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Farewell to the Houseguest . Content Warning.
for Æ...go deo, and for anyone who needs to read it. What a simple wee ruse, just to lay down the tools, I had clutched in my Hands,
By Conor Darrall2 years ago in Psyche
Anxiety
Am I the embodiment of fears and insecurities? Are my actions and inactions solely based on beliefs rooted in my olden days?
By Andie Emerson2 years ago in Psyche
Middle Weather Days.
This is it. The weather I’ve been waiting for. Yesterday, in Austin, Texas, we didn’t see the sun. Today was sunny and 80 degrees, but yesterday- sigh- was gray and cloudy and just the right amount of drizzly all day and the kind of weather that just makes me feel so soft. The heat makes me sad and angry. The sunshine makes me feel like I should do something productive even if I don’t want to. But on days like yesterday, on glorious, sprinkling days full of gray, the weather demands nothing of me. It is middle weather. It makes me feel like the only thing I have to do is snuggle or drink warm beverages or stroll or watch movies, or really just do anything I feel like doing, and it’s the only weather that makes me feel this way, and thus, it is my favorite weather.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Psyche
I'm Terrible at Titles Because of ADHD
An idea. A whisper of a thought. A brief spark of inspiration—and then it's gone and whatever grabbed my attention takes over completely and I'm left at a loss, trying to figure out what it was that I had wanted to do before my brain so rudely hit the reset button on itself.
By Princess Sparklefangs2 years ago in Psyche
In The End
At the End, I will be alone. I don't know if I believe in an afterlife, or whatever God or Gods or Higher Power holds judgement over who goes where. If they do exist, I will face them alone. I will be beautiful in my scars, shielded and weighed by my actions and inactions, but I will be alone.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Psyche
Chaos
I’ll tattoo my sleeve with toxicity, and suffocate on what’s meant to be. To tomorrow, As hard as we try to escape tomorrow, it comes like a slap in the face.
By Aathavi Thanges2 years ago in Psyche
A Side Effect of Overthinking That Nobody Tells You About
At 17-months old, I got diagnosed as an overthinker. No, really. Less than a year and half old, and I was already talking the talk, but I was too afraid to walk the walk without carrying my baby activity bouncer with me.
By em2 years ago in Psyche
My Surprise
I was fourteen that summer, and it had been five years since I had last seen him. Meeting with him again had not been my idea, but my grandmother's. She had planned it as her little "surprise." But it hadn't seemed like such a good one at the time. In fact, the whole scenario had struck me with such discord, that even now, some fifty years later, I care very little for surprises. They are to me, just neatly wrapped packages of deceit bestowed upon the unwilling. They are the gift bearer's way of manipulating or controlling the receiver. In short, I do not trust surprises!
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Psyche
My Experience in the Airport as a Sunflower Lanyard Wearer
A sunflower lanyard indicates in a subtle way that the wearer has an invisible disability, something that is unseen, for example, autism, anxiety, or in my case, schizophrenia. When the opportunity arose for me to go to New York, I was immediately concerned about how I would handle the travel aspect of it, specifically the airports. Airports had always made me feel stressed and nervous but the biggest difference in this trip is that I would be taking it alone. I wasn’t sure this was even something I was capable of.
By Gillian Corsiatto2 years ago in Psyche
If They Wanted to Apologize, They Would
In terms of closure, there are few things more powerful than an apology. Giving an apology after making the wrong choice is a healing balm. It lets the other person know that you feel remorse, but more than that it’s a promise. A promise to change behavior. A promise to be better, kinder, more compassionate or understanding the next time.
By E.B. Johnson 2 years ago in Psyche
The void
The void I’ll be honest: there’s nothing more alluring than my oh-so satisfying vices. For some twisted reason, the universe dug a void into every living being on earth and left us here with no clue how to fill it. We’ll continue to search till we reach the ends of the earth for that something to fill the void.
By Aathavi Thanges2 years ago in Psyche
Jughead Jones Is My Spirit Animal
Some time ago, I mentioned in an earlier story that I'm a big fan of Archie comics, with the fandom beginning with an Archie comic book being a childhood birthday present. In the time that passed, I collected a lot of the Archie comic books, digests, double digest, and even subscribed for a brief period. I've read so many of the comics so habitually that I can even recite some of them. I've read a lot of adaptations and I've seen the Archie characters on various programs, the main one being the CW series, Riverdale. Throughout all of this, for three decades, there has been one constant: my favorite character has always been Jughead Jones.
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a year ago in Psyche