recovery
Your illness does not define you. It's your resolve to recover that does.
She Grew Anyway - part 2
Before starting...... Missed Part 1? Click Here So Now Priscilla was one year old left all alone. Her grandmother came forward to take care of her. After her mother's death, her grandfather stopped drinking alcohol, and by that time he almost wasted all his wealth on drinking alcohol and gambling. Both grandparents loved her very much as they saw their daughter in her. When she was nine years old, they celebrated her birthday in very grand manner. Priscilla did not know how her mother look like and she did not have any memory of her. In those days photos also were very uncommon, so she really knew nothing about her mother. She considered her grandparents were her own parents. She was enjoying life happily ignoring her past. She thought she was really blessed having that life.
By ann prasanna gogireddy7 months ago in Psyche
She Grew Anyway - part 1
This story started in 1985 in a village in India where suicides were common in those days. Young men and women, facing challenges and difficulties in life used to die by consuming pesticides which are used to protect fields from pests. This story also shows how untreated generational trauma affects lives of children in those families for decades together and even to till date. This is the story of a girl baby who lost her mother to suicide when she was only a year old and left by her dad. The story of survival, rejection, resilience and a divine protection. The girl's name is Priscilla and her mother's name is Shushan
By ann prasanna gogireddy7 months ago in Psyche
What Pain Really Does to Us
Pain is a universal experience. We all go through it in one form or another. Whether it's emotional heartbreak, physical injury, or the quiet ache of loneliness, pain is something none of us can escape. But here's the twist — pain isn't always the enemy. In fact, in many ways, it's our greatest teacher.
By F. M. Rayaan7 months ago in Psyche
Born At 28. Content Warning.
Never in my life had I imagined a day where I could wake up, stretching my arms to the sky as the goose bumps danced along my skin....without that feeling. That deep rooted anguish that floods in after that painfully short second of nothingness. That second when you wake up and for a moment you are unaware of the pain. A second of mercy before reality sets in, overpowered by that pit in your stomach and that growing hole in your chest.
By The Darkest Sunrise7 months ago in Psyche
