stigma
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The Only Thing I Remember About School.
Most people I know can recall both happy and bad times at school. I recently discussed this with a friend who smiled as she told me about her favourite playground games, passing her exams, friends, boyfriends, lessons, and her most enjoyable pursuit of all time, chasing boyfriends. She also remembered getting into petty arguments in the playground and disagreements she had with teachers.
By Carol Ann Townend4 months ago in Psyche
The Truth About Shadow
When I was really small and the world was really big and scary, I had an imaginary friend who I had become very reliant on. His name was Shadow and it was kind of a play on Peter Pan's Shadow, and how Peter always had to sew his Shadow back onto the soles of his feet. As a child, surrounded by other children who also loved Peter Pan, the pre-woke generation that didn't see the Racism depicted in it, I felt safe enough to bring my Shadow everywhere.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Psyche
Climb On Down. Content Warning.
~ Let's begin the tour from the soft space between our closed eyes, the place one may see colourful spots, auras of timeless reflection, a shade between our restful state and consciousness. Just lie there. Here is where you are truly alone, the emptiness we are left with, a place Freud referred to as our Id. No one truly knows us and our highest self often ignores this quiet spot altogether. Truth is not always pretty and so easy to hide from. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)5 months ago in Psyche
The Sound of My Name in Other People’s Mouths
The Sound of My Name in Other People’s Mouths by [Numan writes] There’s a way my mother says my name that folds time. It carries the softness of early mornings and warm milk, the scent of jasmine from her shawl, and the quiet weight of lullabies hummed rather than sung. In her mouth, my name is a prayer—gentle, deliberate, each syllable laced with a kind of trembling care, like she’s still afraid to break me.
By Numan writes5 months ago in Psyche
