family
Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.
Metamorphosis of a tree. To those who are feeling sad, broken, unheard, or burdened by life's many trials....đź’•đź’•đź’•
I wish I had a magic tree, which grew and blossomed into beautiful flowery letters. I would fashion them into lovely words of soothing heartfelt ministrations of individual needs. I would design and thoughtfully mold each one to suit every personal request, sending peace and joy across the sky.
By Antoni De'Leon9 months ago in Psyche
A Million Tiny Diamonds. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
There are always moments that define you as a person. We have been conditioned to never admit to weakness because, in the shame of bad judgement, the metaphorical fingernails of others can get a hold on you from the chink you've exposed by sharing your confession. You can then be prised open, your vulnerability there for all to see, to be poked and prodded mercilessly by a metaphorical stick held and being controlled by the will of another. And what would be the result of that poking? It would let the shame out, the dampener and the twister of all emotions which transforms people into ogres, which we try and subdue, putting it into the darkest corners of ourselves.
By Rachel Deeming10 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
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
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
The Metamorphosis of the Mind
The mind is a house with infinite rooms. Some are sunlit and warm, echoing with laughter and lavender breezes. Others are locked, cobwebbed, and cold. But the most dangerous are the ones we forget exist—until they open on their own.
By Qismat ullah wazir 10 months ago in Psyche









