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.
My Shadow
I’ve hit what I like to call a wall. Hehe, I’m sure you call it that too. But anyways, in more ways than one. I do this often, and mostly because I’m always looking down. I mean that literally and figuratively. I’m always watching my feet instead of looking where I’m going and I’m constantly finding flaws with all that I am and do. I don’t often think well of myself or my future and it causes me and those around me, harm. Once, when walking in the woods with Todd, I was so focused on my feet and whether or not I was going to trip, that I completely missed the branch coming at my face. That was a nice surprise, let me tell you.
By Tabitha White5 years ago in Psyche
Pink Flags
It was an ordinary day. All four children were in bed pretending to sleep. My husband was screaming at me. I was numb to it. I had quit trying to defend myself from his perceived slights years ago. It had never helped anyway. It was just part of the daily routine now. His face cranberry red, fists balled and cocked as though he was seconds away from delivering a swift right hook, spittle caught on his lips and flying onto my face every few minutes. An ordinary day. This time it was because I had gone grocery shopping: peanut butter & jelly, milk, eggs, frozen chicken breasts, frozen green beans, bacon, bread, kool-aid packets, diapers, and sugar. It was enough to feed the kids for the week if I skipped breakfast and lunch every day. He told me yesterday that I could go to the store and spend $100, but I ran out of time and didn't get to go until this afternoon.
By tiffany leigh5 years ago in Psyche
Wellness in 2021
Minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, days turn into months and months turn into years. Years turn into lists that we are supposed to check off as we go no matter the consequence of the world that surrounds us. 2020 changed that perspective for me in so many ways. At the end of the prior year, 2019, I made a lot of promises to myself for the year 2020. I was going to focus on growing my business. I was going to have a dedicated office space. I was going to have a full time staff and I was going to find long term dedicated clients. This is the moment where I am supposed to tell you that the pandemic was the reason that none of that happened when in reality the pandemic is part of the reason I was able to keep each and every promise to myself. The distraction was driven away and I was left with the choice to either waste my time or take advantage of it. So, where do I go now? What wellness promises do I make to myself in this new year of 2021?
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Psyche
Inside the Minds: The Man I Used to Call "Dad"
I was trained to be an adult from a very young age. I had to know what to do, making decisions, and defining what is good and what is bad for the entire family. I thought that was typical for every kid but as I grew older, I knew it was not.
By Vitak Cheav5 years ago in Psyche
Life
It's 29/01/2057, to me, just another night. Like it happens for thousands of years. The weather is comfortable, the house is silent. The world outside is wild, but I'm safe at home. Family is out, the girl I like is sleeping, none of my good friends are online.
By Lucas Matias5 years ago in Psyche
The Round Table
by Echo Johnson Oh, how I held court. The crowd gravitated to me. I had been holding court for what seemed like a lifetime and then was silenced for what felt like an eternity. One day I came alive again. “She” discovered me and gave me a second shot at what I did best. And that was creating endless bonds with people. All sorts of bonds. New friendships. Extremely difficult conversations. Laughter. Tears. Screams of sorrow and belly laughs so loud, they woke up the entire neighborhood. I was “The Entertainment.” To her, my new owner I was, a brand-new purchase. However, the reality was I was an undervalued steal from the local thrift shop that held so many secrets. Yes, I was small, but I was ordained in mosaic tile with imperfections. I stood proud and I made a statement. My journey with her began about 5 years ago. And this journey was no doubt my favorite one yet.
By Echo Johnson5 years ago in Psyche
Walk through the door.
Dust blanketing the kitchen, cracks snaking up the walls, weeds taking pride place in the garden. Adele stumbled through the lounge, dazed and in disbelief. ‘How can this be the same house?’ she wondered. Bottles now emptied of the wine that once coloured them were scattered atop the coffee table, their number drawing her eye. ‘Well, some things haven’t changed’.
By Juliet Emaranth5 years ago in Psyche
Is this child a demon?
"No, I really mean it, the child never sleeps, but she has so much... energy... every morning, night, and day." My mom wavered into the phone, exhausted, depleted. No body believed her yet she was right. I slept a mere hour, when I did, and yet I bounded to life at sight of the sun each day as if living on a heavy dose of meth each day, alike my bio mom.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Psyche
