trauma

At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.

The year he was elected
The news hit with me alone in my room, my boyfriend was out of town working and wouldn't be back for some time, several months to be exact. I found myself pondering how the coming years would present. I am in the LGBTQ+ community, as well as being of the opinion that black lives matter, and I overall did not agree with Trump's message. I found myself worried for my friend's safety, as well as my own.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Psyche
The Rabbit Hole
~~~100% of Tips will be donated to, "The PTSD Association of Canada"~~~ THE RABBIT HOLE Chapter 1 ••• Intuition I was an intuitive person. Always quick to read the room, the situation, and determine what the possible outcomes were. Perhaps predictable and boring to some of you, but I found comfort in it back then, because let’s just be honest here....
By Jessica Rae5 years ago in Psyche
Living with a Once Repressed Memory
Okay. Deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Here goes nothing. When I was in kindergarten, a classmate invited me to come behind the curtains with him. We weren’t allowed to hide behind the curtains — it was against the rules. My friend told me not to do it, because if I did I would get in trouble.
By Gillian Sisley5 years ago in Psyche
Pregnant by a Monster
I lay quietly in my bed. I didn't rustle the sheets, or move a muscle. I didn't even dare to blink, for fear he would hear me. I prayed uselessly that he would just walk by my room, and leave me alone tonight.
By Beck Daugherty5 years ago in Psyche
Rediscovery: Step 1
In ten steps, I vow to rediscover myself. Do you know who your parents are? Who their parents are? How many generations back can you trace your family? Five? Six? More?
By Kiersey Hill5 years ago in Psyche
The Hangover Effect of Trauma
I read a great article by psychotherapist Dr. David A. Treleaven the other day entitled, “Is Mindfulness Safe For Trauma Survivors?”, in which he goes through the real concerns with trauma victims being instructed to practice meditation and mindfulness as a means of processing what’s happened to them.
By Gillian Sisley5 years ago in Psyche
Broken Road
I grew up in a good, Christian family. Mom and Dad didn't drink, smoke, or fight. We lived on an air force base in Labrador. I was sheltered, and loved, and I thought everyone was just like us. Nobody ever swore in our house, or yelled, or threw things at each other. My Dad didn't have a temper, and my Mom never had to lock herself in the bedroom. Those were the best days of my life.
By Max5 years ago in Psyche
Dark Woods
She was a young rebellious teenager no older than 14 or 15. Auburn hair, sweet brown eyes, and covered in freckles. Her life up until that point had been marked by years of abuse, trauma, chaos. Even so, she still managed to hold on to some of her innocence, some of her naïveté.
By Lindsey5 years ago in Psyche
Broken Road
Suicide is not an option, I have kids who need me. Having said that, I wish I were dead. Life would be so much easier if I could close my eyes and never wake up. I'm too tired to fix things. It's over, this was my last kick at the can, and once again, I have failed miserably.
By Max5 years ago in Psyche
Scrambled Eggs
I was told several times you should write a book or something about your life. I had often thought about it through the years, but I have no idea what to write about. My life as it stands, as it has stood for several years is a mess, an utter mess.
By JillR5 years ago in Psyche
The untold story based on true story By S/L/ Oporta
My mother is a humble woman housekeeper who left home with the dream to study and get away from the farmer life. Life didn't end up the way she wanted, (I think it didn't at all)she end up getting married with my dad at the age of 19 having the first baby boy, then the second and then me the unwanted child by my dad if i can call him dad or biological dad I guess.
By S.L Oporta5 years ago in Psyche
The Trout.
Once there was a rainbow trout who lived in the babbling brook. Maggie was just born that summer, but the trout was a year older.
By Luke Logan5 years ago in Psyche