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Divorce isn't an end; it's a different beginning.
Your behaviors that are keeping you from your Dream Life
It's easy to identify the monoculture of Germany in the 1930s or America in 1776. It's clear what people at those times, in those places, accepted to be "good" and "true" even when in reality, that was certainly not always the case.
By Kristen Orkoshneliabout a year ago in Humans
The “No Contact” Rule: What It Really Does to Their Brain
There’s something terrifyingly powerful about silence. When you decide to cut off all communication after a breakup — no texts, no calls, no “checking in” just to be nice — it sends a signal. Not just to them, but to their brain. And whether you were the one left behind or the one walking away, the “No Contact” rule doesn’t just sit quietly. It rewires emotional circuits, sparks curiosity, and messes with memory in ways most people don’t expect.
By Liam Osuosabout a year ago in Humans
Mastering Emotional Stability at Work: The Calm Power Behind Success.
Introduction In today's fast-paced, high-pressure work environments, technical skills and expertise can't help you achieve your goals. What distinguishes truly successful professionals is often not what they know, but how they handle themselves especially under pressure. Emotional stability, or the ability to remain calm and focused in challenging situations, is increasingly recognized as one of the most powerful attributes in the modern workplace.
By Sayed Zewayedabout a year ago in Humans
Still Dressed for Him
In a quiet neighborhood tucked at the edge of a small town, a pale yellow house stood with its paint peeling and flowerbeds gone wild. It was a house that held its breath. Its windows were always half-closed, curtains drawn just enough to keep the world out and the memories in.
By khalid khanabout a year ago in Humans
Is He Emotionally Available or Just Bored?. AI-Generated.
Emotional availability is more than just answering a text when it pings or saying, “Yes, I can do Saturday.” It’s all about being really there, letting down your guard sometimes, and sticking around when the fun fades and the feels show up. An emotionally available guy is into creating something that lasts. He talks about what’s going on inside him, makes room for your stuff, and aims for a connection that’s deeper than just what’s easy or normal.
By Kellee Bernierabout a year ago in Humans
August, Annie Oakley, & More
Sitting here being calmed by the sounds that the thunder is making outside of my window and watching the rain trickle down the panes. "Gosh, how we needed this reprieve from the unrelenting heat and humidity from these July days that have collapsed on the calendar," my soul thinks...
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Humans
How Islam Changed My View of Success.
Success is a word that carries different meanings for different people. For many years, I believed success was all about wealth, status, power, and worldly achievements. I thought the more money I had, the more luxurious my life became, and the more people admired me, the more successful I would be. I spent a lot of time chasing these goals, constantly comparing myself to others and feeling like I wasn’t doing enough. But when I truly began to understand Islam, my entire view of success changed.
By Tariq jamilabout a year ago in Humans
When the World Forgot Me
There was no announcement when it happened. No blaring alarm, no flicker of the lights. Just one day, everything went quiet. People stopped asking how I was. My messages were left on “read,” phone calls unanswered, birthdays unacknowledged. It didn’t come all at once, like a crash—it was more like a slow leak. One by one, the faces faded. Friends, family, colleagues. Eventually, the silence filled the entire room. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. Maybe nothing. Maybe that’s the worst part. At first, I tried harder. Sent the “How have you been?” texts. Liked every post, left comments with emojis to say, “Hey, I’m still here.” I showed up to gatherings I wasn’t really invited to, hoping my presence would spark some kind of memory, a flicker of “Oh, I forgot how much I like being around you.” But it didn’t. Conversations danced around me, eyes glanced past me, and I became the ghost in my own life. I began to fade not just from their minds—but from mine too. I questioned my worth in silence. Days bled into one another, marked only by meals I sometimes remembered to eat and nights I couldn't sleep. I wasn't depressed in the way movies portray it. I still brushed my teeth. Still folded laundry. But inside, I was unraveling, thread by invisible thread. The world hadn’t just forgotten me. I had forgotten myself. I wish I could say there was a turning point. Some powerful “aha” moment that sparked a fire in me. But there wasn’t. Instead, there was a grocery store. I was standing in the aisle, staring at a shelf of canned soup, trying to choose between chicken noodle and tomato, and I realized—no one was coming. No one was going to pull me out of this. No one was going to remind me who I was. If I wanted to feel seen again, I had to see myself first. So I bought the chicken noodle. Went home. Ate it. And the next morning, I did something small: I wrote one sentence in a notebook. It said, “You are still here.” The day after that, I wrote another: “That matters.” Each day, one more line. Then a paragraph. Then a page. Until I had a journal full of truths I had forgotten. I started walking again—first just around the block, then through neighborhoods I hadn’t visited in years. I stopped trying to be part of every conversation, and instead started having real ones with myself. There’s something painful, but also liberating, about being forgotten. You begin to realize how much of your identity was shaped by how others saw you. Stripped of that, you're left with the core of who you are. And sometimes, you find it’s stronger than you imagined. I won’t lie and say the people came rushing back. Some didn’t. Some never will. But the ones who did—those who noticed I had gone quiet, who asked where I’d been—those are the ones I cherish now. Not out of desperation, but with deep gratitude. I’m not angry at the world anymore. The truth is, people are busy surviving their own storms. Sometimes they forget to check if others are drowning. And that’s okay. It’s not my job to make everyone remember me. It’s my job to remember myself. Now, when I meet someone who seems a little too quiet, who lingers on the edge of the room, I smile at them. Not out of pity—but recognition. I see you. I remember what it felt like to be invisible. I remember what it took to come back from that. And if I could leave one message behind, it would be this: Even if the world forgets you, even if it falls silent and the lights dim—you are still here. And that matters. Thank you for reading this 🥰.
By Azmat Roman ✨about a year ago in Humans
The Strong One Is Suffering
They call me the strong one. The reliable one. The one you go to when your life is falling apart, when you need advice at midnight, when you're on the edge and need someone to talk you down. I’ve worn that label like armor for years—believing it meant I was valuable, needed, even loved.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Humans
I Talk to Strangers Online and Make Them Feel Better - And That’s a Good Thing!
Hi there! 👋 My name is Diana, and I do something very special. I talk to people online and help them feel better when they’re sad, lonely, or even when they just need someone to listen. It’s called companion chatting, and it’s like having a cozy little voice in your pocket.
By Diana Crooksabout a year ago in Humans
The Broken Wings . Content Warning.
As usual , my world was a straight line - from the school gates to my front door and back again . Nothing really excites me anymore, I told myself . Really nothing . I carry my school bag and again take the route to my school . Walking to the school , I was a little late that day due to my unstable emotions which were very overwhelming .
By Roosie Roseabout a year ago in Humans
