anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
“Dating With Anxiety: A Love Story With My Mind”
Dating With Anxiety: A Love Story With My Mind --- Our first date was perfect—on paper. He picked me up right on time, wore a soft smile and a button-down shirt that smelled like cedarwood. The restaurant was small and dimly lit, my favorite kind. The conversation flowed like we’d known each other in another life. He laughed at my jokes, asked thoughtful questions, and told stories with the kind of calm that made the world feel less loud.
By ANAS AFRIDI7 months ago in Psyche
The Dimming Mind: How Convenience Culture Is Making Us Forget How to Think. AI-Generated.
We live in an age of astonishing ease. With a few taps, we summon dinner, diagnose a rash, translate a foreign text, or generate an entire business plan. Algorithms anticipate our desires before we consciously register them. The idea that technology should do the thinking for us has become not only accepted—but celebrated.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in Psyche
The Voice That Only I Could Hear
When I was eight years old, I started hearing a voice. It wasn’t scary—not like the monsters under my bed or the thunder that shook my windows at night. It was soft. Kind. A whisper that curled around my thoughts like a blanket. At first, I thought it was imaginary. Kids make things up all the time, right?
By AdilKhantkr7 months ago in Psyche
The Quiet Storm Within
Full Story: The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Lina sat curled in the corner, knees pulled close to her chest, eyes staring into empty space. To the outside world, she appeared calm, even collected. But inside her mind, a tempest raged — a quiet storm no one could see.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Psyche
The Soldier Who Forgot His Name
He didn’t remember his name. That was the first truth he had to make peace with. When he woke up beneath the crumbled wall of a nameless town, with ash in his mouth and blood drying on his fingers, there was no name echoing in his mind. Only a low humming, like distant thunder that never struck, and the heavy silence that follows a scream too loud to hear.
By Azimullah Sarwari7 months ago in Psyche
When the Mind Becomes a Maze
My mind is not a home anymore — it’s a maze of echoes I can’t escape. There was a time when thinking felt like clarity, when my thoughts flowed like quiet rivers winding through open valleys. But somewhere along the way, those rivers turned into loops — endless, echoing circles of “what if,” “why,” and “was it enough?”
By Azimullah Sarwari7 months ago in Psyche
