trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
I Drowned in Fire and Rose in Smoke
I Drowned in Fire and Rose in Smoke It began in a silence so thunderous it felt like the world had been muted mid-scream. Not the kind of quiet that soothes—but the kind that suffocates. That drips down the walls and seeps into the bones. I was not standing at the edge of a cliff. I was standing at the edge of *myself*.
By Gabriela Tone12 months ago in Psyche
Many types of Love
Understanding the Types of Love and Their Application in Real-Life Relationships Abstract Love is a multifaceted emotional experience that influences human behavior, social structure, and psychological well-being. This case study examines the different types of love, using classical Greek categorizations alongside modern psychological theory. By applying these concepts to real-life scenarios, we explore how different types of love manifest in relationships and the role they play in human development.
By Gabriela Tone12 months ago in Psyche
The Antagonist to Lowly
Depression and anxiety are on the lips of everyone I know. Close friends and strangers introduce these emotions, these states of being, soon after conversation strikes. Growing up, I was told that people who don't have "real" problems in life bore themselves into depression and brew anxiety by marinating in their own lives for too long. As I grew into adulthood, I learned that wasn't always the case, but I'd be a liar if I told you those to be baseless claims. Just like any great war the world can recall, the wars between our ears can have root causes that are hard to trace or even explain.
By Jessica Flayser12 months ago in Psyche
Help, Hope, & Heal…
I want it to share with you and everyone in the community about my experiences with a transformative moment from my both mental and emotional journey in visualize to make it expressive way. I also wanted to share you something about from lightness to darkness; and then going through the dark to find a light, but finding more brighter. However, my journey has been even more complex than others. Why? Because, I went through from misunderstood and felt like an outsider(it’s like my mind was telling me).
By Meghan LeVaughn 12 months ago in Psyche
The Day Freedom Died. Content Warning.
America, land of the free, has fallen... it is no more. I never thought I would see the day this truly happened in the country I've proudly called my home since birth. The country my ancestors, elders, grandfathers, father, and uncles fought for. The country my partner fought for. The country I always praised and cherished... the country that taught me what freedom looked like. Now... I watch it perish under a regime of tyranny and evil that masquerades under the guise of religion and doing "God's" work. These are the moments that continue to reshape me... that redefine me just when I thought that I had reached my final state of definition. But the transformations are not always for the better... this particular time of change has me conflicted and tormented with guilt and disgust.
By Luna Verity12 months ago in Psyche
Metamorphosis
It was time to distract the mind to find the road to transformation. It was a slow process, like doing a snow plough turn while skiing down a steep slope, it sometimes works. Playing the cards was the last option when all logic failed to work.
By Katherine D. Graham12 months ago in Psyche
Small Town Murder. Content Warning.
** It's been nearly 7 years since Denise was murdered. 7 years her friends and family have mourned and struggled to rebuild their worlds without her in it. 7 years a murder has gone unanswered, and the monster still roams around free. Thank you for revisiting this memory with me, thank you for your kind words and support. Please be vigilant and aware of the people who hide behind falseness, masked in smiles.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Psyche
The Chrysalis Within
I found myself amidst a garden of broken glass, the jagged edges of my memories threatening to lacerate the soles of my bare feet. A leaden sky weighed heavily above me, its slate grey hues mirrored in the shards that littered the ground. As I walked, my footsteps were a hushed symphony of sorrow, the shards whispering a dirge of regret and pain with each step I took.
By Faceless Lim12 months ago in Psyche
The Numb Age
Introduction: The Hidden Epidemic In today’s hyper-connected world, most of us are drowning—not in water, but in noise. Not from sirens or shouting, but from pings, reels, ads, and algorithmically curated chaos. It’s not a virus or a war. It’s something quieter, but just as damaging: dopamine exhaustion.
By Debarghya Chatterjee12 months ago in Psyche
Literary Psychology: Minor Depression and Major Depression
One of the psychological aspects that often appear in literary works is mental disorders, especially depression. Depression can generally be categorized into two forms: minor depression and major depression. Minor depression is often described as a temporary feeling of melancholy or sadness that can be overcome. Meanwhile, major depression has more complex and profound characteristics, involving a loss of meaning in life as well as destructive tendencies, even to the point of suicide. Through the perspective of literary psychology, this psychological condition is constructed through characterisation, symbolism, and narrative structure. Literary works not only reflect human experiences, but also become an effective medium in describing various forms of mental disorders, character struggles, and the social impacts that arise due to mental health problems (Septiaji, 2025). By understanding the representation of depression in literature, we can gain deeper insights into its psychological impact and implications for readers and society.
By Aji Septiaji12 months ago in Psyche
The Quiet That Screamed
They say there is a silence so loud, it tears the skin of your thoughts. It doesn't arrive like a thunderclap or a scream or the slam of a door at midnight. No. It comes like dust. Slow. Gentle. Undefinable. Until one day you look around and realize the world has stopped responding. You speak, and nothing echoes back, not even your own voice. You reach for something solid—work, love, prayer, even pain—and your hand passes right through it like it’s smoke. And suddenly, the life you thought was yours feels like a film projected on fog. You can see it. Almost touch it. But not enter. That’s what happened to me. And I don’t remember when it started. That’s the worst part. There was no explosion, no death, no dramatic betrayal. Just the slow, quiet erosion of meaning.
By Beyond The Surface12 months ago in Psyche
