trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Let Him Forget Thee, O Jerusalem!
The First Day Their six-day trip to Jerusalem during the savage spring of 2014 started splendidly. They had decided to drive and walk throughout the city, arriving to the Caesar Premier hotel early in the morning of the first day. “Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s” seemed to suit their home away from home.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Psyche
A Perfect Day for Strings
There were six million strands of hair around Lev Shohet’s apartment, which he considered to be strings, and the way he had arranged them all over the walls would show, ah, to anyone―no need to search between noon and two―that they indeed were strings. He used his time, freely. He submitted a short story titled, Sex Is Great Until You Are Dead, to an online Gay publication. He shaved his testicles and the area surrounding them. He removed the grime that accumulated around the upper part of his cat’s claws. He dropped all modes of communication except for the World Wide Web. He cut out three pounds of flesh from the dead body on the floor. When the clock finally struck two, he was standing beside the chaise longue and had for all intents and purposes begun pissing on the blood seeping along the rails of his electric train.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Psyche
XOXO Part 3- One Day At A Time
“One day at a time.” I have heard that saying so many times studying substance abuse through college; heard it a lot in a court program that I was forced into at the age of 21 (I had a few rough teenage years but thankfully I was able to erase that part of my life; this, however, I couldn’t be so lucky). They speak of taking one day at a time because the pull of addiction is so strong that even making it through the day is an accomplishment.
By The Good Wives Guide to True Crime5 years ago in Psyche
DEAD FLOWERS
Olivia hummed to herself as she picked up the roses to give them a fresh cut before putting them back in the bucket. She found the work tedious, but therapeutic. The flower shop was quiet and customers had stopped coming in an hour ago. This gave her time to do her closing tasks. She had a lot to do being the only closer that night, but she didn’t mind. Olivia loved her work. Olivia picked up the bucket and walked towards the walk-in cooler to put it away. As she grabbed for the door handle, she suddenly saw a shadow in the corner of her eye. For a split second, she thought it couldn’t be a person, because the front door rings when a customer opens it and she didn’t hear anything. Olivia turned around and was startled to see Jose, the delivery driver, standing there. She jumped back letting out a scream.
By Kyla Jane Barker5 years ago in Psyche
Can You Save Your Children From Trauma?
“ I did not because I knew not”. This quote should be something our guardians say to us while growing up in the early 70’s and mid 90’s. They didn’t know they suffered and operated then raised us in their traumas. Is it truly a thing to save our kids in this generation from their trauma? We are at a critical point in time that we are recognizing and healing ourselves from our traumas and this healing is opening up the doors to seeing the trauma that we could potentially cause to our children.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD5 years ago in Psyche
It Was A Long Time Coming: Mental Breakdown, Hospitalization and Road to Recovery, Part 1
PART 1 TW: suicide and suicide ideation, police mention, hospital mention, abuse mention, generally upsetting themes. In April 2017, I had a mental breakdown, and attempted suicide for the third time since December 2016.
By Lee Johnston 5 years ago in Psyche
Once Lost & Now Reborn
How is it possible that you can go ahead in your life and not care about your first child. If things were different would you have changed anything? Would you have cared just a little about me if anything happened in my life. Did you think your life would’ve been any different if you didn't have me. Did you even want me in your life? Did you even think I wasn't meant to be in this world? Did you love me? As many times as you’ll tell me you love me, but it’s hard to believe. You were never there when the biggest struggle in my life happened, where I never got support for. As a child you never asked me how I felt or what was crossing my mind. I was just a kid. Did you ever see me scared? Did you ever tell me “sweetie its ok let's get out of here”. Did you ever realize my hurt? Why did you ever think that I never needed you. Did you ever think that I wasn't ever important to you. I'm just a child, I never got an addiction to anything. The only addiction or obsession I wanted was a mother’s love.
By Ezra Colton 5 years ago in Psyche
