Mental Health
Loop Behavior
There are too many thoughts for one body. They move in circles, wear paths into the same places until the ground gives in. Patterns arrive before intention. I react and call it instinct. I leave and call it safety. Trauma never raises its voice. It just adjusts the volume of everything else. I mistrust silence. I mistrust warmth. I mistrust the moment right before someone decides I am difficult. Memory doesn’t line up. Time splinters. The past interrupts without asking. PTSD keeps me alert for things that already happened. BPD keeps me searching for proof I exist at all. I study myself like evidence. I replay the same scene from different angles, hoping one of them explains why I always choose the fire. If only there was sand. Something that would slow the fall. Something that would let time pass without cutting. But there is only repetition. Only noise I have learned to call thought. Only the quiet work of surviving another loop. I remain here, unfinished, watching myself happen again.
By Tifani Power 7 months ago in Poets
Trapped by My Moral Imposter
First, you must whisper the secret. Maybe no one else will believe you, but you know it is true. You are surviving in a world that cannot see you because you became invisible. You had no choice. Begin by recognising how that feeling was built. Before you had language, something inside you learned to sound like morality to keep you alive. This is what has been wearing your voice. This is your Moral Imposter. It does not argue or explain. It just announces. It does not care who you are or what you value. It has one task only: how do we prevent harm completely? Understand the nature of this feeling. It is safety-driven, not values-driven. It formed under conditions where survival mattered more than meaning. It borrows moral language because morality is the strongest internal authority available. That is why it sounds like conscience. That is why it feels absolute. But observe how it behaves. It cannot weigh outcomes. It cannot accept repair. It does not recognise proportion or context. It escalates everything into threat and calls that virtue. It was never built for living. It was built for containment. It was built to make sure something that bad never, ever happens again. Notice when the trap closes. Staying feels dangerous. Leaving feels dangerous. Rest acquires a charge. Absence starts to look like the only clean solution. When others see your restraint and call it “character”, or see your hesitation and call it “values”, do not try to live up to it. That is the trap. To create the exit, you must change the jurisdiction. Reasoning will not work. It does not update when satisfied. It will never die. You must cut the power. Take away the supply. This happens here and now. Stop asking: How do I meet this demand? Instead, reclaim the authority. Know that you are the only person who gets to decide what is ethical. Listen to the judgement telling you that you are a bad person. Realise this is not about you. It is about control. Say: No thank you. I am good. I have got this. I am a goddamn grown adult with my own morality. I will no longer listen to an imposter telling me that I am the source of all pain. Now, create the door and step outside. The door is the choice to leave. The alarm will always be there. The locked room will try to snatch you back. You will find yourself trapped there again. But when it happens, take a breath. Make the decision to leave. Create the door again. Expect drama to follow. It does not belong to your jurisdiction. The signals will continue, but you will no longer treat them as verdicts. Recognise them only as alerts from a system designed for safety, not meaning. Feel the pressure drop. Not relief. Not optimism. Just a sudden reduction in urgency, as if a rule you never agreed to has quietly lost standing. Movement no longer requires moral permission.
By Claire McAllen7 months ago in Poets
Living in Fate, Not Clinging
Whether male or female, never desperately seek marriage, for everything in this world follows the law of cause and effect. What is meant to be yours will eventually arrive; what is not meant for you will only deplete your energy. Believe that when a debt of kindness is owed to you, someone who cherishes you dearly will appear. Without greed, there are gifts; with heavy expectations, there are only losses. Hope for the attainable, wait for the possible, listen, observe, and go with the flow. Walk forward with composure.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
