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Navigating the Mental Maze
In our fast-paced world, mental health has become a crucial aspect of overall well-being. With the pressures of modern life, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed and lost in the labyrinth of stress, anxiety, and emotional turmoil. However, with the right strategies, navigating this mental maze becomes not only manageable but empowering. This article aims to provide practical strategies for fostering a healthier mind, promoting emotional resilience, and enhancing overall mental well-being.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Humans
Why Positive Gaming Communities Matter
In the digital kingdom of Gameworldia, where pixels form the landscapes and avatars battle for glory, a great divide had emerged. On one side, there was Trolltopia—a dark, dank place filled with bitter comments, snarky insults, and a general atmosphere of negativity. Here, trolls ruled supreme, and every gaming session felt more like walking into a middle school cafeteria where the cool kids just hurled insults at you for existing.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Humans
Finding Hope After Childhood Trauma: A Guide for Adults
Humanity is known for its kindness, it is known for the joy it endows, for the bliss it enclasps in its moments of adoration, care and togetherness as a family and as a community. We are known to live and thrive in a socially garnered civilisation that celebrates each other’s success and belies in growing together into a more progressive society. As we evolve into a more informed and connected world, the bitter truth lies that many of us live or have survived in an environment that was detrimental to our sense of perception, our holistic mind well-being and how we develop our confidence in ourselves.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Humans
Finding Hope After Childhood Trauma: A Guide for Adults
Humanity is known for its kindness, it is known for the joy it endows, for the bliss it enclasps in its moments of adoration, care and togetherness as a family and as a community. We are known to live and thrive in a socially garnered civilisation that celebrates each other’s success and belies in growing together into a more progressive society. As we evolve into a more informed and connected world, the bitter truth lies that many of us live or have survived in an environment that was detrimental to our sense of perception, our holistic mind well-being and how we develop our confidence in ourselves.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Humans
The Door That Shouldn't Be Opened. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Concealed in the cellar, an entryway had been fixed closed for quite a long time. Nobody realized who had locked it or why, yet every past proprietor of the manor had been cautioned: Don't open that entryway.
By Hasib Abdullahabout a year ago in Humans
Rising For Change
In the small town of Riverbend, the air was thick with anticipation. It was primary election season, and for the first time in years, a real contest was unfolding. The townspeople were accustomed to elections being more of a formality, with the same old names on the ballots and predictable results. But this year was different. A young man named David Mathews had stepped into the race, determined to challenge the status quo and bring new energy to the town’s leadership.David wasn’t a seasoned politician. He didn’t have a long list of political connections or a legacy to lean on. What he did have, however, was passion. Born and raised in Riverbend, he had seen the town’s struggles up close. Factories had closed, leaving many without work. Schools were underfunded, and the younger generation, without opportunities, had begun leaving in search of better prospects elsewhere. David had watched as people he loved were forced to move away, and he had witnessed how the community’s spirit had started to fade.For years, David had been a quiet observer, involved in small ways—helping at local charities, organizing food drives, mentoring young students—but he knew it wasn’t enough. The problems were bigger than any single individual could solve alone. What Riverbend needed was leadership that truly cared, leadership that was fit to steer the town back to its potential.David was unsure at first. He wasn’t sure if he was the right person to run for office. He was young, and politics seemed so distant, a world reserved for those with power and influence. But his heart kept tugging him in the direction of service. After many sleepless nights, long conversations with friends, and encouragement from his family, David made the decision. He would run for mayor.As the primary election approached, David knew he was up against significant challenges. The incumbent mayor, Mr. Thompson, had been in office for over two decades. He was well-known, respected by some, but also seen as out of touch by many. Thompson’s administration had been stagnant, more concerned with maintaining the status quo than addressing the real issues plaguing Riverbend. But he had the advantage of experience and the backing of established business leaders.David’s campaign was grassroots from the start. He didn’t have large sums of money to fund his campaign, but what he did have was a team of dedicated volunteers who believed in his vision. They went door to door, speaking to neighbors, listening to their concerns, and sharing David’s message of hope and renewal. “Riverbend can be great again,” David would say at every opportunity. “But it requires leadership that understands the people, not just the politics.”His message resonated with many, especially the younger generation, who felt disconnected from the town’s current leadership. He organized town hall meetings, where anyone could ask questions and share their thoughts. David didn’t pretend to have all the answers, but he promised to listen and work hard. “Leadership isn’t about knowing everything,” he often said, “It’s about being willing to learn, to adapt, and to serve with humility.”As the primary election drew nearer, the atmosphere in Riverbend shifted. People who had long felt ignored by the political process suddenly felt seen and heard. David’s campaign sparked conversations at grocery stores, coffee shops, and on the streets. The excitement was palpable, but so was the opposition.Mr. Thompson’s campaign dismissed David as inexperienced and naïve. They painted him as someone who didn’t understand the complexities of leadership. But David stood firm. “Leadership isn’t about how long you’ve held a position,” he said at one debate. “It’s about how well you serve the people while you hold it. Riverbend doesn’t need someone who’s been in office for twenty years—we need someone who understands our challenges and is willing to fight for solutions.”The night before the primary election, David gathered with his team at his campaign headquarters, a small but bustling office downtown. There were no expensive consultants or media specialists, just a group of volunteers who believed in the power of change. David stood before them, humbled by their dedication. “Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ve already won,” he said. “We’ve sparked something in Riverbend that won’t be put out. People are engaged again, and that’s more important than any one election.”Election day arrived, and the town was buzzing with energy. Lines formed at polling places, with both young and old showing up to cast their votes. It was clear that something significant was happening—Riverbend was waking up.As the results started to come in that evening, the atmosphere in David’s campaign headquarters was electric. One by one, precincts reported their tallies, and it became clear that David had not only held his own against the incumbent, but he was winning. When the final results were announced, David had done what many had thought impossible—he had won the primary election by a significant margin.The celebration was joyous, but for David, it was just the beginning. Winning the primary was a victory, but the general election still lay ahead. More than that, the real work of serving his community was yet to come. As he stood before his supporters that night, David felt the weight of what it meant to be a leader. It wasn’t about the title, the power, or the prestige. It was about service. It was about being the kind of leader who listened, who cared, and who was fit to rule not because of experience alone, but because of character, empathy, and a deep commitment to the people.David Mathews had won more than just an election that night. He had earned the trust of a community ready for change, a community that believed once again in the power of leadership grounded in service. And in that moment, David knew he was ready to lead them into a brighter future.
By Godsfavour chukwunoye about a year ago in Humans
The Dreamer of Digital Wealth
For years, Ethan had worked tirelessly in jobs that barely paid the bills. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many hours he put in, the money was never enough. His paycheck would disappear as soon as it arrived, swallowed by rent, bills, and the never-ending cost of living. He had long since given up on the idea of ever owning a house or even going on a real vacation. Financial stability felt like a distant dream, always just out of reach.
By Galip Yükselabout a year ago in Humans
The bug inside my head. Content Warning.
We all get sick at some point. We either had a fever, a cold, or something more serious. In my case, it was always like this as far back as I can remember. High fever, the occasional virus, a cold, stomach problems, etc. Nothing that rest, tea, and medicine can't solve. Until I got sick with something specific. This illness started discreetly and slowly; I got sicker and sicker until it took over me. This illness has something different from the ones I've had before, since first it makes my head sick—yes, my head as if it were a little bug that starts to take control of my head and then my body. This bug is very intelligent; it makes you sick at the most vulnerable moment and with the most insecurities. This bug takes its time to persuade me; it talks to me, but as if it were talking to me through my thoughts, as if it were sending them through a little tube inside my head that goes straight to my thoughts. This disease is very destructive because somehow this little bug convinces you and manipulates you by telling you what is best, what you have to do, and what is right. Within my desperation, my hatred, and my insecurities, I believe it and leave it; I pay attention to it, and I even agree with what it suggests (forces me). You don't know the happiness, the joy I felt at the moment when "My bug's best friend" showed me that I had lost a kilo. "It means that it works, that I'm right," I tell myself. Are you right? Are you right? No, it's impossible; you have nothing. Since you got in there, you get lost, you get confused, and you feel that you are at your best, that you finally control yourself, but it's the opposite; you lose control in front of this little bug. I remember so many atrocities that you made me do and so much harm that you did to me that you led me to other problems. I remember how you hated what gave me life, what kept me energized and healthy. How you made me look in the mirror and make me see something totally different even though I could already feel my ribs; I could even count them, but you were never satisfied. I never reach to your expectecions bug. “Who’s going to love you like that? Today don’t even think about going over 500 calories, and find a way to burn 1000; that way you’ll be prettier and... thinner,” you would tell me. I remember having counted wrong once; I went wrong; I remember the terror you made me suffer; I started exercising immediately; I had to lose weight to make up for my crime. Months went by; my mother noticed I was thinner shortly after starting school; they bombarded me with questions, but I knew how to lie. My boat always came back full, and my mother soon after took me to my doctor. She was a doctor who was like an aunt,oneof my mothers best friends. I remember weighing myself beforehand to make sure I was okay—that I was thin and light enough. I remember when I first got in and she hugged me; her face was sad. She looked at me as if I had done something horrible, and she was right; even so, they weighed me, and I remember her words, “No, you can’t weigh this.” My recovery was horrible at first. I had to do things that were forbidden by my little bug. I had to eat. It was a roller coaster of twists, turns, and ups. It was so overwhelming that I kept trying to negotiate with the doctor. And I weighed every food I devised; I counted every calorie each day and added it up for a weekly total. Little bug, you play harder and worse in my recovery, this is going to save me. It was a lot; I couldn’t handle you telling me one thing and my parents telling me another. At the same time, I had to fake a smile at school because telling this wasn’t an option. I cut myself off; I would like to say it was once, but it was more. “I won’t stop until I see blood,” I thought. Luckily, my scars were gone. It burned; it burned a lot, but it made me forget for the moment; my head finally went to something else, to the burning. I hate you so much, little bug; how could you do this to me? I was 11 years old, i remeberd how much my back hurts when i sat in a chair beacuse of the bone of my spine hitting the hard chair, or when it was hard to breath when i came up stairs. little bug, all because of your obsession with me whit my body , with your obsesion to lose weight to be healthy or what you call healthy that is to be more and more thinner until i cant anymore and die . What a liar you are. Anorexia, they told me your name was Little Bug. I want to tell you that I'm okay now, that I finally got rid of control, that I'm finally cured, because I make my own decisions because I have control now of myself as it should be... and one more thing, don't come back; never come back because nobody misses you here. I'm happy, and listen to me well. I can eat beacuse i want to live.
By Penny Pradaabout a year ago in Humans
Navya Naveli Nanda's Achievement: A Mirror to Society's Gender Bias
Navya Naveli Nanda's Achievement: A Mirror to Society's Gender Bias Prejudice and discrimination based on gender persist because gender stereotypes are reinforced through a variety of channels, such as the media, socialization, education, and leisure activities. In addition to highlighting the pervasive prejudices that society still harbours against women, this article criticizes how modern society readily criticizes women who hold comparable success and power but ignore the accomplishments of powerful men. It focuses on Navya Nanda's experiences with online criticism regarding her achievements because of gender bias and examines different aspects of gender stereotyping and its effects on women's career advancement.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Humans
