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From Block to Boss- The Diary of an Addict Part 1
Every morning I woke up, feverish, chills running down my spine. My skin felt like tiny needles were pricking me all over. It was as if my epidermis had the carbonation of a freshly opened Sprite. Nausea overcame all my senses. Shaking and sweating, I rolled over searching my nightstand for the cure. Checking the clock, it was 3 AM. My 6-month-old baby still soundly asleep. I opened the drawer on the table. Small, blue glassine bags tucked neatly inside individual mini Ziploc pouches, were strewn all throughout the drawer. I rifled through them, choosing the two that looked the fullest. I began emptying them on the screen of my phone. I used to use my ID, or whatever card was readily available to sort them into lines, but I didn’t bother anymore. What did it matter what shape it was in when I put the heroin up my nose? Shaking, I reached over and grabbed the first dollar bill that my fingers could reach inside of my purse. As carefully as I could, I rolled the bill into a tube and inhaled my instant cure. I lay back, letting my mucus absorb the brownish powder substance and let it drip down the back of my throat. Within minutes, the shaking stopped. The chills went away. My skin didn’t hurt to be touched anymore. I was well again. I peered out of my bedroom window. We were in the middle of a snowstorm. 20 inches of pure white climbed almost to the top of the window frame. Maybe today I’ll have some peace and quiet. Luckily for me, I wasn’t just an addict- I was the supplier as well.
By Jessica LaConte5 years ago in Psyche
The Cypress Tree and the Night’s sky
Before work every morning I rise and paint the city and nearby surroundings. Most mornings, I don't get to finish because I have to hurry off to work and meet the demands of daily life. However, I cannot sleep when the sun rises. The sun creeps into my window every morning, and like a warm friend reminds me of the day's immediate demands. This is even with a cloth over my window. With my mind hazes, I take off the window covering and am nearly blinded by the glaze of our galaxy's only star. It appears completely red most mornings and covers the sky briefly with a yellow tint like my skin.
By Michael Mannen5 years ago in Psyche
"A True Sociopath"
I know that everyday life for the average person is hard. It's downright difficult to make money, provide for a family, and balance a schedule. In addition, constantly filtering your emotions through the accepted purifier of social norms is an unending task. For the run of the mill Tom, Dick, and Harry life is a constant struggle.
By Fabricating Fiction5 years ago in Psyche
The Edge Of The World
As I step towards the cliff, the wind pushes hard against me. It may have been trying to convince me to go back the way from whence I came. But I have already traveled that path and it led me here. I make my way to the edge, peering down at the steep drop, I am unable to see the end. A thick gray fog blocks my vision, not only from the drop itself but also from what lies beyond. The cliff continues for miles in either direction, but that worries me not. I am exactly where I need to be.
By Destinee Romero5 years ago in Psyche
On Seizures
i. Foreword Introduction This is going to be a very long topic. It is going to be a very difficult topic. Not only for me to share. But likely for any of you to hear. Thus, I will steer into the subject with something of a foreword to ease the words to come.
By James Henwood5 years ago in Psyche
How 2020 Nearly Destroyed Me
2020 started off as a bad year before it was ever Covid. On January 4, 2020 after a two week break from work, I returned only to be sexually assaulted before the end of my first shift back by a coworker I had worked with a handful of times prior to this happening. After reporting what happened to my direct supervisors, I left that night and never returned. I had already suffered from PTSD from being in an abusive relationship for 8 years in my early 20s. After this happened, I went into shock for a week. I had no idea I hadnt reacted to what had happened, until one week later when my husband and I got into a fight; even as I write this, I couldnt tell you what the fight was over which means it was a dumb fight that never should have happened.
By Jenna Jones5 years ago in Psyche
'Nothing' is Not an Option.
The first chapter in Hans Christian Andersen's The Snow Queen has to do with a mirror forged by the devil. Its reflection turned beautiful things ugly, and good things evil. When demons tried to carry the mirror to Heaven so they could scoff at the angels it shattered before reaching those perfect beings. Upon breaking millions of tiny fragments flew across the Earth, where these shards were used to make window panes and spectacles, where they pierced eyes and even some hearts. Warping the view of all affected.
By Lucy Richardson5 years ago in Psyche
A Community Garden That Ending My 6-year Long Addiction
Truth be told, I don't really remember much of my past and that scares me. So much of my life, gone. The effects of my addiction clouded much of my past. I can't see it but I know it's there. It must be. Within time, one by one, the puzzle piece of my memories will come to light. Day by day, getting better. As I write this, It'll be my second day being sober.
By Defranco Sarabia5 years ago in Psyche
Code-Switching: On Having Two Linguistic Personalities. Top Story - January 2021.
Code-switching, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is "The action of shifting between two or more languages, or between dialects or registers of a language, within a discourse, especially in response to a change in social context". Growing up, I was always accused of "talking white". Spoiler alert, I am not white. I did, however, attend a somewhat prestigious secondary school and there's a pervasive trend in my country of mocking the accent of students from said school. We were posh, "hoity-toity" (their words, not mine) and we spoke with an accent that gave off an air of superiority.
By Laquesha Bailey5 years ago in Psyche
