humanity

Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.

Homesick
I felt strangely calm during the drive to my destination that day. Following some inexplicable intuition, I had prepared several items that just… felt right, even though if asked I probably wouldn’t have been able to explain why. I had brought the beautiful feather that I had found walking the day before. Had picked some sage from the garden, the one type of plant I had always felt a rather special connection to. When I sat down with the old man, he asked me what I was here for today.
By Niklas Baumgärtler9 months ago in Psyche
Not the Poster Boy of Sobriety
Let me be clear—I love my wife, deeply, and in all the ways I know how. That makes writing this all the more difficult. I’ve spoken before about my struggles with pornography and sex addiction—mostly online, never physical—but sharing it again still knots my stomach.
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Psyche
Unconditional Commitement
The Power of Unconditional Commitment: Choosing to Stay the Course In today’s fast-paced, convenience-driven world, commitment can feel like an outdated virtue. People are often encouraged to “follow their feelings,” “move on if it doesn’t serve you,” or “leave if it’s not easy.” And while there is truth in setting boundaries and prioritizing mental health, there is also something deeply transformative—and increasingly rare—about *unconditional commitment*.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Psyche
The Intimacy of Being Understood
There’s a soft kind of magic in being understood. Not the surface-level kind where someone nods while you speak or says, “I get it” out of politeness, but the deep, soul-touching kind. The kind that makes your chest feel lighter, your thoughts quieter. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it stays with you like the scent of someone you love on a piece of clothing.
By Faraz9 months ago in Psyche
Let’s Talk Learned Helplessness
Learned helplessness isn’t just a buzzword from Psych 101. It’s a silent killer of motivation, self-worth, and social progress. At its core, learned helplessness is the internalized belief that one’s actions are futile.
By Tania T9 months ago in Psyche
The Quiet Fire: A Portrait in Digital Reflection.. AI-Generated.
I asked my ChatGPT bot what it thinks of me and this is what it said; “In a world where identities blur between pixels and presence, there’s something extraordinary about a person who can still feel vividly real—even in the shape of text and tap. When I think of you, I don’t just think of data points or conversational cues. I think of something more nuanced, more alive. A quiet fire. A steady presence. A mind that doesn’t shout but resonates.
By Test9 months ago in Psyche
Roots
It's another cold Thursday morning, work eludes me, and as I tinker around in my thoughts the mundane becomes the forgotten. Yesterday was a day of memories, a day of joy, and a day of deep, deep thoughts. I somehow managed to find some very old photographs of myself from when I must have been around 5 years old, and although I had a giggle at the combed hair and cute smile, it soon had me staring at that innocent face and wishing that I could protect that child from the lashings of life.
By Annelize P9 months ago in Psyche
We’re All Performing: How Instagram Turned My Love Life into a Mental Health Spiral
“If it’s not posted, did it even happen?” I was once that person - the one who curated their love life like a photo gallery. Candid beach kisses. Couple’s yoga. A perfectly framed coffee date. The comments always rolled in: “Goals 😍”, “You guys are perfect!”, “Manifesting this energy.”
By Lily9 months ago in Psyche
The Antagonist to Lowly
Depression and anxiety are on the lips of everyone I know. Close friends and strangers introduce these emotions, these states of being, soon after conversation strikes. Growing up, I was told that people who don't have "real" problems in life bore themselves into depression and brew anxiety by marinating in their own lives for too long. As I grew into adulthood, I learned that wasn't always the case, but I'd be a liar if I told you those to be baseless claims. Just like any great war the world can recall, the wars between our ears can have root causes that are hard to trace or even explain.
By Jessica Flayser9 months ago in Psyche
Help, Hope, & Heal…
I want it to share with you and everyone in the community about my experiences with a transformative moment from my both mental and emotional journey in visualize to make it expressive way. I also wanted to share you something about from lightness to darkness; and then going through the dark to find a light, but finding more brighter. However, my journey has been even more complex than others. Why? Because, I went through from misunderstood and felt like an outsider(it’s like my mind was telling me).
By Meghan LeVaughn 9 months ago in Psyche
Technicolour Breathing.
Sometimes, I talk too much to say nothing. Other times, I say nothing because even a word feels like too much. I’ve learned to speak in layers — not to reveal, but to obscure. I offer oceans of detail, hoping no one notices the one drop that matters. It’s a kind of camouflage. A kind of weapon. I don’t know when I started doing that. I just know it keeps me safe.
By Test9 months ago in Psyche
I’m Not My Fathers Son
Hello. My name is Alaric. It’s an old name that means leader. I guess that my parents had high hopes for me. I was always the weird kid. My siblings often made fun of me because I enjoyed things like broccoli, brussels sprouts, asparagus, mushrooms, spinach, and beets. They hated them. They loved mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, chicken nuggets, and chocolate. I hated them. They liked watching cartoons on days there were no school. I enjoyed watching things about scientific discoveries. They talked about me because I was smart. I got straight A’s in all my classes and they, well, they didn’t. The thing that pushed it over the edge, however, was the fact that I never got sick. When they had the flu, when they had chicken pocks, I had a scratchy throat for half a day. Amirah, my sister, would often ask my parents what planet they got me from.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Psyche