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Random Acts Of Flowers
Today started off as any normal chemo day, however honestly I thought I’d be turned away since I was sick last week. Alas, my labs were super this week, so chemo proceeded as normal. On the infusion floor, there are always two elderly volunteers who are amazing. They go around each section of the infusion floor asking chemo patients if they want anything from snacks, beverages and even warn heated blankets. Around eleven they bring by a small light lunch, half sandwich, chips, a drink and a snack for later. However something different happened today, today I received flowers from them with a person from the company called Random Acts of Flowers.
By Jessie Lynn Nelson10 months ago in Psyche
Metamorphosis of a tree. To those who are feeling sad, broken, unheard, or burdened by life's many trials....💕💕💕
I wish I had a magic tree, which grew and blossomed into beautiful flowery letters. I would fashion them into lovely words of soothing heartfelt ministrations of individual needs. I would design and thoughtfully mold each one to suit every personal request, sending peace and joy across the sky.
By Antoni De'Leon10 months ago in Psyche
Life is Like Waves
I thought facing my inner demons that have haunted me since high school was a challenge. But now I realize there is just one more skeleton in the closet I needed to finally face and bury the last thing that brought me the most gut-wrenching pain I’ve ever felt. I thought high school was a challenge, but nothing came close to preparing me for what I would eventually endure in college. I originally thought after moving away to go to college in the deep south would be a fresh start for me. It was just me and only 2 other people from my high school were going to the same college, and at least I can say those two never did anything wrong to hurt me.
By Joanna Blaze10 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
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
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
When My World Paused for a Stranger - Austin Shivaji Kumar
I remember the exact platform. Dadar station. The financial and chaos capital of Mumbai. The kind of place where the air feels thick with movement, where a thousand footsteps stomp through your silence. You don’t get a second to think. Or feel.
By Austin Shivaji Kumar10 months ago in Psyche
The Forgotten Language of Touch: How Physical Contact Shapes Our Emotional Well-being
In a world dominated by screens and digital expressions, we have learned to communicate through messages, emojis, and reactions. We connect in online meetings, express love with virtual hearts, and offer condolences through comment sections. Yet, in our reliance on words and technology, we’ve drifted away from one of the oldest and most profound forms of communication—physical touch.
By Mysteries with Professor Jahani10 months ago in Psyche











