trauma

At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.

No One To Save Me - Part 5
No One to Save Me Part 5 There was a remote area our father used to take us; a river under the San Jacinto bridge off hwy 59 towards New Caney. We rarely saw anyone else there. At night it was a haven...
PTSD Part Two
I left off in Globe, AZ where my mother had stabbed herself in the leg in an attempt to save my father’s soul. In her delusional state, she had went into hysteria about this. I will continue this stor...
Carol Townenda year ago
When I Became Homeless
Scarborough 1998, it's a place and time I never will forget. I originally lived in Leeds, but I lost my family and my home due to violence from the community. I moved to Scarborough within the hopes o...
Allie Hoa year ago
I'm Nobody
It’s dark. Well, it’s not that dark. It’s bright at the same time, but it feels so deep and it enervates me. Black? No. It’s like white paint on white walls, but I can’t see as far to see whether this...
Lady Sundaya year ago
Bullying
The recent suicide of a 7th Grader at Jackson Memorial Middle School in Stark County, Ohio didn’t get the same coverage that the shooting on Valentine’s Day at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in ...
Z.K. Campbella year ago
A Perfect Storm
All my life, I felt I was not worthy of love. I never felt special. I had dreams, but they were never considered fundamental. As a child, I was creative and impressionable. I was desperate to feel lov...
Krista Doucettea year ago
Dear Melo Part 3
Dear Melo, Files: It was in January of 2003 that my mother lost my siblings and I but didn’t lose full custody until June of 2004. My siblings and I were split up upon entering the system. I was place...
Krista Doucettea year ago
Dear Melo Part 2
Names are changed or not used to protect the person’s identity. It will be going off multiple points of views, not just one. Some of them may be out of order as I recall the memories and some informat...
Fuck Offa year ago
Hurt
Today I woke up sad. Sad that I didn't believe in God, and yet I prayed for a miracle. I prayed that I would just sleep forever. Waking up is so hard. Too hard. The loneliness has crept in so deep tha...
Medea Walkera year ago
Drowning
I’m not really a party person, yet here I was, standing in the middle of a loud room full of teenagers. I guess the movies weren’t too far off from a typical high school party. I had gone with my sist...
Krista Doucettea year ago
Dear Melo, Part 1
Names are changed or not used to protect the person’s identity. It will be going off multiple points of views, not just one. Some of them may be out of order as I recall the memories, and some informa...
Kaiti Learneda year ago
Things to Understand About Someone Who Was Abused as a Child
To start this off; I as a person feel stronger from what I have been through, and want to use my voice to help others like me or help people understand people like me. Even years after the abuse is ov...
ivy rosea year ago
Diary of a Rich Kid
I grew up wealthy, everything that everyone else had I was given in tenfold. I got what I wanted in excess and I chose to ask for more instead of being satisfied with what I got. Most would say that I...
Danika Whitea year ago
Why I'm Not Okay
When I was 11, my father threw a steel toe boot at my head. By the time I recovered from the shock, I was barely able to get out the back door before he got ahold of me. When I was 13, he picked me up...
Chadlai Shadea year ago
What’s Left of Me (Part 2)
“How could you possibly understand how I feel?” I asked, incredulous. For a moment I considered yelling at Levi, then admitted, “Then again, I can’t really feel anything. Except when I do this.” I poi...
Abbey Waltersa year ago
Not Everything Happens for a Reason, but That's Okay
There have been numerous accounts of tragedy and heartbreak that I have experienced throughout my 22 years on Earth, all of which I remember so vividly it is almost as if they occurred just last night...
Chadlai Shadea year ago
What’s Left of Me
The nearly empty glass dropped from my hand. I felt my grip loosen and gasped, but time seemed to inch forward at a crawl. The edge tilted towards the floor, gravity’s inexorable grip drawing the last...
Surviving After Abuse
I don’t have many happy memories from my childhood. For a long time, I thought this was the case for everyone. Manipulation, violence and overall abuse had been normalized for me since I can earliest ...