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I'm Not Adjusting Well
Transformation is change. And not all change is as good as we wish for. William Wordsworth wrote, “The child is the father to the man,” implying that our childhood is what tends to mold and shape our future life, including how raise our own children. I felt this to be true with my own upbringing. I grew up with my live-in Italian grandmother who took care of me until I was eight or nine years old. I understood she looked out for me, cared for me, but it didn’t always show. It was an old army blanket - scratchy at times but still warm. It was only a few years later I learned my mother did not fully embrace her own mother for reasons she never divulged. She took care of Nonny because my mother did what a daughter ought to do through filial obligation.
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Psyche
Free Art Lessons
Paul was staring at the Monet’ when something moved, barely encroaching his peripheral vision. The object was on his right side, so he had to verify that something was actually there. He always had to check the right side because he had a “floater”, a tiny scar on his retina that, in certain lighting conditions, created the illusion that he had company. He liked to josh that he got the scar fighting for a maiden's honor, but it really was a tussle with a weed eater that left him with this annoying little blind spot. He knew other blinding forces too, like the dazzling brightness of a beautiful woman. He turned his head to see this manifested in that moment, and through the glow he could discern that she was young, but not too young, and his first glance at her countenance incited him to take a closer look.
By Tom Bissonette, M.S.W. Ret.about a year ago in Psyche
Grieving is More Than Losing People in Your Life
Grief is normally associated as a strong, natural, multi-faceted and significant emotion, when it comes to the passing away of a loved one. In such a context, a loved one means a family member/relative, friend (no matter the closeness), and (if relevant) a partner/significant other.
By Justine Crowleyabout a year ago in Psyche
"LOST IN UNDERSTANDING IN TIME". Content Warning.
I created this video song story to talk a little about mental health and what happens when one divorces a narcissist. I thought I would create this out of memory of a friend I knew who was hurt deeply by her ex-husband. This situation occurs in many relationships. The older lady friend of mine reflects about her over 30 years ago. She is sad, but therapy and time she begins to heal from her pain that she hid from people for many years.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Psyche
Teacher. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
Like a 1960s version of Tom Sawyer, my big brother got me to purple-wash the beige walls of our parents’ former conjugal quarters. Our dad had moved out of the house and our mom had turned the den into her new bedroom.
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in Psyche
a kindle inspired breakdown. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge. Content Warning.
I'm not much of a crier but I used to be. I tell my counselor and my mental health nurse that quite often, when I am sharing emotional stories with them, I just cannot breakdown and cry. I even asked if it was my medication that I am on that just makes me unable to cry. My psychiatrist told me that sometimes we just build up emotional walls to certain things and when that wall breaks- you need to be prepared for it.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹about a year ago in Psyche
55
I turned 55 on Sunday, Feb. 2, the Groundhog Day. And it hit me hard. I do occasionally suffer from the Birthday Blues. You know, no one's getting younger and every year is another wrinkle on your face and in other places. I know, I know, there are a lot of people even in this community who might think, "55! I wish I were that young again!" and I do understand them. I really do. We all have different perspectives on our own age.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Psyche
Fear in a Box
I recently had an experience which has made me thoughtful and reflective (and all of those introspective adjectives) and I wrote about it on here. I actually dressed it up as a story, which was a little naughty of me. The reason for doing it was two-fold: I wanted it to read like fiction rather than a first person account; and the distance of the third-person created a detachment to the events that I sort of felt at the time and sort of didn't.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Psyche
Dear God, Let Me Be Angry
I used to wake up every day and thank my antidepressants for keeping me from getting angry. "The antidepressants keep you at a baseline," the first boy I fell in love with once told me. "They are mostly there to keep you from having high highs and low lows. They will keep you stable."
By Maggie Elizabeth about a year ago in Psyche
