recovery
Your illness does not define you. It's your resolve to recover that does.
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
The Things I Had to Unlearn to Finally Feel Free. AI-Generated.
Freedom isn't always found in gaining new things. Sometimes, it's hidden in what we release—ideas we were taught, roles we didn’t choose, beliefs that never fit. For the longest time, I thought I had to learn more, achieve more, be more. But what I really needed was to unlearn.
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Psyche
Dear Me: I’m Proud of You Even on the Days You Can’t Be. AI-Generated.
There are days when your reflection feels like a stranger. Days when getting out of bed feels like an Olympic feat. When you go through the motions, smile when you’re supposed to, nod through conversations, and hold it all in so tightly you forget what it’s like to exhale.
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Psyche
The Silent Seasons of My Life: When I Disappeared to Find Myself. AI-Generated.
Not all disappearances are tragic. Some are sacred. Chosen. Quiet rebellions against noise, burnout, and a world that demands constant presence. I’ve lived through many seasons—but the ones that shaped me the most were the ones no one saw. The ones where I slipped away from the spotlight, from people, from everything I once thought defined me.
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Psyche
The Moment the World Didn't End. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
It happened at 2:17 a.m. That’s when I realized the world wasn’t going to end—no matter how much I wanted it to. He had just left. Not in a cinematic, door-slamming, sobbing-through-the-hallway kind of way. No, it was worse than that. He left in silence. Quiet as a whisper. Quiet as death. Just a fading warmth where he’d once sat on my bed and told me, “I’ll never leave unless you ask me to.”
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Psyche
Echoes in the Labyrinth
My shift began at exactly 3:07 AM—the kind of hour when everything is too quiet, too raw—and a thunderclap cracked straight through my chest like it knew where to hit. The storm outside wasn't just weather. It was the moment the thin skin between who I pretend to be and who I actually am tore open. I was awake… or maybe still tangled in the last threads of a dream I didn’t want to admit was mine. The world looked warped, like someone had spilled water over a painting and let the colors run wild. Messy, haunting... but weirdly beautiful.
By Rukka Nova10 months ago in Psyche
