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Code-Switching: On Having Two Linguistic Personalities. Top Story - January 2021.
Code-switching, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is "The action of shifting between two or more languages, or between dialects or registers of a language, within a discourse, especially in response to a change in social context". Growing up, I was always accused of "talking white". Spoiler alert, I am not white. I did, however, attend a somewhat prestigious secondary school and there's a pervasive trend in my country of mocking the accent of students from said school. We were posh, "hoity-toity" (their words, not mine) and we spoke with an accent that gave off an air of superiority.
By Laquesha Bailey5 years ago in Psyche
Still going..
4. I learned something today.. This afternoon i had some company for lunch which for me can either be hard because i have moments where being sociable is just something i cannot do or its welcomed because i can be a little lonely. Today was the second. While im sitting there enjoying the time spent, we got to talking about some deep things like the past and things that both of us have experienced and gone through when all of a sudden it hit me. It hits me that i have never had a single relationship with someone that had developed naturally. All my relationships with my family members have all taken there form by what i've been told i should think about that person whether it be positive or negative. Even a lack of a relationship with some family was a choice made for me. When i realized this it made me feel kind of slighted and manipulated. What if someone im close to now didnt deserve it or what if someone i thought i didnt like really turned out to be someone i needed in my life. Thinking of all this reminds me of how my entire life has never been my own whether i was being conned into believing something or i was told directly who i was meant to be and what i was supposed to say and do. Ive never got to make my own decisions. Now that im older and able to see things more clearly with the help of therapy and new experiences, i feel like its time to be open and allow the opportunity for relationships to happen if they will. While also paying better attention to the effect the ones i already have may have on me. Im finding that the more time i dedicate to myself and the more effort i put forward to healing myself the less i really know about myself and the more i wish i knew about others. The truth im getting older and life is just getting shorter and i really dont want anymore regrets. I already have way too many. The regret tank is definitely full. Ive already started working on trying to fix the ones i still and trying to learn how to cope with the ones ill never get a chance to. I tell ya somedays ..the healing process is harder and hurts more than the abuse itself.
By Parker5 years ago in Psyche
Everyone Knows, One Helps
Everyone Knows, One Helps I can say with certainty that my childhood was rough. There will always be someone who had it worse, but therapy and memes have taught me that comparative suffering isn’t useful. With a narcissistic mother and a bipolar father, my siblings and I were caught in the fray and all reacting as we best knew how, trying to protect the younger sibling or siblings as much as we could. When home is a warzone, you learn to find solace somewhere else. Anywhere else, really. I clung to teachers and mentors, soaked up affection from friends and their parents, and threw myself into every activity I could manage to avoid extra time at home.
By Elizabeth Hunter5 years ago in Psyche
The Darkness
In the depths of darkness, nothing flourishes. It drowns you, consumes you whole. The inner fluttering of your soul, your entire wellbeing is silenced with the inevitable gloom of darkness. Anything that once made you feel alive. Gone.
By Jess5 years ago in Psyche
Moonbeam
Anika. The most beautiful human I ever knew. My mind’s eye conducts vivid interjections of our time together, but what is a mind now? Time no longer exists as it once did. I can look in on Anika while peering through a membranous, fuzzy barrier. A colossal, echoing voice that at once sounds like music and like terror rips through me when I get too near the barrier. “You must have an architect’s key!” it booms superbly through me as I edge as closely as I can to Anika.
By Season HB5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Wellness
My 2021 fresh start is my mental well being. I believe that that is a big concern around the whole world since this virus has entered main stage and what we have also learned it attacks our mental health as well as our physical health. The results mentally have become overwhelming and in my opinion have outweighed the virus itself. The worse being not able to be with our loved ones before their departure from earth.
By Traci Jones5 years ago in Psyche
December 8, 2018
It was a cold night in the city of San Francisco on the eighth of December 2018. I was a freshman at San Francisco State University. I had been struggling a lot with depression since I moved there away from anything and everything I have ever known, which led me to start engaging in reckless decisions that involved all sorts of drugs and alcohol. I had a lot of unresolved traumas from the past, but this specific night pushed me to the edge and is why it was such a life altering event.
By KNACAM5 years ago in Psyche
Giving Voice
Where do you go when you resent having to live? The room is mostly dark, backlit by a dull side table lamp, vague shapes are all I can see beyond the harsh glow of my laptop’s screen. I haven’t left this room, barring trips to the bathroom or to fix a peanut butter sandwich, in two days. People are anathema right now and so I hide in the soothing tones of noise cancelling headphones and the safe disconnect of a tv screen. I do not like my life.
By David Zwakenberg5 years ago in Psyche
On Suicide Part 2
Trigger Warning: This story is about me, it's about you, it's about your best friend from high school that you didn't know was depressed until it was too late. This story is about a guy named Josh who struggles with suicide, self acceptance, lonliness, and rejection. It is meant to pinpoint how our society wrongfully handles the subject of suicide, and a lot of the scenes come from real life experiences of people who have conquered their struggle with depression, and want to help others do the same. This is not an easy read and it's not meant to be, so if you find yourself struggling please reach out to someone, and stop reading if you find this triggering.
By Abi Roads5 years ago in Psyche
Little Black Notebook
If you are reading this you have made a big mistake. This black notebook is a JOURNAL, and it belongs to Alexandra Stronge.
By Katie Petrakos5 years ago in Psyche
How I Went from Earning 6 Figures to Working for Minimum Wage
At age 23, after training for two months, I got cut a check for $16,000. I was trading equity options. I was on a 50% split, which means I had brought in $32,000 in the month of January 2009.
By Michael X Christopher5 years ago in Psyche
Key Things To Know About Comfort Zone
I received this forward on WhatsApp the other day from one of my friends. As I read it, while I agreed with it initially in the nick of the moment, I kept reading it. As I did that, more discoveries about "comfort zone" happened in me.
By Ganesh Kuduva5 years ago in Psyche