stigma
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Climb On Down. Content Warning.
~ Let's begin the tour from the soft space between our closed eyes, the place one may see colourful spots, auras of timeless reflection, a shade between our restful state and consciousness. Just lie there. Here is where you are truly alone, the emptiness we are left with, a place Freud referred to as our Id. No one truly knows us and our highest self often ignores this quiet spot altogether. Truth is not always pretty and so easy to hide from. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 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
I Was the Strong One Until It Broke Me
Introduction People often admire the strong one in the room—the person who always has answers, who never seems shaken, who offers comfort when everyone else is falling apart. I was that person. I wore strength like armor, smiling when I was tired, listening when I needed to be heard, giving when I had nothing left.
By Nadeem Shah 4 months ago in Psyche
I Was the Strong One Until It Broke Me
For as long as I can remember, people have seen me as “the strong one.” The dependable friend. The sibling who always listens. The co-worker who steps up when things fall apart. I carried that title like a badge of honor, proud that others trusted me, proud that I could be the one who held everyone together.
By Nadeem Shah 4 months ago in Psyche
Chains of the Brothel: Part 7 Silent Walls
The Prison Disguised as a Home The place where Anita now lived was not a home. It was a forgotten prison pretending to be a sanctuary. The villagers called it the Old House, but its name was a cruel lie. It wasn’t a shelter for the elderly or a place of care. It was where society abandoned those it no longer wished to see—the “incurable,” the “dangerous,” the “inconvenient.”
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Psyche
