family
Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.
Reflections - Chpater 2
Hearing that door close and lock behind me was, one of only 2 times in my life where I have been truly terrified. The other being in the delivery room for the birth of my first child. I knew the minute that I heard the lock turn over in the tumbler that my live was never going to be the same. I had "run away from home" several times in the 6 years since I had been adopted but I had always known that I had the opportunity to come home, and I would be welcomed with open arms. Now that was no longer an option and I just stood there for what felt like an eternity wondering exactly what I was going to do and where I was going to go. I guess here would be a good opportunity to discuss with you at least a part of my childhood. And with that I mean my adoption and the situation surrounding it.
By Timothy Kelley4 years ago in Psyche
My Best Friend and Sister
Sometimes being alone can really be the solution. In a world where my mind goes crazy, I just cannot stop thinking foolish fantasies. I was diagnosed almost a decade ago, and I still have trouble being cognitive to reality. My mind plays outlandish tricks on me and I feel like it’s me against the world. My mind makes me feel like everyone hates me. People are talking about me. When I was young, I thought it was my self-esteem, but no, this is what the doctors tell me is part of my mental illness. I am really messed up. It started when I found out my sister was hanging out with my best friend. That really crushed my soul because I thought that it was real-life bullshit, instead, it was fabricated in my mind. I wondered in my mind if they were plotting against me? Did I do something to hurt my best friend? Here goes my mental mind going over to ask, Was it true?
By Gina R (Gibana)5 years ago in Psyche
The Monster
She is pacing steady and harmlessly along the perimeter of our manufactured pond just outside my home. The sky is so ominous with a deep winter hue. I can see her from the window. I hide behind my computer, pretending I have not seen her there. She distracts herself by throwing rocks along the frozen surface, keeping suspicions low and uneventful. Her movements are calculated and very intentional. I don't know if she is waiting to see if I will walk out the door or when to invite herself over. Her timing has always been at my worst conveniences, this time being no different.
By Evalyn Jayne5 years ago in Psyche
Bedtime. . Top Story - August 2021.
It’s bedtime. Sometimes I don’t want to go to sleep because it means starting all over tomorrow. I never used to feel this way. I used to love going to bed, the feeling of exhaustion, the soft fabric of my pillow and the release of tension from my body as I drift into sleep.
By A Lady with a Pen5 years ago in Psyche
Self-Esteem in Children
Self-esteem refers to “the evaluative aspect of one’s self concept; judgments and opinions about the relative worth of one’s different characteristics” (Lefrancois, 2001, p. 425). It is a broad and comprehensive evaluation which is not specific to a particular skill or segmented mastery level, but rather represents the all-encompassing and deep-seated judgment an individual makes about his/her core value and worth. As such, it is a powerful force in the psyche of the individual.
By Donna L. Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)5 years ago in Psyche
I can’t remember that one movie but I remember every other time (cause there are a lot of times)
Movie theaters. Popcorn. Soda. Loud speakers setting up the soundscapes. The corny pop music they’d play with the advertising logos before the movie trailers. Milk duds. Sticky floors.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Illness and Marigolds
I stood under the autumn tree in our front yard. The colors were constantly changing, just like mom’s mood. They went from loving green to fiery red in a heartbeat. I watched as she knelt by the flowerbed. Her hands were covered in dirt, like they were every fall. Unlike every fall though, they shook violently as she tried to pull weeds. The marigolds she planted every year were withered and dead. Her mind was somewhere else, and flowers were not a priority this year.
By Amber Toney5 years ago in Psyche
My Monster Mama Loves Me So
Each phase of my childhood had different bedtime books associated with them. My earliest memory of one was Guess How Much I Love You by Sam McBratney next was The Pokey Little Puppy by Janette Sebring Lowrey all up through the second grade when I read myself books every night. My house wasn’t always the most stable growing up and reading (especially late at night when other things were going on downstairs) was a great escape. By fourth grade I had been gifted a small reading light and I read the entire Harry Potter series in just over a month. Reading far into the night and often I would wake up with the book still on me.
By Anilynn Cadell5 years ago in Psyche
My Angel
February 4th, 2019 was the day my life as I knew it came to a screeching halt. Our lives were torn to shreds. Our family ripped apart. My heart, destroyed. Your trust in me, obliterated. Your heart and soul, so filled with light and love, joy and passion, kindness and caring, crushed. That was the day they took you away from me. The day they kidnapped you. Didn't they see that you were so loved? Couldn't they hear that you WERE in the best home for you? Your 5 year old little body faught so hard to try to get out of their arms and run to the police car, screaming for mommy and bawling your eyes out. I still hear it as if it's happening every minute of every day, over and over again. My Little Love, I'm so sorry. My heart will never be ok. I know you're doing well with your adopted family, and I'm thankful for that. So thankful. But oh how I miss you!
By Cricket Knott5 years ago in Psyche
