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Feeling Pain? Here’s a Gentle Rajnigandha Hug
Good morning, and welcome to this special moment of reflection and calm. Today, I want to share a personal story—one that taught me a new perspective on pain, patience, and healing. Whether you are enduring physical discomfort or emotional sorrow, I hope this story brings a little comfort to your heart and a small spark of light.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Psyche
Echoes in the Void: Finding Connection in a Disconnected World
There are moments in life when silence feels heavier than words. You sit in a room filled with noise—buzzing notifications, endless scrolling feeds, voices from a screen—but inside, there is only stillness. It is the kind of silence that does not soothe but suffocates.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah4 months ago in Psyche
Compassion for Who
Orson worked as a contract coder for multiple medical software companies. Freelancing let him make his own hours, live where he wanted, and be his own boss. He avoided petty office politics and usually made more than the 9-5ers. The downside was there were no benefits. Medical and life insurance, along with retirement plans, were his responsibility. It seemed a fair trade for his freedom.
By Mark Gagnon4 months ago in Psyche
My first and last letter to my mom
There comes a moment in life when the words we have kept inside for years demand to be spoken. For me, that moment came in the form of a letter — my first and last letter to my mom. I never imagined I would write it, and yet, here I was, pouring every emotion onto paper that would never reach her hands.
By Muhammad suliman 4 months ago in Psyche
The Echo of Silence
The Echo of Silence Evelyn sat in the dimly lit room, her hands resting on the oak desk where old letters lay scattered. The silence of the house pressed against her like a suffocating blanket. She had always feared silence, not because it was empty, but because it was never truly empty. For Evelyn, silence had a voice.
By Article Master 4 months ago in Psyche
I Asked 100 Strangers What They Regret Most. The Answer Will Surprise You.
Last month, standing in line at Starbucks, I overheard this old guy telling a friend: “My biggest regret is not marrying the wrong person. That’s obviously embarrassing Who it’s not asking out is the right one.”
By Neli Ivanova4 months ago in Psyche
A Message to The Villain: Flood the world with light. Content Warning.
I wish I could put the world into a snow globe. Water and glycerin so I could make it all happen ploddingly. All the evil so I could rub it away, it’ll be my genie. I would wish for the thought of killing to turn into legends, myths and tales. Events would pause in words, and would only go on when you turn the page.
By Caitlin Charlton4 months ago in Psyche
it’s okay to disappear
Ghosting everyone because you’re lost inside yourself—and why that doesn’t make you a bad friend. There are seasons in life when you suddenly find yourself slipping away from everyone. Not out of spite, not because you stopped caring, but simply because you don’t know what’s happening inside you anymore.
By Zakir Ullah4 months ago in Psyche
The Sound of My Name in Other People’s Mouths
The Sound of My Name in Other People’s Mouths by [Numan writes] There’s a way my mother says my name that folds time. It carries the softness of early mornings and warm milk, the scent of jasmine from her shawl, and the quiet weight of lullabies hummed rather than sung. In her mouth, my name is a prayer—gentle, deliberate, each syllable laced with a kind of trembling care, like she’s still afraid to break me.
By Numan writes4 months ago in Psyche
Behind the Smile: The Hidden Faces of Suicide
Every 40 seconds, somewhere in the world, a life is lost to suicide. By the end of the year, that adds up to nearly 800,000 people. For every life taken, there are countless others who attempt it—some estimates say over 20 million attempts each year. These are not just numbers; they represent mothers and brothers, best friends and neighbors. They represent stories cut short, futures never lived, and ripples of grief that travel through families and communities.
By Annie Edwards 4 months ago in Psyche
