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Fear in a Box. Top Story - January 2025.
I recently had an experience which has made me thoughtful and reflective (and all of those introspective adjectives) and I wrote about it on here. I actually dressed it up as a story, which was a little naughty of me. The reason for doing it was two-fold: I wanted it to read like fiction rather than a first person account; and the distance of the third-person created a detachment to the events that I sort of felt at the time and sort of didn't.
By Rachel Deeming12 months ago in Psyche
Do You Actually Deserve Happiness And Success?. Content Warning.
When people say that they are "Looking" for Something, you can usually follow up with some variation of the following words...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)12 months ago in Psyche
Forgiveness is Overrated
A while ago, I wrote an article about The Mother Wound, unpacking topics like generational pain and trauma recovery. You can read it here, but the point is that I got an interesting comment from a reader, saying that they're grateful we now have the resources and insights today to help daughters heal and better understand their mothers.
By Tania T12 months ago in Psyche
Going Dark
I had a conversation with a friend last night and it reminded me of a pattern of behavior from other people around me. I was letting my friend know that I may not be very responsive in the next several days because of situations that I am dealing with in my life and they responded with the understanding that I am a busy person.
By The Schizophrenic Mom12 months ago in Psyche
Have You Stopped... Really?
We live in a Non-Stop World. People are Always Pushing to Go Further and Further, Each and Every Microsecond. Go Faster. Go Bigger.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)12 months ago in Psyche
Why People Fail Us Under Pressure
Life has a way of presenting challenges that reveal the true nature of those around us. These moments, often unexpected and deeply personal, can leave us feeling isolated, questioning why people we trust seem to step away when we need them the most. The hurt that accompanies such disappointments isn’t just about the absence of support; it’s about the breaking of unspoken promises, the betrayal of shared bonds.
By Seymour Soza12 months ago in Psyche
Freedom Awaits When You Release Yesterday
Life has a way of teaching us through experience—some moments beautiful, others challenging. And yet, for so many of us, the weight of those challenging moments can linger far longer than we’d like. It’s as if our past becomes a shadow, following us wherever we go. But here’s the truth: that shadow only has power when we keep looking back at it.
By Seymour Sozaabout a year ago in Psyche
The Weight of Isolation:
Title: The Weight of Isolation: A Sociological Exploration of Struggles in the Modern Psyche Beneath the weight of a heavy, shadowed sky,
By samuel ayodejiabout a year ago in Psyche
I Want to Kill My Feelings, and You?
Sadness, anger, feeling lost, and others—emotions I wish I could kill one day. There’s no enemy more deadly than them. They burn you from the inside, leaving no evidence to incriminate them. No one even notices, and there’s no chance for anyone to save you. Who’s going to save you from your own feelings anyway? That’s just foolish.
By Raghad Nassarabout a year ago in Psyche
It was my fault of trusting own friends
This short story starts with a 15 year old boy whose name was Aryan.! When Aryan studied in 9th class. One day, Aryan was going home with his friends during school holidays, when he met a man on the road, the man called Aryan and his friends near him and asked them for something to eat. All the friends give that man some food to eat and then go to their homes.
By EduScript about a year ago in Psyche
Disgusting Creature
One exhausting night after a long day at work, I fell asleep on the MRT on my commute home. When the train stopped at the next station, I woke up to find several people staring at me strangely. Later, I learned they had called security. They thought I wasn’t asleep — but dead.
By Tania Tabout a year ago in Psyche
Mom, They Won’t Let Me in.
I was eleven when I first fell in love with church music. The choir’s voices seemed to float effortlessly, each note was a prayer that soared straight to the heavens. I admired their precision, harmony, and the way their hymns filled the cavernous space with something divine. I wanted to be part of it. Not just to sing but to belong.
By Tania Tabout a year ago in Psyche