trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
I See Dead People
The memory of my first out-of-body dream is vague, as opposed to the lucidity of the myriad I have encountered since. I was seventeen and had been working twelve-hour night shifts, 7pm to 7am, and in the mornings, when I was finally home, I would collapse into bed and pass out from fatigue.
By Chantal Christie7 months ago in Psyche
Adolescent Stress Resilience and Attachment Styles: Findings from Ukrainian Research
Why This Is Important Adolescence is one of the most challenging stages of human development. During this period, identity formation intensifies, peer influence increases, and levels of academic and social stress rise. Research shows that attachment style, established in early childhood, plays a key role in how adolescents cope with stress.
By Daria Barabash7 months ago in Psyche
All the Notes Were Blue
I never had to learn any other language except for music.'". It came: the sound of my mum’s slogging footsteps through the kitchen door, the noise of dad’s growling whistle after work, how the radio cracked open on Sunday morning. Almost everyone has their preferred music color, which includes bright reds and hopeful yellow hued notes to warm golden gems. The notes were all blue throughout my existence.
By Osman Ahmed7 months ago in Psyche
The Things Life Never Warned Me About
By Nadeem Shah Life has a strange way of teaching lessons we never signed up for. When I was younger, I imagined growing up would be a linear path—school, career, love, stability, and then happiness neatly tucked at the end. I had it all mapped out, confident that if I followed the rules, life would reward me.
By Nadeem Shah 8 months ago in Psyche
Why Vulnerability is My Greatest Strength
By Nadeem Shah For most of my life, I wore armor. Not the kind made of steel and iron, but the invisible kind—woven from silence, guarded smiles, and perfectly rehearsed “I’m fine” responses. I convinced myself that strength meant never letting anyone see the cracks. If people didn’t see my pain, they couldn’t use it against me. If they didn’t know my fears, they couldn’t hurt me.
By Nadeem Shah 8 months ago in Psyche
