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I Didn't Write This For You To Read. Honorable Mention in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
I don’t usually share my writing with people I know. It’s not that I’m ashamed of what I write—it’s just that the moment you let someone in, especially someone from your real life, everything feels a little more… exposed. I worry people will read into things. That they’ll recognize themselves in a sentence. And that if they do, they'll be hurt or feel uncomfortable. Or they’ll decide that something isn’t “true enough.” Or maybe they’ll just think it’s bad.
By Hannah Hessabout a year ago in Psyche
It's March 25. Honorable Mention in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
I still think about Giuseppe every day. It’s March 25 and I catch myself staring out the window - in a trance - never sure for how long or what I was looking for. Spring has started to reveal himself, provocatively - though my desire seems frozen inside the 25 kisses G used to leave on my sleepy forehead before catching the metro; a morning person to my night owl, compatible only through dialectical juxtaposition, cosmically at odds. I’ve learned to relinquish my daze to Spring, an act of supplication to lead the escape from Winter and all the heartbreak we bore with the cold, infamous for keeping dead organs alive.
By Aaron Callowayabout a year ago in Psyche
The Night I Lost Myself—and Found My Soul
There are moments in life when the air around you seems to freeze, when the space between your thoughts becomes suffocating, and when you realize that nothing will ever be the same again. It’s a stillness that doesn’t come with comfort but with a deep, unsettling feeling that everything you once knew about yourself is slipping through your fingers.
By Breeana Anitaabout a year ago in Psyche
The buzzard and the squirrel. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge. Content Warning.
Everything is the same, never better. The same… The same…. The same….. The same tiresome playlist on the radio, same trees clawing overhead, same beat-to-death roads and same jarring potholes. I feel my breath catch under the sameness as I drag myself to work. The weight is becoming too much to bear. A snapping approaches, but then something startles the sameness: a tiny beacon in the monotonous landscape.
By E. L. Stacyabout a year ago in Psyche
Homesick
I felt strangely calm during the drive to my destination that day. Following some inexplicable intuition, I had prepared several items that just… felt right, even though if asked I probably wouldn’t have been able to explain why. I had brought the beautiful feather that I had found walking the day before. Had picked some sage from the garden, the one type of plant I had always felt a rather special connection to. When I sat down with the old man, he asked me what I was here for today.
By Niklas Baumgärtlerabout a year ago in Psyche
Not the Poster Boy of Sobriety
Let me be clear—I love my wife, deeply, and in all the ways I know how. That makes writing this all the more difficult. I’ve spoken before about my struggles with pornography and sex addiction—mostly online, never physical—but sharing it again still knots my stomach.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Psyche
Unconditional Commitement
The Power of Unconditional Commitment: Choosing to Stay the Course In today’s fast-paced, convenience-driven world, commitment can feel like an outdated virtue. People are often encouraged to “follow their feelings,” “move on if it doesn’t serve you,” or “leave if it’s not easy.” And while there is truth in setting boundaries and prioritizing mental health, there is also something deeply transformative—and increasingly rare—about *unconditional commitment*.
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Psyche










