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The Truth About Social Media Addiction No One Wants to Admit
Social media was never supposed to feel like this. It was meant to connect us. Entertain us. Keep us informed. Instead, for many people, it has become something else entirely.
By Zeenat Chauhanabout a month ago in Psyche
The Static Hum
The air on the platform tasted like old rust and forgotten rain. Elias pulled the collar of his threadbare coat tighter, the fabric scratching at his neck. His duffel, one measly bag, felt lighter than the hollow ache in his chest, an ache that had burrowed deep and set up shop weeks ago. He watched the train pull in, a long, dark serpent of ancient steel, its breath a sigh of steam that dissipated quickly into the cold, a fleeting ghost in the fading light. This was it. The last one. The one to wherever.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Psyche
Connected, Yet Alone: The Hidden Side of Holiday Loneliness
December arrives with sparkle, celebration, and constant reminders of togetherness. Christmas dinners, holiday parties, New Year’s countdowns, everywhere you look, connection is on display.
By Socialodeabout a month ago in Psyche
Unrecognized Minds, Unspoken Lives
I am tired of being unrecognized—not for what I do, but for who I am. Tired of watching friendships thin out, of rooms growing quieter, of learning that losing people doesn’t always make noise. Sometimes it happens slowly, politely, until one day you realize you are alone.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Psyche
The Last Line Out
The rain came down in sheets, a cold, miserable curtain drawing across the grimy windows of the station. Arthur stood on the platform, the collar of his tweed jacket pulled high, tasting metal and damp in the air. His satchel, heavy with its meager contents, dug into his shoulder. The digital clock above the deserted ticket booth flickered, 01:17. Late. Always late. The track ahead disappeared into the sodden dark, a black ribbon stretching toward… he didn't even know. That was the point. No destination on the ticket, just a one-way fare to anywhere but here.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Psyche
Frankenstein Journal . Content Warning.
Father, Father why did you create me just long enough for you to abandon Me. I thought I was enough, but not for you to deconstruct me again, but in an emotional painful way. Father, why wasn't I enough? Why did you torment me into believing I was a monster and not human? You convinced me that I was a mistake. And not intelligent enough for you. And I hated you every fiber and vein in my body that you sewn together with your hands because I know you all too well. Father, you're so good at piecing things together that you couldn't even piece together the bond between us. You didn't want to nurture that side, that bond of what could have been. I despise you. Why couldn't you be patient with me, teach me everything you know, but instead reject me as soon as I couldn't meet your standards? I found life away from you. But the lingering of your trauma still bears my heart. Because it's hard to escape you. I had vivid dreams, some good but mostly bad. And I can't shake you; maybe, deep down, I can't, because that would mean I would admit I still haven't forgiven you. It's been many years, Father. I moved physically to many different places around the world, hiding in the shadows and slowly taking in the wonders. That I've been reading about in the books I've acquired, and my mind soars in these places, which are just as beautiful as they are in the books. And it breaks my heart that I can't show my face in public. The humans are just as afraid of the legend of me as I am of you, Father. I wish I could change their perspective of me. If I show myself and they don't accept me, my heart could get broken again, Father. Why was I born like this, Father? I had a mother, and her name was Elizabeth, and I loved her dearly. I could have and would have given her the world. But she was taken by the same rage that locks my heart in an abyss. But the anger in my heart grew like the trees in the forests, for her, passing only grew with more Intensity. I wanted to hurt you in ways that only you could be hurt. But I watched as you slowly passed away, father, and how you wanted my forgiveness and how I forgave you. But I truly never forget because my heart and mind still linger on those emotions, and how, in order to let go of those emotions, I had to fully let go of you father. You gave me life, but you also took my life in a way. I had to rediscover the passions of life by venturing into the unknown. I had to fully embrace what was out there, so I become the true version of myself. I long to tell you what's in my heart, but I was too afraid and angry. But I tell you, as the time and years pass, I truly forgive you. Now I just have to forgive myself for the anger and failing to protect my friend and mother, but truly, I let go of the hatred I had for you father. Because neither of us aren't monster anymore because we are what we are, and we have found peace
By Semajheabout a month ago in Psyche
How Your Behavior Shapes How People Treat You—and Why Your Life Path Follows You
Whitman Drake Abstract Ideas about “positive thinking” are often rejected because they are framed as motivational platitudes rather than analytically grounded claims. This article advances a different argument. Drawing on pragmatist philosophy, social psychology, expectancy theory, and sociology, it contends that stable cognitive orientations regulate behavior, behavior structures reciprocal social response, and repeated social responses accumulate into recognizable life trajectories. From this perspective, individuals do not primarily design a path and then follow it. Instead, paths emerge through interactional processes that reward, constrain, and reinforce consistent ways of thinking and acting. The article situates positive cognitive orientation not as wishful thinking, but as a mechanism that shapes conduct, reputation, and opportunity over time.
By Whitman Drakeabout a month ago in Psyche
Mirrored Emotions: Decoding the Anxieties of Our Time
Emotions are no longer private islands but externalizations of our collective unconscious, quietly tracing the contours of our era’s psyche.
By Cher Cheabout a month ago in Psyche
Watch Out Wednesdays (12/17/25)
During the holiday season, here are some things that we all need to watch out for on this Watch Out Wednesday! Wow! 1. Beware of the flu season. This is the time that we are normally around family more than usual, but this flu season is more than aggressive this season. The new flu strain this year is called subclade K that affects adults over twice as much more than children. This strain is shown to be more resistant than the ones from last winter. Social distance comes to mind, especially with who is currently the US Health and Human Services Secretary.
By Adrian Holmanabout a month ago in Psyche
The Weight of Quiet
John tossed again, the sheets tangled around his legs like a net. Two-thirty. The digital glow of the alarm clock burned a hole in the stale air of the bedroom. Sarah was a still lump beside him, her breathing shallow, even. He knew she was probably faking sleep, just like he was faking a future where everything was fine. He knew because a week ago, he’d been the lump, pretending the world outside his eyelids didn’t exist, didn’t contain the cold, hard lump of wrongness that had settled in his gut.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Psyche
The Hidden Cost of Being Alone:
Whitman Drake, LMHC Abstract Social isolation has become an ordinary feature of modern life. Living alone, working remotely, and maintaining relationships primarily through digital platforms are now widely accepted, and often encouraged, as markers of independence and efficiency. Yet a growing body of research suggests that chronic isolation and persistent loneliness carry serious consequences that extend far beyond individual discomfort. This paper argues that prolonged aloneness functions as a chronic stressor that undermines psychological well-being, accelerates physical illness, and weakens social cohesion. Drawing on psychological theory, epidemiological studies, and sociological research, the paper situates loneliness as a structural and public health issue rather than a personal shortcoming.
By Whitman Drakeabout a month ago in Psyche
Soul Loss Is Not a Metaphor
There's a particular kind of emptiness that doesn't respond to the usual fixes. Not quite sadness. Not quite grief. Something missing. Something that used to be there and isn't anymore.
By Chakarunaabout a month ago in Psyche