panic attacks

Sudden periods of intense fear. But remember, you're not alone.

100 Reasons Why
Sometimes the price of loving so deeply comes with the quiet wondering if I should just stop caring about other people and turn dark, the path I see so many other kind souls go down after feeling the pain of this world. So, I wanted to write a list of 100 reasons that I love exactly who I am - for the days when my heart grieves and aches as my mind explores the myriad of reasons that I should be anyone other than myself - to avoid causing myself so much pain.
By The Schizophrenic Mom11 months ago in Psyche
The First Step to a New Me. Content Warning.
There were children outside the kitchen window waiting for the bus, giggling, pure vitality. I stepped outside, the sun was warm for a December morning, almost like an early summer morning. I remembered how much I had enjoyed those first few weeks in town. They had a careful brilliance, a dancing optimism—like anything could happen. Life was vibrant.
By L.H. Reid11 months ago in Psyche
Sobriety Changed Me
Day I Chose Clarity: A Sobriety Story It was a rainy Thursday afternoon, the kind of gray, heavy day that seemed to mirror everything I was feeling inside. I remember standing at my bathroom sink, staring into the mirror like I was trying to recognize the person looking back at me. My face was puffy. My eyes—bloodshot and tired—held a kind of sadness that wasn’t just from lack of sleep or too many drinks. It was deeper. Hollow.
By Gabriela Tone11 months ago in Psyche
In the Lot. Top Story - April 2025.
In the empty lot across the street from my house, which was a mobile like the other homes on Turner Avenue, Bailey took off her training bra and flung it in a birch tree.
By Jennifer A. G.11 months ago in Psyche
Setting Boundaries Isn’t Mean…It’s Survival. Top Story - April 2025.
I’ve always known how to set boundaries. It’s not something I had to learn from a book or therapy session; it’s something that came naturally to me as a form of self-preservation. From the time I was a quiet two-year-old trying to watch a movie in peace, I knew how to defend my space, even if I wasn’t speaking much yet. My uncle kept pestering me, annoying me with taunts, pushing for a reaction And he finally said, “You look like a pig in the face.” and little two-year-old me, fed up and done, replied: “Well, if I look like a pig in the face, then you look like garbage.”
By Cadma11 months ago in Psyche
Homesick
I felt strangely calm during the drive to my destination that day. Following some inexplicable intuition, I had prepared several items that just… felt right, even though if asked I probably wouldn’t have been able to explain why. I had brought the beautiful feather that I had found walking the day before. Had picked some sage from the garden, the one type of plant I had always felt a rather special connection to. When I sat down with the old man, he asked me what I was here for today.
By Niklas Baumgärtler11 months ago in Psyche
Obnoxious
He called me obnoxious and I decided I was never going to have sex with him again. We had stopped making love a while ago.
By Ariana GonBon11 months ago in Psyche
The Intimacy of Being Understood
There’s a soft kind of magic in being understood. Not the surface-level kind where someone nods while you speak or says, “I get it” out of politeness, but the deep, soul-touching kind. The kind that makes your chest feel lighter, your thoughts quieter. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it stays with you like the scent of someone you love on a piece of clothing.
By Faraz11 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 11 months ago in Psyche
Why I Almost Quit Design
Hello, designers! When I graduated, I was full of hope. Like many, I had spent years studying graphic design and couldn’t wait to do the work I loved in the real world.
By Gading Widyatamaka11 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 Chatterjee11 months ago in Psyche
My Guests
I sat in that room I was born in. I spent formative years with the duality watching over me. They were treacherous; at times affectionate and nurturing; others cold and barbaric. From kisses to strikes across my cheeks, to kicks above my knees. An upbringing riddled with light and darkness; a preparation for their departure and my first guest.
By Andrew Dominguez11 months ago in Psyche