Mental Health
Guard Your Battery. Top Story - March 2026.
Why are some people so attractive just by standing there? It’s not because they are "likable," but because they don’t need everyone to like them. I realized later that truly charismatic people allow themselves to be criticized, but they never criticize themselves. They never try to please the world; instead, the world stops to watch them.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
False Spring
It never began with apologies. It began with a mild day no one had predicted. The kind that makes you pause in the doorway, coat in hand, and think — maybe not. You’d reappear carefully. Not grand. Not desperate. Just steady enough to make doubt feel dramatic. You spoke as if the past were weather — unfortunate, passing, nothing anyone could control. I wanted that to be true. So I let the air change without questioning it. Moved things back where they used to sit. Answered calls I had practiced ignoring. Translated sharpness into stress. Told myself growth can look like discomfort. And I believed you because the sun was out. Because the trees were trying. Because it felt unreasonable to doubt warmth while standing in it. False spring is convincing like that. It coaxes the buds open early, whispers, *see? it’s different this time.* Even the birds test their wings. Then, without announcement, the temperature drops at night. Petals go translucent. The ground stiffens again. You would say I was overreacting. That it wasn’t that cold. That I’d always been sensitive to weather. So I learned to call shivering a personality trait. Learned to apologize for needing a coat. Learned to study the sky instead of you. The hardest part wasn’t the cold. It was how believable the warmth had been. How briefly, beautifully ordinary it felt to stand in it without bracing. Now, when February goes soft, I still notice. Still feel that small lift in my chest. I just don’t put my coat away. Some warmth doesn’t mean arrival. Some seasons are rehearsals. And some winters never admit they’re still here.
By Brie Boleyn7 months ago in Poets
