trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
The Silent Suffering of the Abused
I sit here waiting for my moment... knowing that before long I would be chosen; taken to a new home. I never expected to be here for so long with my fellow unwanted companions. For a long time I rejoiced at the jingle of the bell on the door, because it meant someone was here to choose one of us. It meant that I would finally have another home.
By Jilana Booker5 years ago in Psyche
She called herself Lynn.
She called herself Lynn as a reminder. Peeled herself like orange around the corner separating her bedroom and hallway from the rest of the apartment. By the time she got to the front door, she shivered icy chills of doubt. The door knob was there, but putrid and reminiscent of uglier time gone by. She’s polished it, but the psychic stench remained. For some reason she thought of a strange visit from two years ago.
By Ellie Imani5 years ago in Psyche
Globes Within Globes
And her life was a collection of snow globes, some shattered, some shining, some stolen from souvenir shops and others gifted by gentle hands. Cheap plastic and expensive glass and everything in between cast translucent shadows on the walls around her and she felt like she finally understood.
By Greta Luns5 years ago in Psyche
Scruples
I was perched on an old wooden bench, facing away from a dried-up fountain, staring down in disbelief at the new entry in the little black book. The words that spelled out the next sinister proposition stared back at me, each letter accusatory and taunting.
By Suzie Wargo Lockhart5 years ago in Psyche
Globes Within Globes
And her life was a collection of snow globes, some shattered, some shining, some stolen from souvenir shops and others gifted by gentle hands. Cheap plastic and expensive glass and everything in between cast translucent shadows on the walls around her and she felt like she finally understood.
By Greta Luns5 years ago in Psyche
In Honor of International Women's Day, I'd like to speak to the women who won't be celebrated.
It's the age-old "they'll only do it once". Generally referring to a child touching a hot surface or another action that causes a negative reaction. But it seems more often than not, many of us don't quite learn from our mistakes.
By Dena Danzig5 years ago in Psyche
20 Minutes
My favorite smell will always be the smell of smoke. This is why I love wildfire season. Something about the fact that there are things even man can not tame brings me the slightest joy. The muffled vibrations of my dingy little 1987 Chevy soothe me as I take a deep breath of the dull, smoke-filled mountain air. It was very clear that wildfire season was raging. Driving towards the wildfire made me feel more powerful than the untamed nature, and in only 20 minutes I will use that power to reach my truest joy. I was going to my happy place.
By Alicia Sorensen5 years ago in Psyche
