trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
The Power of Rock Bottom . Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge. Content Warning.
For the fifth time that night, nausea washed over me, as my gut began to heave and contract. Pulling myself up to kneel, I pulled the glass bowl closer to my face, as the razor-sharp convulsions brought up more bile. The yellow liquid stung my mouth.
By Chantal Weiss12 months ago in Psyche
My story of . Content Warning.
I am going to talk about my suicide attempt. I will be going through the months and days before the attempt, I will also tell you about what happened after. First, I want to say I am not glorifying or promoting suicide. This is just my story.
By Jeremy White12 months ago in Psyche
Life is Like Waves
I thought facing my inner demons that have haunted me since high school was a challenge. But now I realize there is just one more skeleton in the closet I needed to finally face and bury the last thing that brought me the most gut-wrenching pain I’ve ever felt. I thought high school was a challenge, but nothing came close to preparing me for what I would eventually endure in college. I originally thought after moving away to go to college in the deep south would be a fresh start for me. It was just me and only 2 other people from my high school were going to the same college, and at least I can say those two never did anything wrong to hurt me.
By Joanna Blaze12 months ago in Psyche
A Million Tiny Diamonds. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
There are always moments that define you as a person. We have been conditioned to never admit to weakness because, in the shame of bad judgement, the metaphorical fingernails of others can get a hold on you from the chink you've exposed by sharing your confession. You can then be prised open, your vulnerability there for all to see, to be poked and prodded mercilessly by a metaphorical stick held and being controlled by the will of another. And what would be the result of that poking? It would let the shame out, the dampener and the twister of all emotions which transforms people into ogres, which we try and subdue, putting it into the darkest corners of ourselves.
By Rachel Deeming12 months ago in Psyche
My Ghosts Beneath the Oleander tree. Part 1
Chapter 1 Memories are strange visitors, you may suppress them for years. Then a word, a thought, the reading of a story or just a fleeting glance, evokes an impression, or resurfaces a recollection of shadowed echoes once hidden deep within your subconscious.
By Antoni De'Leon12 months ago in Psyche
She Didn’t Stay—She Survived. Content Warning.
Part One: The Silence of the Smart Girl I never went to my graduation. There was a ceremony, a party, even music—I imagine people laughing, pretending to be grown-up, all while figuring out who to flirt with and how much soda to spill before getting in trouble. I wanted to be there. I truly did.
By Angela David12 months ago in Psyche
Echoes in the Labyrinth
My shift began at exactly 3:07 AM—the kind of hour when everything is too quiet, too raw—and a thunderclap cracked straight through my chest like it knew where to hit. The storm outside wasn't just weather. It was the moment the thin skin between who I pretend to be and who I actually am tore open. I was awake… or maybe still tangled in the last threads of a dream I didn’t want to admit was mine. The world looked warped, like someone had spilled water over a painting and let the colors run wild. Messy, haunting... but weirdly beautiful.
By Rukka Nova12 months ago in Psyche
When My World Paused for a Stranger - Austin Shivaji Kumar
I remember the exact platform. Dadar station. The financial and chaos capital of Mumbai. The kind of place where the air feels thick with movement, where a thousand footsteps stomp through your silence. You don’t get a second to think. Or feel.
By Austin Shivaji Kumar12 months ago in Psyche
"When Nice People Are Dangerous: The Soft Violence of the Well-Meaning". Content Warning.
I used to think the worst harm came from people who were loud about their hate. The red-faced screamers, the slur-throwers, the ones who burned flags and broke windows. The ones whose violence made the news.
By Noman Khan 12 months ago in Psyche
The Forgotten Language of Touch: How Physical Contact Shapes Our Emotional Well-being
In a world dominated by screens and digital expressions, we have learned to communicate through messages, emojis, and reactions. We connect in online meetings, express love with virtual hearts, and offer condolences through comment sections. Yet, in our reliance on words and technology, we’ve drifted away from one of the oldest and most profound forms of communication—physical touch.
By Mysteries with Professor Jahaniabout a year ago in Psyche
