humanity
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Roots
It's another cold Thursday morning, work eludes me, and as I tinker around in my thoughts the mundane becomes the forgotten. Yesterday was a day of memories, a day of joy, and a day of deep, deep thoughts. I somehow managed to find some very old photographs of myself from when I must have been around 5 years old, and although I had a giggle at the combed hair and cute smile, it soon had me staring at that innocent face and wishing that I could protect that child from the lashings of life.
By Annelize Pabout a year ago in Psyche
The Antagonist to Lowly
Depression and anxiety are on the lips of everyone I know. Close friends and strangers introduce these emotions, these states of being, soon after conversation strikes. Growing up, I was told that people who don't have "real" problems in life bore themselves into depression and brew anxiety by marinating in their own lives for too long. As I grew into adulthood, I learned that wasn't always the case, but I'd be a liar if I told you those to be baseless claims. Just like any great war the world can recall, the wars between our ears can have root causes that are hard to trace or even explain.
By Jessica Flayserabout a year ago in Psyche
Help, Hope, & Heal…
I want it to share with you and everyone in the community about my experiences with a transformative moment from my both mental and emotional journey in visualize to make it expressive way. I also wanted to share you something about from lightness to darkness; and then going through the dark to find a light, but finding more brighter. However, my journey has been even more complex than others. Why? Because, I went through from misunderstood and felt like an outsider(it’s like my mind was telling me).
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Psyche
I’m Not My Fathers Son
Hello. My name is Alaric. It’s an old name that means leader. I guess that my parents had high hopes for me. I was always the weird kid. My siblings often made fun of me because I enjoyed things like broccoli, brussels sprouts, asparagus, mushrooms, spinach, and beets. They hated them. They loved mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, chicken nuggets, and chocolate. I hated them. They liked watching cartoons on days there were no school. I enjoyed watching things about scientific discoveries. They talked about me because I was smart. I got straight A’s in all my classes and they, well, they didn’t. The thing that pushed it over the edge, however, was the fact that I never got sick. When they had the flu, when they had chicken pocks, I had a scratchy throat for half a day. Amirah, my sister, would often ask my parents what planet they got me from.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Psyche
The Day Freedom Died. Content Warning.
America, land of the free, has fallen... it is no more. I never thought I would see the day this truly happened in the country I've proudly called my home since birth. The country my ancestors, elders, grandfathers, father, and uncles fought for. The country my partner fought for. The country I always praised and cherished... the country that taught me what freedom looked like. Now... I watch it perish under a regime of tyranny and evil that masquerades under the guise of religion and doing "God's" work. These are the moments that continue to reshape me... that redefine me just when I thought that I had reached my final state of definition. But the transformations are not always for the better... this particular time of change has me conflicted and tormented with guilt and disgust.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Psyche
Metamorphosis
It was time to distract the mind to find the road to transformation. It was a slow process, like doing a snow plough turn while skiing down a steep slope, it sometimes works. Playing the cards was the last option when all logic failed to work.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Psyche
Small Town Murder. Content Warning.
** It's been nearly 7 years since Denise was murdered. 7 years her friends and family have mourned and struggled to rebuild their worlds without her in it. 7 years a murder has gone unanswered, and the monster still roams around free. Thank you for revisiting this memory with me, thank you for your kind words and support. Please be vigilant and aware of the people who hide behind falseness, masked in smiles.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Psyche
Conversations With the Mirror
There are moments when the world tilts—when you find yourself cracked open in a silence so loud it roars. The polished affirmations, the soft-spoken mantras, all start to feel like bandaids on bullet wounds. Not beautiful. Not helpful. Just a cover that doesn’t hold—words that slip right off when you need something that sticks.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Psyche
A Conversation With the Mirror
There are moments when the world tilts—when you find yourself cracked open in a silence so loud it roars. The polished affirmations, the soft-spoken mantras, all start to feel like bandaids on bullet wounds. Not beautiful. Not helpful. Just a cover that doesn’t hold—words that slip right off when you need something that sticks.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Psyche
The Numb Age
Introduction: The Hidden Epidemic In today’s hyper-connected world, most of us are drowning—not in water, but in noise. Not from sirens or shouting, but from pings, reels, ads, and algorithmically curated chaos. It’s not a virus or a war. It’s something quieter, but just as damaging: dopamine exhaustion.
By Debarghya Chatterjeeabout a year ago in Psyche
