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Breath
Writing this article on air, maybe 500 meters up above the sky, after a long trip – a month in Perth, Australia. I remind myself of the life I spent in this place, a life that reminded me to be alive. Before leaving to Perth, there was a side of me that carried the weight of the world around me, and also of the world beyond me. The word “present” was only something I read as I scroll through reels, or some random motivation. It was so far beyond reach that I barely took a deep breath, stood still, or slept without my pillow, feeling like it got drenched under the rain or perhaps my tears. Questions running through my head, trying to find a solution to every problem that arose, only to be entangled by the very problem again, as I could not find my way out. Every attempt I made to release myself or to escape from the unbreakable tie I had with my fear, worries, anxieties, life most unpredictable events, and so on, the rope held tighter, suffocating me while making my world smaller and smaller and yet even smaller. Alongside the suffocation, guilt was playing its vital role in the hurricane I built in my head, guilt that I couldn’t spend more time with my grandparents, as their wrinkles deepened and skin loosened, their hearts yearned for my presence, to remind them that they were loved, appreciated, and valued.
By DB Minchu 7 days ago in Journal
HEALING DIDN'T COME LOUDLY.
Have you ever felt overwhelmed by life’s challenges, with your heart heavy and your mind restless, yearning for sleep and searching desperately for peace? Sometimes, healing seems out of reach, yet in those moments of uncertainty, I discovered a beautiful truth. Ths is my story: There was a season in my life when sleep became difficult and peace felt unfamiliar. My body was tired, but my mind refused to rest. I carried silent battles, questions I couldn’t answer, emotions I didn’t fully understand, and pain I didn’t know how to explain. From the outside, I looked fine. But inside me, I was dying. Healing felt far away. I prayed, but sometimes the pain doubled.I was frustrated, I felt unworthy, not enough, and empty. I felt too tired, too broken, always anxious and panicked at the slightest distraction. I was so uncertain about the future and did overthink alot. I felt something was wrong somewhere, but I just couldn't figure it out. I became withdrawn, no more interested in socialization and stayed indoors most often. The more people tried coming closer, the more I pulled back, because I felt I wasn't in my best shape and needed to heal first.
By Sunshine Writes7 days ago in Motivation
How to Keep Your Brain 20 Years Younger: Science-Backed Habits That Actually Work. AI-Generated.
Michael didn’t notice it all at once. It started with small things he could easily laugh off. Walking into the kitchen and standing there a little too long, trying to remember why he came in. Forgetting the name of someone he worked with every day. Losing his train of thought halfway through a story he had told many times before.
By Junaid Khan7 days ago in Longevity
Reborn To Revenge
Prologue I remember dying. Not the calm, peaceful kind—the gentle fading, the soft glow at the end of a tunnel. No. Mine was chaos. Metal twisting. Glass shattering like delicate ice beneath my head. My heart didn’t slow down. It shattered.
By Relistream7 days ago in Fiction
I Left An "Eye-Glass" In "Kingston", Right Before You Reach The Church - It Was "Multi-Colored", Shaded - (Purple Ornamented)
One day, I had been walking - and this is a true story! A business establishment - I thought, why don't I just spend some time!
By 365poetry7 days ago in Poets
Maybe It's My Problem Only, I Should Speak To Someone About It - I Should!
I don't have children - they say you must have children! I don't need a child - they say, you must have a child! I have never needed any person, but I understand what happens, " I DO "..
By 365poetry7 days ago in Poets
From the Edge of Darkness to 90% Light
Written by: Hazrat Umer (A survivor's true account from 2019 to 2026) My 7-Year Battle with Anxiety, Depression, and How I Found My Way Back
By Hazrat Umer7 days ago in Humans
Fashion in 2026: Top Global Trends, Innovative Designs, Smart Fabrics, and Style Predictions Redefining the Future of Fashion. AI-Generated.
Fashion in 2026 is bold, expressive, and deeply influenced by technology, sustainability, and cultural shifts. Across the United States and the United Kingdom, fashion lovers are embracing styles that balance individuality with comfort, digital innovation with craftsmanship, and luxury with street credibility.
By Fashion Frequency7 days ago in Styled
Cold Weather: Does it kill germs or make you sick?
Will a goof freeze destroy germs? Last week, a man told me that he was thankful for the constant freezing temperatures in Virginia because it would kill germs. I have heard this theory all of my life, but is it accurate?
By Cheryl E Preston7 days ago in Humans
How Making TikToks Boosted My Body Confidence
I started the month of February with my “annual” doctor’s appointment. Three years had passed since my last visit, and my anxiety was focused mainly on the exam itself. The fluorescent lights were unforgiving, the kind that make you feel like every number is about to tell on you. That’s why the results of my weigh-in beforehand left me completely blindsided.
By Erica Roberts 7 days ago in Confessions
I Trusted the Wrong Person—and Paid the Price
I Trusted the Wrong Person—and Paid the Price BY: Ubaid Trust is a quiet thing. It doesn’t announce itself. It grows slowly, fed by shared moments, late conversations, and the belief that someone sees you the way you want to be seen. I didn’t realize how fragile it was until the day it broke—and took a part of me with it. When I met him, everything felt easy. He listened when others rushed to speak. He remembered small details I thought no one noticed. In a world where everyone seemed busy protecting themselves, he felt open, genuine, safe. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. I was at a point in my life where I wanted to believe in people. I wanted to believe that honesty still existed without conditions. Slowly, without even noticing, I let my guard down. I shared ideas, fears, plans—things I had kept hidden for years. Each time, he nodded with understanding, offering reassurance that felt real. Looking back, the signs were there. They always are. He asked more questions than he answered. He promised support but avoided responsibility. He praised my strengths in public but questioned my decisions in private. I noticed the discomfort, the slight unease, but I ignored it. Trust has a way of blinding you to logic. The price of my trust didn’t come all at once. It arrived in small moments—a missed promise here, a twisted story there. At first, I defended him, even to myself. I blamed stress, misunderstandings, timing. Anything but the truth. Then came the day everything changed. A project I had shared in confidence appeared elsewhere—polished, presented, and credited to someone else. My words, my ideas, my effort—no longer mine. When I confronted him, his expression didn’t show guilt. It showed irritation. As if my pain was an inconvenience. “That’s not how it happened,” he said calmly. “You’re overthinking,” he added. Those words hurt more than the betrayal itself. Being deceived was painful, but being dismissed—made to feel foolish for trusting—cut deeper. I walked away that day with more than disappointment. I carried anger, self-doubt, and a heavy question: How did I let this happen? For weeks, I replayed every conversation, every moment I ignored my instincts. I blamed myself for being naive, for believing too easily. But slowly, something shifted. I realized that trusting wasn’t my weakness—it was my courage. The mistake wasn’t believing in someone; it was believing in them after they showed me who they were. The experience changed me, but not in the way I feared. I became quieter, not weaker. More observant, not colder. I learned that trust should be earned consistently, not granted emotionally. I learned that boundaries are not walls—they are self-respect. Most importantly, I learned that betrayal reveals more about the person who commits it than the one who suffers from it. Today, I’m more careful with my trust, but I haven’t locked it away. I still believe in good people. I just believe in patience more. I watch actions longer than I listen to words. And when something feels wrong, I don’t silence that feeling anymore. The price I paid was high—but the lesson was priceless. I trusted the wrong person, and it hurt. But it also taught me something powerful: losing trust in one person should never mean losing trust in yourself. And that lesson? It’s one I’ll carry forward, wiser, stronger, and finally—awake.
By Ubaid 7 days ago in Chapters
An Observationalist
So What Am I? An Observationalist, that’s one of the ways in which I see myself, although I feel it’s a made-up word, but that is what all words are. It’s just one facet of me but can be useful and helpful to others.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 days ago in Confessions