depression
It is not just a matter of feeling sad; discover an honest view of the mental, emotional and physical toll of clinical depression.
The Day I Realized I Was Enough—And Everything Changed. AI-Generated.
It didn’t happen on a mountaintop. It wasn’t during a big speech or a breakthrough therapy session. The day I realized I was enough happened in the middle of a Tuesday. In sweatpants. On my unmade bed. Surrounded by clutter, unpaid bills, and a sense of deep inner fatigue.
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Psyche
How I Found Beauty in the Mundane When Life Felt Empty. AI-Generated.
There was a season in my life when everything felt hollow. Nothing was wrong, exactly. There was no heartbreak, no loss, no major upheaval. But still—my days felt gray. Repetitive. Emotionally flat. It was like I was living in the pause between sentences, in the blank space of my own story.
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Psyche
Things I Wish I Told My Parents—But Couldn’t at the Time. AI-Generated.
There are things I never said growing up—not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t know how. Because I was afraid. Because the words felt too big, or I felt too small. Because our hearts beat with love, but not always with understanding.
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Psyche
Can Hobbies Improve Mental Health?
Everyone has hobbies. Even adults do. Hobbies are those little things that we enjoy doing outside of our work life and our other priorities in life. It is simply just us and the hobby that we love, and escaping into that little world just for a little bit every day. It helps us feel like we have an outlet to express our feelings and emotions, but we are also having fun doing it.
By Slgtlyscatt3red10 months ago in Psyche
Where Silence Lives
The kettle whistled, a shrill cry breaking the hush of the morning. Emma turned it off quickly, letting the silence settle back in. The apartment, dimly lit by soft gray light through the kitchen window, felt too quiet — the kind of quiet that didn’t bring peace, only pressure.
By Nauman Khan10 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
