anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
How to care for oneself while grieving
How to care for oneself while grieving Grief in its entirety strikes while you least expect it. The atrocity of sadness lies in the false notion of being alone and having it all together all the time. To be or not to be in the constant state of despair is not in one’s hands, as melancholy varies in its intensity ranging from a dejected mood to deep and chronic loneliness. Oftentimes people subject their negativity to a mere passage of time, but often there is an underlying cause that needs to be addressed and healed to become in a state of awareness of their emotions and innate being. It is important to bring light to the need to embrace one’s emotions and not shame ourselves with guilt when we don't feel happy or in rhythm with our souls. Often we lose the sense of self when surrounded by grief.
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in PsycheTalking About Abuse is Uncomfortable As Hell
It’s tough to really know who I am without knowing me through the lens of my trauma. I try not to think of this as a particularly negative thing; it’s just information. Backstory that’s important to the current plot.
Veronica WrenPublished about a month ago in Psyche- Top Story - March 2024
Trauma, Grief, and Loss
Can we fill in the rest of the frames? Yes. For sure we can add grief and loss. Chronic bereavement is another. Overdose. Suicide. Addiction. More specific abuse; rape, domestic violence, incest, physical and emotional neglect. Or fill in the blanks with your trauma.
Denise E LindquistPublished about a month ago in Psyche Attachment Styles Uncovered
Imagine going on a date and not just seeing a person, but a blueprint of their heart. Attachment theory deciphers this blueprint, revealing how early bonds with caregivers set the stage for adult romance.
Iris ErdilePublished about a month ago in PsycheThe Psychology of Boredom
Imagine you are running around reenacting scenes with a gun - well, a fake gun. The action and danger is exciting and the process of enlarging a hole, like the barrel of a gun, is called boring - "Boring". Boring a hole is a slow process requiring repetitive movements from a tool that moves in circles, which might just be why things that are slow and repetitive but don't appear to be going anywhere came to be described with the same word - boring. Just a little something to pick your brain, lol.
Nomfundo GumedePublished 2 months ago in Psyche8 Transformative Journal Prompts for Abuse Survivors
When I was first diagnosed with Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD), I felt confused, overwhelmed, and alone. I’d escaped my abusive relationship of five years only to learn that, in many ways, I may never be completely free.
Veronica WrenPublished 2 months ago in PsycheArt and Suffering
There exists a school of thought that maintains that without great suffering and depth of experience, no truly great art can arise. Why does it seem like so many artists, both in the past and in more recent times, appear to have been the victims of so many misfortunes, turbulent psychological states, unhappy childhoods and family backgrounds, and miserable or failed marriages and relationships? Is this unhappiness perhaps part and parcel of the human condition, and are artists just the more obvious or poetic martyrs?
ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARPublished 2 months ago in PsychePsyche/ Death Cab for Cutie
You may recognize Lindsey Burdge from "A Teacher" or "Midnight swim" in the 8-minute long video "I will possess your heart" by Death Cab for Cutie. This American rock band is classified as indie rock, indie pop, and alternative rock with Vocalist Ben Gibbard.
Natasha CollazoPublished 2 months ago in Psyche4 Ways My CPTSD Brain is Annoying as Hell Today
Don’t look at me like that. I do all of the healthy, self-care ish they tell you to do when you’re traumatized. I stretch, practice my breathing, stay active, go to therapy, medicate, and on and on forever.
Veronica WrenPublished 2 months ago in Psyche- Top Story - March 2024
When the Demons Come to Play...
Who do you think you're fooling? I know you're here and I know that you were invited although not by me. You follow me through the hallway whilst you and your friends cling to the walls like unwanted spiders. You make no sound but I can feel your heaviness. I reach the door to my and my husband's bedroom and hesitate. The tension in the air is so thick I could cut it with a knife. He lies just behind this door, sleeping as usual. Lately, if he's not sleeping then he's working or drinking or something else entirely. I keep trying to help him but I keep getting the feeling that he may be too far gone. I keep getting this sinking feeling that he likes the darkness. I'm scared he's the one who asked you here.
Lindsey AltomPublished 2 months ago in Psyche Assuage
Today I'm Angry. My therapist would be so proud. I'm not an angry person, my defaults typically land me somewhere between Sad & Grief-Stricken. But she's been encouraging me to lean into the Anger of it all. Sounds like weird advice maybe, but to the deeply Depressed sometimes we need a little flame to spark our fire back up, fuel the parts of ourselves we thought we lost long ago.
Hayley MattoPublished 2 months ago in PsycheA Monster Under My Bed
There is a monster under my bed. It whispers to me. “You can’t,” it hisses, “you wouldn’t, you shouldn’t, you aren’t.” I am nine years old. My best friend is Gladys. We watch Clueless and make a pact. Tomorrow, we promise, we will each dress in a plaid matching outfit like Cher and Dionne. I uphold my promise. Gladys does not. Snickers fill the classroom. A kind teacher with curly blonde hair and warm, biting humor whispers to me, “I admire your bravery in expressing yourself.” I think that she thinks it helps, somehow. It doesn’t. That night, the monster whispers, too. “Idiot. Outcast. Weird. Why can’t you just act normal? Just blend in and things will stop being so hard. But you don’t know how to do that, do you? Freak.” I ask my mom if I can clean out my closet. “I’m too old for that stuff,” I meekly justify.
K. StocktonPublished 2 months ago in Psyche