anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
Unspoken Goodbyes: The People I Still Carry With Me. AI-Generated.
Not every goodbye comes with closure. Some happen in the middle of a conversation. Some after a slow drifting apart. And some—well, some are never said at all. Just sudden silences where voices used to be, laughter that lives only in memory.
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Psyche
My Ghosts Beneath the Oleander tree. Part 1
Chapter 1 Memories are strange visitors, you may suppress them for years. Then a word, a thought, the reading of a story or just a fleeting glance, evokes an impression, or resurfaces a recollection of shadowed echoes once hidden deep within your subconscious.
By Antoni De'Leon10 months ago in Psyche
The Moment the World Didn't End. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
It happened at 2:17 a.m. That’s when I realized the world wasn’t going to end—no matter how much I wanted it to. He had just left. Not in a cinematic, door-slamming, sobbing-through-the-hallway kind of way. No, it was worse than that. He left in silence. Quiet as a whisper. Quiet as death. Just a fading warmth where he’d once sat on my bed and told me, “I’ll never leave unless you ask me to.”
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Psyche
Echoes in the Labyrinth
My shift began at exactly 3:07 AM—the kind of hour when everything is too quiet, too raw—and a thunderclap cracked straight through my chest like it knew where to hit. The storm outside wasn't just weather. It was the moment the thin skin between who I pretend to be and who I actually am tore open. I was awake… or maybe still tangled in the last threads of a dream I didn’t want to admit was mine. The world looked warped, like someone had spilled water over a painting and let the colors run wild. Messy, haunting... but weirdly beautiful.
By Rukka Nova10 months ago in Psyche
When My World Paused for a Stranger - Austin Shivaji Kumar
I remember the exact platform. Dadar station. The financial and chaos capital of Mumbai. The kind of place where the air feels thick with movement, where a thousand footsteps stomp through your silence. You don’t get a second to think. Or feel.
By Austin Shivaji Kumar10 months ago in Psyche
"When Nice People Are Dangerous: The Soft Violence of the Well-Meaning". Content Warning.
I used to think the worst harm came from people who were loud about their hate. The red-faced screamers, the slur-throwers, the ones who burned flags and broke windows. The ones whose violence made the news.
By Noman Khan 10 months ago in Psyche
8 Science-Backed Ways to Reduce Anxiety Naturally
Introduction Anxiety is something most of us face at some point, but when it lingers, it can seriously impact our daily life, relationships, and health. While medication works for many, it's not the only solution. In fact, there are natural, science-backed methods that can significantly help reduce anxiety and promote long-term mental well-being.
By Fahad Khan10 months ago in Psyche
The Forgotten Language of Touch: How Physical Contact Shapes Our Emotional Well-being
In a world dominated by screens and digital expressions, we have learned to communicate through messages, emojis, and reactions. We connect in online meetings, express love with virtual hearts, and offer condolences through comment sections. Yet, in our reliance on words and technology, we’ve drifted away from one of the oldest and most profound forms of communication—physical touch.
By Mysteries with Professor Jahani10 months ago in Psyche
The Invisible Weight: Living with the Emotional Baggage We Don’t Talk About
The Backpack No One Sees When my friend Julia died suddenly in a car accident, her husband, Mark, showed up to her funeral wearing a crisp suit and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He shook hands, accepted casseroles, and thanked everyone for their support. Two years later, at a dinner party, he casually mentioned he still sets a place for her at the table. The room fell silent. No one knew what to say—not because they didn’t care, but because grief, like so much of our emotional baggage, lives in the shadows.
By Mysteries with Professor Jahani10 months ago in Psyche
