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.
Mourning a Father Who Rejected Me Even in His Death
I find I can feel rejection in so many different scenarios — with friends or family members. I don’t mean to; it’s just an underlying sheet of my core. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t sit there and stew in it and sit cross-legged like a child. I take the time to talk myself through it and reknit the scene. I know where it’s born from. It always comes from my dad.
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Psyche
Weight of Unspoken Things
Have you ever swallowed your truth so many times that silence begins to feel safer than honesty? What's your why? For a long time, expressing myself felt like stepping into dangerous territory. Territory guarded by expectations, traditions, and unspoken rules I never agreed to but still inherited.
By MB | Stories & Moreabout a month ago in Psyche
The Town That Forgot to Dream. AI-Generated.
Riverbank, population 387, had exactly one traffic light, two churches, and zero reasons for anyone under thirty to stay. Grace Holloway knew this because she'd watched ninety-two percent of her high school graduating class leave and never return. The ambitious ones went to college and found careers in cities with actual opportunities. The realistic ones took jobs in nearby towns with functioning economies. The unlucky ones stayed in Riverbank, working at the gas station or the diner, watching their dreams shrink to fit the town's limitations.
By The 9x Fawdiabout a month ago in Psyche
Leave Your Past Behind
Once upon a time, there was a bird in the forest. This bird was very kind and beautiful. But for a while, it started doing something strange. Every day, whatever it saw, heard or felt, good or bad, it would write down on small stones. Then it would store them in a small bag and fly away. Whether the memory was happy or sad, the bird believed that every moment was worth remembering. It became a habit and even found pleasure in it. It believed that beautiful memories should be preserved forever because such moments may never come back. Even bad experiences were meant to teach it something, so they should be written down too. First of all, it was pleasant for the bird. Every day he would write his experiences on the stones and fill the bag. But as time passed, this habit became stronger. The bag was filled with new stones every day. As a result, it became difficult for the bird to fly. Still, he still believed that all these memories would come in handy one day. That little bag became a treasure for his life. But as time passed, the bag became heavier. The more stones he put in, the heavier it became and it gradually began to affect the bird's wings. Now he could no longer fly as fast or high as before. One day on the way, the bird met a wise old owl. "Little bird," the owl asked, "why did you carry this bag?" The bird smiled and replied, "This bag contains everything in my life, all its joys and sorrows, every lesson from my past." The owl bowed its head and said, "So are you alive in the present? Or are you flying with the weight of yesterday's memories?" The bird did not understand. It flew away. But this time, the flight felt heavier and more painful. Weeks passed. Now the bag was full. The bird could barely lift it off the ground. Its wings ached. It had no strength left. Still, it dragged the bag with it as it walked. One rainy day, as the bird tried to move forward, it slipped. The weight of the stones crushed its fragile body. It lay still, buried under the memories that it once considered the key to its survival. But now those memories had destroyed it. When the rain stopped, some birds flew away. But the little bird had already flown away. Before long, the owl arrived. It looked at the silent bird with sadness in its eyes and whispered, "Memories are there to guide us, not to burden us." This short story teaches us a powerful lesson. Good or bad, memories should be left in the past. We should learn to let go and move on. We should not keep everything with us. We often do that. We collect every little memory, good or bad. But if we carry the burden of the past every day, eventually we will get tired inside. We fail to enjoy the present and cannot move forward into the future. Like birds, many people cling to the pain or even the joys of the past for too long. But life is all about letting go. We cannot get back what we have lost. But we can make our day beautiful. So let go of the past, good or bad, and learn to live in the present. Because we cannot change tomorrow, but we can shape today. Try new experiences, do something new, and create something meaningful in our life. Forgive, forget, move on, feel something new, take new steps, and be at peace.
By Abdur Rahman2 months ago in Psyche
The Month Everyone Gets Wrong About Suicide
The public conversation around suicide repeats a mistake every year. As soon as December hits, social media fills with somber graphics, dramatic pleas, and emotional declarations insisting that the holidays are the most dangerous time for suicidal behavior. The message is well-intended, but it is wrong. The data has been stable for decades.
By Dr. Mozelle Martin | Ink Profiler2 months ago in Psyche
Anxiety... Autism... or both?. Content Warning.
I've been having a lot of meltdowns and shutdowns in this past year. It's been almost 9 months since I was diagnosed with autism. It was an expensive diagnosis that has honestly been more problematic than helpful (but hopefully that will change soon).
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 months ago in Psyche
The Loud Minority and the Manufactured Narrative
When President Trump appeared at the Washington Commanders versus Detroit Lions game, the media wasted no time turning it into a national spectacle. Headlines shouted that America had booed its own president, declaring it proof that the country was ashamed of its leader. Clips of jeering crowds were shared endlessly, accompanied by commentary claiming that even America’s favorite sport had rejected him.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast2 months ago in Psyche
