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Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.

Am I an Empath or the Opposite? A Brain Dissection in Real Time. Content Warning.
Intellect is something that I indeed lack. And so I feel utterly ashamed. It's like a destructive nature that binds me tightly with my idiocy. It is shameful and I find it exhausting. Not like in a subtle way but from deep within. From the very depths of my core . It is shameful, uncouth, and it, without any doubt completely showcases my involuntary degeneration. I sometimes feel desperate, in need of attention, of attachment, of touch, of guilt, of binding, of love, of torture, of whatever I feel like right now.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Psyche
Reflective/Emotional Story
By Nadeem Shah Dear younger me, You don’t know this yet, but one day you’ll look back and ache for a boy you didn’t protect—yourself.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Psyche
I’m the One Who Never Falls Apart—Until I Did
By Nadeem Shah I’ve always been “the strong one.” You know the type—the person who listens at 2 a.m. when someone needs to vent, who holds space for tears that aren’t their own, who never seems to crack no matter how heavy the storm gets. That was me.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Psyche
The Silence Between Us
By Nadeem Shah It had been 472 days since we last spoke. Not that I was counting—at least, not anymore. In the beginning, I counted everything. The days since the argument. The hours since I thought about calling. The number of messages I typed and never sent. The seconds I stood outside your door that one night… and turned away.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Psyche
Ask Why. Show How. Tell Do.
It started with a single conversation—one that left me both humbled and inspired. I was giving instructions to a junior colleague at work, explaining how to handle a client presentation. I spoke quickly, gave her a checklist, and moved on. Hours later, she approached me with a hesitant look and said:
By Hamza Habib6 months ago in Psyche
Special interest
When I was thinking what could be my special interest 10-15 years ago, the answer seemed obvious - psychology, cosmology, consciousness, neurotransmitters. However, when I was finally on my way to getting diagnosed, I wasn’t so sure anymore. I feel that it’s not that intense, not that deep. I don’t even read on those topics that often anymore. It doesn’t feel like a special interest. Do I really have any special interest?
By ChackoVerse6 months ago in Psyche
Why Are We Obsessed with Labubu? It’s Not Cuteness — It’s the Permission to Be Weird
Recently, Labubu has taken over the internet. Every time I scroll through social media or short videos, I see this little monster with sharp teeth and a mischievous grin. Its expression seems to say, “This is me — deal with it.” I have to admit, I’m tempted to place one quietly on my desk, letting it keep me company on long nights of reading and writing.
By Cher Che6 months ago in Psyche
Anemonia: The Nostalgia for Time Never Lived
Introduction There are moments when a person gazes at an old painting, walks through the halls of a historic building, or listens to the crackling melody of a bygone era, and is suddenly overwhelmed by a strange, unplaceable feeling. It is not merely admiration or aesthetic appreciation, but something far deeper and more intimate. It is as if their soul remembers something their body never lived. This emotion—complex, bittersweet, and haunting—does not fit neatly into existing psychological categories. It is not nostalgia in the traditional sense, since it does not concern a lived past. Nor is it simple romanticism or escapism. This phenomenon, increasingly discussed in contemporary psycho-aesthetic theory and cultural psychology, is beginning to take shape under a new conceptual name: anemonia.
By Siria De Simone6 months ago in Psyche
Exploring Moodiness in Vincent Van Gogh's Sunflowers
Vincent Van Gogh was a Dutch painter who found fame a century after his death caused by a self-inflicted gunshot wound. He led a troubled life as a struggling artist who suffered from mental health issues and spent some time in an asylum after an altercation with fellow artist, Paul Gauguin, which resulted in his ear being mutilated. He was prone to mood swings, outbursts and often isolated himself from others as outlined by his letter to his brother, Theo. His artworks were not appreciated in his time and he only managed to sell one painting before his death. His paintings now hang in world renowned museums such as the Metropolitan Museum of Art and his works have sold for millions of dollars.
By Aashna Woodin6 months ago in Psyche
Title: Whispers in a Locked Room . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The first time I almost told you I loved you, I blinked instead. One slow, deliberate blink—just long enough to hide a war behind my eyelids.
By muhammad shah6 months ago in Psyche
The Complex Role of Dopamine in Our Lives: Understanding the Science Behind Pleasure and Motivation
*The Complex Role of Dopamine in Our Lives: Understanding the Science Behind Pleasure and Motivation* Dopamine is a neurotransmitter that plays a crucial role in our brain's reward and pleasure centers. It is often referred to as the "feel-good" hormone, and for good reason. Dopamine is released in response to pleasurable activities, such as eating, exercise, or social interactions, and it helps to motivate us to repeat those behaviors. However, when dopamine is released in excess or in response to artificial stimuli, such as social media or pornography, it can have negative consequences for our mental and physical health.
By Ikram Ullah6 months ago in Psyche
Whiskers in the Wind: The Story of a Poor Rabbit with a Brave Heart
In the quiet outskirts of a vast forest, far from the blooming meadows and the cozy burrows of well-fed rabbits, lived a little rabbit named Miso. He wasn’t like the others. His fur was thin, his ears drooped not just from exhaustion, but from years of surviving on scraps. Miso didn’t have a family, nor a warm nest lined with leaves. His home was a shallow hole beneath a crooked, dying tree near the creek—a place forgotten by the forest and its inhabitants.
By Ghani6 months ago in Psyche