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Most recently published stories in Psyche.

Anxiety and Depression Ruined My Life, Now I'm Taking It Back
It is something that has taken me a long time to fully acknowledge, I had always tried to play it down or shrug it off. I've often mentioned in passing my struggles with anxiety and my depressive moods, but I cannot recall a scenario where I went into great detail about it. More often than not, I just brushed it off with the admirable, if sometimes misguided, stoicism society tends to encourage. Even in 2017, talking about mental health still appears to be a stigma. It's hard to admit you're struggling, let alone tell another human being or a group about it, putting yourself out there, allowing yourself to be vulnerable is extremely daunting. Also, people generally do not want to hear anything other than "positive vibes only," it's less of a hassle to say you're okay and put a brave face on things, even if it's just for show.
By Michael Jones8 years ago in Psyche
Ophelia's Plights in 'Hamlet'
There is no doubt that one’s external environmental situation has a considerable sway on one’s emotional and mental health. This is all too true for Ophelia, who unfortunately was negatively affected by her situation. In Hamlet, by William Shakespeare, the readers are exposed to love, loss, revenge, and insanity in this devastating tragedy. Ophelia is a particularly sorry character; she is ensnared in Hamlet’s plans of feigning insanity, and therefore has her love ripped away from her after stating he never loved her at all and belittling her character. In addition to this, Ophelia’s already battered mental state is pushed over the precipice when Hamlet kills her father, Polonius. Ophelia is therefore driven to a woeful, inconsolable insanity. Through Ophelia’s journey of relationships and loss, Shakespeare demonstrates how the corrosive power of love and demise leads to insanity, and, in Ophelia’s case, her suicide.
By Leo Misislyan8 years ago in Psyche
My Own Personal Nightmare
Some days I wake up and I feel like there is this weight on me, and I have a sinking feeling in my stomach as if I am about to throw up. I realize that the monsters have come back for a visit, and I prepare to go through the day with their constant nagging and whispering in my ears. At some point during the day they leave me, as if going on a slight break so we don't get sick of each other or to go home and rest for a while, but they always come back to bother me... usually when I am in a great mood.
By aureliablood8 years ago in Psyche
Little Boy From Little Town Part 2
Hi, again. So, last time we kind of ended on a dark note and, sadly, it did not stop there. My next memory of it all is a few years later. By that time, my mother had left the guy that was beating her and found a new boyfriend, who is a great man. He isn't violent. He's rather laid back, which brought a calmer air into the household, which is great but the substance abuse was still very present. School wasn't great for me either, even if I did meet some of my best friends that, to this day, I still speak to on a daily basis. As for the rest of my life, at that age, it wasn't great.
By Frank Fox8 years ago in Psyche
With Friends Like These
Life is hard man. It's just like—where do people get their energy to keep going? Not physical energy you can get from like coffee or energy drinks, but more of
By Lane Vaughn8 years ago in Psyche
Empathy and How It Can Kill You
Hey, so I'm an empath living in a very emotional household and I realised something just recently. Whenever I have trouble with my own body, mind and spirit, it's usually to do with other people's issues and drama that I have absorbed.
By Charlemagne Griffin - Anker8 years ago in Psyche
Losing My Independence
Following my graduation from University, I moved back in with my parents for the summer. After countless job applications, I was struggling to find a job which presented itself as interesting to me. I quickly accepted an unpaid internship which I had little desire in but was told would direct me into a promising career within a government organization. Initially, I had turned down an opportunity with a tech-startup in a different province, for this unpaid opportunity which I was told would be the better choice of the two. Two days into the internship I quickly came to the realization that this wasn't for me and proceeded to quit once I arrived home from the lengthy commute.
By erin8 years ago in Psyche
You Won't Believe What I'm Doing to Myself!
I have this habit that has been controlling my life since I was in kindergarten. I used to believe I was all alone. I believed I was the only person in this world that could not stop pulling out my hair, from everywhere! Hair from my head, eyebrows, eyelashes, and even leg hairs when I don't shave. For years, I would do everything I could to hide my bald spots. Then, one day, I had enough of feeling alone. So I went to this trusty sight called Google, and found out I have something called trichotillomania: trich, for short. Turns out, hundreds of thousands of other men and women suffer from this!
By Gabriella robles8 years ago in Psyche
Little Boy from Little Town
I don't have an image or a video to put on this. All I have are my memories and even then I don't know how much of it is reliable... You'll understand in a minute.
By Frank Fox8 years ago in Psyche
Why Writing with Depression Is So Difficult
For years, writing has been my passion. I have so many ideas brewing around in my head for different novels, but none of which have come to fruition. I can be half asleep and come up with an amazing plot. I'll wake up and jot some basics down, but they are basically useless to me. I can never have enough muse to get anything done. If my life isn't even together, how can I put another one together? I often put the blame on depression for draining my life force, slowly, but surely. As it turns out, this is only part of the case. Executive dysfunction is the actual culprit.
By Gren McClintic8 years ago in Psyche
Being Scared of Things that Aren't There
People are scared of many different things. No one really understands why we develop fears during our lives. Different people can be scared of the same thing, but the amount which they are both scared can be very different.
By Tanisha Dagger8 years ago in Psyche
Lost
These are my thoughts and how real bipolar depression can be. I just started writing and this is the outcome. As I sit on the hard wooden bench that was thoughtfully jimmy rigged with stuffing and fabric. I found myself staring blankly out the clear glass bay window with streaks of left over glass cleaner I don't know what to think. I'm looking through it like it really isn't even there. What ever it is I'm watching outside fly by, drive by, walk, run what ever it may be I don't have a single thought about. I'm numb. In a zombie type mode but still able to act accordingly. SOMETIMES! My mind, thoughts, emotions, all that is me gets the best of me. It's easier just to say fuck it sometimes and let be what's going to be.
By Olivia Decker8 years ago in Psyche