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.
Ramblings of a Broken Mind
Part One- Born Into Chaos I have little remembrance of a normal childhood. My furthest back memory is of my parents screaming at each other as my father packed a few quick things. It would be the last night I spent with my parents together. My mother had a drinking problem. My father was always on the road. It was a terrible combination from the start that eventually led to the destruction of what may have once been a happy home.
By Esctacy Artistry6 years ago in Psyche
You can't make someone get help
My whole family is filled with people who are addicts. Addicted to drugs, to pain, to being unhealthy, to a lot of things. For as long as I can remember there has always been someone in my life that I was trying to save, trying to make better, sometimes the same people. I think I have tried to help my sister so many times, hoping that she gets better, hoping that she realizes just how great a life that she could have. It has taken me a long time to realize that you can't make someone be better, you can't make them want to have a better life.
By Talara Nolan6 years ago in Psyche
Outburst
The door behind me shakes with every blow, sending shock waves through the dressing table and my back. Tears of fear and hatred run down my face while near-silent sobs wrack my body. Every blow is accompanied by an order OPEN THIS DOOR, or an insult WORTHLESS USELESS NO-GOOD FAT LAZY UNGRATEFUL, or a threat of what will happen once the door is open, when there is nothing between me and my assailant. My fingers dig into my skin, I'm staring at the window across the small room. Promising myself this is the last time. When it's over, I'll run away. Open the window, take off the screen, climb out and never come back. I rake my fingernails down my face, wanting to rip the flesh from my bones, drain my body of blood...her blood. My mother. The cause of my pain and fear. When I was younger I had reprieves from her moods. I stayed with grandparents, aunts, my younger sister's dad... Now I'm a teenager. We live further away from family, my sister's dad scared me away with his own temper, I am trapped. I hate going out, my weight draws cruel attention from others and my self-esteem is low from a lifetime of harsh words and almost no emotional support.
By RandomEllie16 years ago in Psyche
Broken
My daughter would be dead. The alarm goes off. I wake up. I get dressed. Instead of heading into work like I usually would, I head towards the make-shift dining room office. I boot up my computer. The low glow of the logo illuminates as it loads up for the day.
By Erick Ian Gael6 years ago in Psyche
Child Development
To understand how someone becomes who they are, one must be able to observe the way they develop their social interactions. Looking back on my own social development creates a realization that without the social interactions and my own reactions I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Humans are social beings, that is why the individuals that make up their social groups, whether it is their parents, siblings, teachers, or school mates, helps create who they become and why they become that. I remember when everything was new and I also remember when I began testing the limitations with my parents and teachers to determine what I could get away with and what I can realistically do. As a toddler I only took the amount of cookies given to me by my mom but as I reached the age of six or so, I began getting my own cookies as a snack after school. Though I knew I was only allowed three, I began taking four or five because I realized I could sneak the extras when my parents weren’t home or not paying attention. I did this until I was caught and I received a punishment. This set a limitation in my mind that I can only take cookies I’m allowed to or else suffer the consequences.
By Katelind Sky6 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health Mama
Mental health, something so widely talked about yet so hushed. Combine motherhood with mental health and you'll really turn some heads. I'm a 26 year old single mom to a six year old little boy and I've struggled with mental health for many years. As a teenager I was diagnosed with ADHD, depression, PTSD, anxiety and OCD. Later on in my life, after I had my son I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and that was the biggest blessing of my life. Everything made so much more sense of my life. They tried diagnosing me as a teenager with bipolar but it was brushed off as a teenage drama queen (which was also true) but I wasn't able to start being me and living my life until my bipolar diagnosis. I was able to get on the proper medications (highly reccommend talking to your doctor about Rexulti if you're looking for the right fit for you) and was able start researching my mental health and making sense of things like manic episodes. Being a mom and being bipolar is hard, somedays it feels impossible but I just want you to remember you're not alone. There are plenty of other parents out there trying to manage both and somehow succeeding. Somedays are better than others, somedays I can't get out of bed. Otherdays I find myself in a manic episode obsessively cleaning until everything is perfect. I know my son knows something is off with mommy but he doesn't love me any less, and your kiddos don't love you any differently either. I encourage anyone struggling with their mental health, parent or not, to get help. Don't be too afraid to seek support. Here in Colorado Springs we have a facility called Mentally Strong that I wish everyone knew about. They're a group of people who genuinely care about their clients and focus on empowering YOU to choose to be mentally strong despite the hard times you might be going through. I've been utilizing mentally strong for the last year and a half and I'm finding it's easier to be a mama with support. Find other parents that are struggling and partner up, be there for each other. It may take a village to raise a kiddo but it can also take a village to keep ourselves together at times. Don't be afraid to find your voice and seek support so you can be the best you!
By Tatiana Rainey6 years ago in Psyche
A Chill in the House
I have never fully known why it is that he does it. How he is able to be so two-faced. Nobody else would believe me. I don't know why but I wasn't able to do anything about it. The things he would do while nobody else was home. Occasionally, I imagine what it would have been like if he hadn't been in the picture. What if I had just been without a father? I didn’t tell my mother because I didn’t want her to have to make such a difficult decision. Whether she should leave him. Now, I realize that it was something I shouldn't have been thinking about. I agree with that, I really do, but every time it’s on my mind I wonder. I do it all the time really. It’s something that can drive someone insane.
By Andrew Walters6 years ago in Psyche
off my damn chest
So this is my first story or i guess first time telling a descriptive story about me. Id like to say first thank you for clicking my damn story. i know these are hard times even more now because of the virus and our financial situations. this story is about my life and im taking us back to the earliest memory i have .
By MrBake Wave6 years ago in Psyche
