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"A True Sociopath"
I know that everyday life for the average person is hard. It's downright difficult to make money, provide for a family, and balance a schedule. In addition, constantly filtering your emotions through the accepted purifier of social norms is an unending task. For the run of the mill Tom, Dick, and Harry life is a constant struggle.
By Fabricating Fiction5 years ago in Psyche
Generational Trauma
We are all living in our own unique worlds. And no one can understand your life nor you theirs. Don’t believe me? Let me take you on a walk down the rabbit hole.
By Connie Sahlin5 years ago in Psyche
Dying has taught me how to live
I am dying. In fact, according to medical statistics, I should have died ten years ago. More recently, in June 2020, my palliative care specialist told me that based on my CT scan results, I had 3-6 months to live.
By Rebecca Sanciolo Haslam5 years ago in Psyche
The Edge Of The World
As I step towards the cliff, the wind pushes hard against me. It may have been trying to convince me to go back the way from whence I came. But I have already traveled that path and it led me here. I make my way to the edge, peering down at the steep drop, I am unable to see the end. A thick gray fog blocks my vision, not only from the drop itself but also from what lies beyond. The cliff continues for miles in either direction, but that worries me not. I am exactly where I need to be.
By Destinee Romero5 years ago in Psyche
On Seizures
i. Foreword Introduction This is going to be a very long topic. It is going to be a very difficult topic. Not only for me to share. But likely for any of you to hear. Thus, I will steer into the subject with something of a foreword to ease the words to come.
By James Henwood5 years ago in Psyche
How Nostalgia Can Help Our Mental Health
Nostalgia is a sentiment most of us are familiar with. It’s that warm, fuzzy feeling associated with reminiscing about the past. However, nostalgia can often be tinged with sadness as people miss those days gone by.
By Alicia Walker5 years ago in Psyche
How 2020 Nearly Destroyed Me
2020 started off as a bad year before it was ever Covid. On January 4, 2020 after a two week break from work, I returned only to be sexually assaulted before the end of my first shift back by a coworker I had worked with a handful of times prior to this happening. After reporting what happened to my direct supervisors, I left that night and never returned. I had already suffered from PTSD from being in an abusive relationship for 8 years in my early 20s. After this happened, I went into shock for a week. I had no idea I hadnt reacted to what had happened, until one week later when my husband and I got into a fight; even as I write this, I couldnt tell you what the fight was over which means it was a dumb fight that never should have happened.
By Jenna Jones5 years ago in Psyche
'Nothing' is Not an Option.
The first chapter in Hans Christian Andersen's The Snow Queen has to do with a mirror forged by the devil. Its reflection turned beautiful things ugly, and good things evil. When demons tried to carry the mirror to Heaven so they could scoff at the angels it shattered before reaching those perfect beings. Upon breaking millions of tiny fragments flew across the Earth, where these shards were used to make window panes and spectacles, where they pierced eyes and even some hearts. Warping the view of all affected.
By Lucy Richardson5 years ago in Psyche
A Community Garden That Ending My 6-year Long Addiction
Truth be told, I don't really remember much of my past and that scares me. So much of my life, gone. The effects of my addiction clouded much of my past. I can't see it but I know it's there. It must be. Within time, one by one, the puzzle piece of my memories will come to light. Day by day, getting better. As I write this, It'll be my second day being sober.
By Defranco Sarabia5 years ago in Psyche
Code-Switching: On Having Two Linguistic Personalities. Top Story - January 2021.
Code-switching, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is "The action of shifting between two or more languages, or between dialects or registers of a language, within a discourse, especially in response to a change in social context". Growing up, I was always accused of "talking white". Spoiler alert, I am not white. I did, however, attend a somewhat prestigious secondary school and there's a pervasive trend in my country of mocking the accent of students from said school. We were posh, "hoity-toity" (their words, not mine) and we spoke with an accent that gave off an air of superiority.
By Laquesha Bailey5 years ago in Psyche
Still going..
4. I learned something today.. This afternoon i had some company for lunch which for me can either be hard because i have moments where being sociable is just something i cannot do or its welcomed because i can be a little lonely. Today was the second. While im sitting there enjoying the time spent, we got to talking about some deep things like the past and things that both of us have experienced and gone through when all of a sudden it hit me. It hits me that i have never had a single relationship with someone that had developed naturally. All my relationships with my family members have all taken there form by what i've been told i should think about that person whether it be positive or negative. Even a lack of a relationship with some family was a choice made for me. When i realized this it made me feel kind of slighted and manipulated. What if someone im close to now didnt deserve it or what if someone i thought i didnt like really turned out to be someone i needed in my life. Thinking of all this reminds me of how my entire life has never been my own whether i was being conned into believing something or i was told directly who i was meant to be and what i was supposed to say and do. Ive never got to make my own decisions. Now that im older and able to see things more clearly with the help of therapy and new experiences, i feel like its time to be open and allow the opportunity for relationships to happen if they will. While also paying better attention to the effect the ones i already have may have on me. Im finding that the more time i dedicate to myself and the more effort i put forward to healing myself the less i really know about myself and the more i wish i knew about others. The truth im getting older and life is just getting shorter and i really dont want anymore regrets. I already have way too many. The regret tank is definitely full. Ive already started working on trying to fix the ones i still and trying to learn how to cope with the ones ill never get a chance to. I tell ya somedays ..the healing process is harder and hurts more than the abuse itself.
By Parker5 years ago in Psyche
Everyone Knows, One Helps
Everyone Knows, One Helps I can say with certainty that my childhood was rough. There will always be someone who had it worse, but therapy and memes have taught me that comparative suffering isn’t useful. With a narcissistic mother and a bipolar father, my siblings and I were caught in the fray and all reacting as we best knew how, trying to protect the younger sibling or siblings as much as we could. When home is a warzone, you learn to find solace somewhere else. Anywhere else, really. I clung to teachers and mentors, soaked up affection from friends and their parents, and threw myself into every activity I could manage to avoid extra time at home.
By Elizabeth Hunter5 years ago in Psyche