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.
Memories
My name is Michael Zimmermann. At least that’s what the man standing over my hospital bed called me. It didn’t sound quite right but since I didn’t remember what my name was, I accepted it. Michael Zimmermann. It sounded kind of strange to me. But I had no idea who I was. I had no Idea who the man standing over me was. I don’t know why I was in the hospital. I had a vague memory of, nope. It was gone. The only memory I had was Gregory Zimmerman standing over me. He said that he was my father. Without anything else to go on, I went home with him.
By David E. Perry11 months ago in Psyche
Transformative Moment from Rylee's Emotional Journey
**Transformative Moment from Rylee's Emotional Journey** Rylee sat on the edge of the couch, her back hunched, the soft fabric of the cushions almost swallowing her in their plush embrace. The room was quiet, almost painfully so. The only noise was the faint hum of the refrigerator in the background. Her fingers traced the rim of her cold coffee cup, a habit she had developed when her thoughts became too overwhelming to grasp. She stared blankly at the family photo on the coffee table—Ashlee, her daughter, laughing, Rylann, her son, grinning as they hugged her tightly. The picture felt distant now, a frozen moment from a life that felt like someone else’s.
By Dakota Denise 11 months ago in Psyche
My Disabled/ Partially Immobile Mother's Mental Health Is One Of My Top Priorities.. Content Warning.
The feeling of powerlessness. It's a feeling I am growing accustomed to when it comes to caretaking for my sick family. Between a sister struggling with her first round of chemo, a brother who can't eat solid food anymore, and an almost completely bedridden mother with Multiple Sclerosis, being powerless is a feeling that I have been forced to acknowledge a lot lately. And that is a feeling that can destroy someone like me. Or my poor mama.
By Hope Martin11 months ago in Psyche
Why I Believe Our Autistic Children Are Earth Angels
He was just a boy, a little boy, my Elijah, when he insisted he was an angel receiving his wings. Of course, I chalked it all up to a child with an overactive imagination, but the mother in me listened while he told his tale. "I feel them trying to push through my back," he cried joyously, lifting his shirt, and directing my attention a few inches below his shoulder blades.
By Marilyn Glover11 months ago in Psyche
What to Expect in Your First Relationship Therapy Session in NYC
Relationships are complex, and every couple faces challenges. Whether it's communication issues, trust concerns, or recurring conflicts, seeking the help of a therapist for relationships in NYC can be a significant step toward resolution. Many couples hesitate to begin therapy due to uncertainty about what the process entails. If you’re considering relationship counseling in NYC, understanding what happens in the first session can help ease any apprehensions.
By Connection Counseling11 months ago in Psyche
The Shocking Truth About Loneliness: Why It’s Killing Us Faster Than Smoking!
The Surprising Health Benefits of Friendship: Backed by Science Introduction Loneliness is often dismissed as an emotional state, but modern science proves it is a silent killer. Studies show that chronic loneliness increases the risk of heart disease, stroke, dementia, and premature death by up to 58%. As urbanization and digital dependence rise, we are becoming more isolated—despite being the most socially evolved species on Earth.
By PRABAL TR PRO11 months ago in Psyche
Unicorns and Backbacks
To my daughter: There are a few big moments in life - pieces that shape who we are and where we’re going. I can’t say for sure if kindergarten is one of them, but hey, I mean it’s still a big milestone. It was the year 2020 - and man what a year. That was the year the Coronavirus devastated the country - you called it the “Big Sick” which is both ridiculously adorable as well as horribly depressing. You started kindergarten wearing a mask over your gap-toothed smile and being forced to practice social distancing from the friends you were just beginning to make. I didn’t imagine your first year of school this way, but your bright eyes and skipping steps filled my heart with endless amounts of pride and joy.
By Emily McGuff11 months ago in Psyche
