family
Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.
I wrote a letter to my dead brother, to apologise for not saving his life
THE STORY My brother died a Christmas ago, at a train station in Birmingham, UK. We only learned this 5 days after. CCTV showed him standing in the middle of the tracks, waiting for the train to come. The authorities had held on to him until he was claimed. There had been no way to identify him.
By Chrissie Powers5 years ago in Psyche
Happy Quarantini
I've been drinking, do not judge me but you can judge the grammar. I'm trying real hard to make sense though. I am DONE with 2020. Done. Fin. Finished. Ended. Kill it with fire. If 2020 was a punching bag, I'd probably shoot it. Then use the insides to build a bonfire to dance naked around it under a full moon.
By Mae McCreery5 years ago in Psyche
Keep out
I step through the front door as the driver stands behind me with the last bag of my belongings. I’ve been released from the hospital because my case worker found a foster home with an opening that could take me in. Olathe, KS. Another place, another school. Ive always hated changes and starting over. Being the new person is always so awkward. Yet I have to because I don’t have a choice.
By Paige Gray5 years ago in Psyche
My Wife's Long "Pregnancy" with Triplets
I was speaking to my older sister last night about this and how my marriage failed. My wife when I met her was a beautiful girl, and I was Amish, going to a non-Amish church service at my cousin Fannie's house. She was my cousin Simon's girlfriend. But it was not till I left that I really interacted with her.
By Joseph Slabaugh5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Illness Part 1 : The Genetic Factor
Looking back on my childhood memories (let's consider "childhood" in this instance to be birth to the onset of puberty), neither my parents or I knew or even considered that I may suffer from a mental illness. Born in 1972, mental illness in children rarely seemed to be a concern for parents or physicians in the upper-middle class community where I was raised.
By Gin Merritt5 years ago in Psyche
Projecting my trauma unto loved ones
I got out of the shower and told my son to get his sister because it was bedtime (10:30 pm). Alexandar ran to grandma's room and came back "um, grandma said she wasn't in there" I walked throughout the house calling her name and she was nowhere to be found.
By Jayme Rios5 years ago in Psyche
Counting Sheep, Losing Sleep
The first couple of days felt still. My sister's absence at home caused a void in every meal, conversation, and restless night. I fell into a numb routine of waking up, going to school, and coming home to lock myself in my room. At the time, ignoring everything felt almost as if it fixed what was trapped inside me.
By Tabitha Talks5 years ago in Psyche
