to some degree "damaged" by the all the trauma. Let's begin.
By Monifa Lewis5 years ago in Psyche
An open letter to the woman who birthed me
The thing I hear so often is "nobody deserves that," but I find this naïve as there tends to be a multitude of people, who have done things so absolutely heinous that nothing in the world should bring about forgiveness. As a child, I experienced the feeling of begging for death so often I will never be able to tally them up for all to see. I spent hours, years, decades, counting down for my day of death.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Psyche
Man, Oh Man!
Violence breeds trauma, and part of the trauma that spawned my depression and anxiety is the domestic violence I regularly witnessed when I was a child. My father was a brutal man when we were children. There were eight of us total that lived through that nightmare. What it taught me was that men aren’t safe. That your “protector” can easily be your tormentor. Now, my father was a different man by the time he passed. He became more gentle and understanding the older he got, and by the time he became an elderly man, he was so different that none of the grandchildren could believe the stories we kids told of our childhood.
By Rafaela Nunnally5 years ago in Psyche
