trauma

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

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 ...
Skylar Walkera year ago
How Trauma Affected Me
How Trauma Affected My Life: I feel I have had such bad trauma, to the point where I suppress it so much just to feel some what normal in the world. There's ways I do this. Some ways I do this is by t...
Carli Vickerya year ago
When Abuse Pretends It Isn't
Ok, so this is going to be a touchy article, regardless of what experience you have with it. Talking about mental illness (especially when you don't suffer from anything too serious yourself) is usual...
Emma Pilgrima year ago
An Open Letter to My Attacker/s
I’m writing this to you, the ones who have forgotten about me, who walk past me on the street & who do not remember who I am or what you did. The hard part being that you had completely forgotten me &...
Alexandra Fa year ago
Feeling Like a Burden
I feel like such a burden. I have my problems, my agitative depression, my uneven serotonin levels, my yelling in my room I try desperately to curb. I use humor, venting through writing, busying mysel...
RaeAnna Mercadoa year ago
Unexpected Friendship: Part One
I used to be in an abusive relationship. All the text book red flags and warning signs were present, however, I was being played by a narcissistic sociopath, and man, those people are good at what the...
Giselle Omara year ago
Thirty Stitches, A Concussion, & the First Day of my Junior Year
It is pitch black and I cannot tell if I am dreaming. I remember a bike, a car, a curb, and then, did someone punch me in the eye? I wake up disoriented in the backseat of an ambulance. Sirens are bla...
Adam Morea year ago
How I Moved Forward From "The Deadliest Mass Shooting in Modern U.S History"
Here's a personal reflection of an event, that has forever changed my life.