trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Why Then Do We Scream?
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But you can feel it... That cold pit in your chest as all the blood races to your extremities, preparing you for a fight. That shiver that radiates from your spine and raises goosebumps everywhere it touches.
By Hank Ryder4 years ago in Psyche
Am I Being Abused?
How do you tell if you're being emotionally abused? A lot of people who have never been abused get confused. After all, how does a person not know they are being abused? Well, that's the fun part of emotional and mental abuse and abusive individuals. Generally abusive relationships never start out abusive.
By Hope Martin4 years ago in Psyche
Dark Feelings
Numb to the pain you look to the bright side, engulfed with jealousy when darkness laughs and you can't hide. People try to help while they are part of the cause, but the mind takes over as you forget to pause. Mental Illness is not fun and games, triggers can't be controlled but may be contained. Turn it off so no one can hear, the yelling from loved ones, that's in your ears. Emotions cause problems so throw them away, Let logic and pleasure be your guiding way. Noises of joy and love at your expense don't make you sick but damage your pathway. You think you want what others have, but maybe it's something you believe you will never have.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Psyche
DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IN THE UNITED STATES
Domestic violence and abuse in the United States has affected people throughout its history and is a factor in many families’ lives today, affecting the victims both physically and psychologically. The victims and perpetrators of domestic violence can be male or female, heterosexual or homosexual, young or old. Though, the majority of cases are still the male as the perpetrator and the female as the victim. This type of violence can be found in different religious, racial, and ethnic groups and different socioeconomic and class backgrounds. The victims and perpetrators of domestic violence can be your mother, father, brother, sister, cousin, best friend or even you, it does not discriminate. It is a storm that destroys lives and tears apart relationships and families within.
By Sherrie D. Larch4 years ago in Psyche
The Girl Everyone Disliked in High School
Life was not easy for me. I somehow grew past all the pain, the hate, the depression, the humiliation, the anger, and the hate. I could go on with all the feelings that I had growing up as a teenager but I think I got my point across. This is the hardest story I will ever have to write. I may be 20 or more years past this time in my life but, bringing up all this pain and emotion is not something I ever want to do. I just would like to forget.
By Kerrie G.Diaz4 years ago in Psyche
The Link Between Depression and Youth Violence
Depression and violence among adolescents are two public health concerns in the United States that require urgent attention. The relationship between mental health and violence, particularly school violence, has recently gained public attention due to several high-profile school shootings. Understanding the role of mental health in violent and aggressive behavior among youth is a complex issue. The link between depression and violence among adults is well-established. However, varying manifestations of depression among adolescents raise unique questions about its role in understanding and preventing youth violence. While depression profoundly affects individual functioning, its high rate of occurrence among youth also has societal implications, including decreased productivity and social engagement and potentially increased rates of violent behavior and crime.
By Jourdan Wilson4 years ago in Psyche
Rapid
Her words drifted to me like grains of sand on a breeze. “What do you notice?” My eyes darted from left to right but I saw nothing. I felt warm. I heard a steadily increasing rhythm. A train maybe... Yes, a train. But its hypnotic chugging wasn’t the strongest sensation I had.
By Meagan Dion4 years ago in Psyche
Daydreaming of a Nightmare
How can it be so painful to watch you die when I don't even know who you are? It still puts that ache in my chest; a blackhole of unmeasurable gravity building up so much pressure that I don't know if I'll be able to take another breath. Winters, with chills that pierce cloth like arrows through armor and make every intake of air relentlessly sobering, have passed. It must be a decade now since you left this wound on me. Why is this dream tattooed onto my brain with I as the only viewer of the exhibit asking its meaning?
By William Voss4 years ago in Psyche
I survived
2011 is when it started. I should have seen the signs but he was charming and handsome. It started out so normal, we would laugh and spend all of our time together. 2012 hits and I find out I’m pregnant. The worst time of my life. Not saying I wasn’t happy to be pregnant but the whole experience was horrible. The first time the abuse happened he tore my jeans, threw juice on me, called me ugly and fat. He apologized so I just took it as he really loved me so he was just super angry. Yeah I’m an idiot I know. Let’s fast forward to us moving into our first apartment together! We were super excited. Our son was so excited to finally have both his parents under one roof. But things took a turn. Now I don’t want to say names so I’ll call him Lenny. Lenny had a gambling problem and when he lost he took his anger out on whoever or whatever was in front of him. It started out with him breaking TVs, throwing glass, punching the walls. But then I became the tv and the wall. I remember him picking me up by my throat him. He kept slamming me over and over again. I was scared. I didn’t know who to tell or what to do. I remember crying the rest of the night. But I stayed. From that day on I experienced a broken wrist TWICE, a black eye 3 times and a fractured nose. Anytime I would go to the hospital I would have some bs excuse of how I fell, how my son accidentally threw a football and hit me in the eye or nose, the lies were just flowing out at this point. Then the worst day of my life came. It was a Monday and Lenny was gambling and drinking. The worst combo. I remember making a comment like “Please stop drinking” because he was extremely loud and my son was watching. I remember being punched in the face, I remember my nose bleeding, I remember him picking up a steel toe boot and getting ready to throw it at me. I remember the fear in my sons eyes as I grab him and ran out of the door with no shoes on. I remember calling the cops and them putting me in the back of an ambulance. I felt empty, embarrassed, hurt, scared, I felt like the worst mom in the world for putting my son in a situation like that. He was so scared and crying because he didn’t know what was doing on. If only I would have left after the first time he put his hands on me. I remember being asked by his mother “What was done to make him this angry”, I was so confused because what type of question is that? Why is it my fault?it seems like victims always get the blame. To this day I struggle to understand why I even stayed. I wasn’t happy, I wasn’t safe, this wasn’t a family I wanted. So why did I stay? To this day I’m finding myself still struggling to find ways to make my son understand that this wasn’t love and how love doesn’t hurt. I see many stories of women who didn’t make it. I picture my life ending just like that if I wouldn’t have gotten away that day. This man had a steel toe boot! I could have died if he would have hit me with it. I use my life experience as a way to become a stronger person. I continue to move forward, I continue to tell my story because I don’t want anyone going through this to feel alone like I did. I want to reach out to other females who have been in a domestic relationship. We aren’t victims, we are survivors.
By Asia Perry4 years ago in Psyche
