humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
We Need Monsters to Hate
Like flowers, monsters are constantly blooming. And we can’t stop staring at them. That pull to look straight at the ugliest parts of human behavior, to name them and drag them into daylight, isn’t some morbid hobby. It’s more like the practical need to clean a wound so it doesn’t get infected. Disgust is a society’s immune system, and immune systems only get strong through exposure. You can’t build immunity to something you refuse to look at.
By tatiana vitasabout 21 hours ago in Psyche
Resonance and Retribution: The Hyper-Aware Brain in the Wake of Unseen Blasts
Submission Overview This prose piece explores the intersection of physical acoustic trauma and psychological narcissistic abuse. It examines how low-frequency, invisible forces alter the nervous system, forcing the mind into a state of hyper-vigilance and clinical self-observation that is often mistaken for permanent damage.
By Syl De'Vil4 days ago in Psyche
Possession
Possession What is possession? What is meant by possession? Mind, body, and soul? It seems like a transient question. Something left to another world, spiritual by nature. Some methodology best swept under the rug, left alone within our minds, our lives, and between one another as a silly story meant for children.
By Chase McQuade5 days ago in Psyche
The Loss of Objective Reality Isn’t Fiction—It’s Policy-Relevant
There is a specific kind of frustration that comes from having your reality simplified into something it is not. It reaches deep into who you are, how you identify, and how much energy it takes to keep explaining yourself to people who have already decided your experience is too complicated to take seriously.
By Caleb Scott Policy5 days ago in Psyche
An Old Spaniel . Top Story - October 2026.
I have never had a dog die of old age. I do not know what to expect. Lucy’s ears have gone silver, her face is mask, and her paws are flecked with gray. After breakfast she wants a nap in the sun before she will regard the day. On walks she tires sooner and insists on a slow pace. Some days she is sore and stiff and needs to be hoisted onto things or carried up steps. Little things stack atop each other, and in another five years or so, they will pull her to sleep eternally.
By Laura Lann10 days ago in Psyche
