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Me And My Anxiety
There are a lot of people living in my town who are very kind-hearted and supportive towards people who suffer from mental health conditions.
By Carol Ann Townend9 months ago in Psyche
Am I worthy
My grade twelve literature teacher’s words washed over me like a wet mop on vomit. “You were supposed to write a personal essay about yourself, an open honest review, why didn’t you do this?”
By JBaz9 months ago in Humans
The Illusory American Dream
She sits in a room without the weight of others A mother - lost in thought about the life she’s found before her For her - its construction’s a mystery or destiny or maybe
By Kevin Newton9 months ago in Poets
A Good Haircut
Ruthie used a paper fan with a picture of blue-eyed Jesus while the air conditioner audibly struggled. She’d brought her daughter to Connie’s salon for a trim. Connie cleared her afternoon, knowing it would take hours. First to dye, set, and style the look that Ruthie had maintained for twenty years. Then to comb the girl’s knotted clumps of auburn hair.
By Leslie Writes9 months ago in Fiction
This House I Built: Part Two
"FINDING HOME" Sunlight spilling across my skin, a warm hush; the world pulling me in. A clean swept sky, breathless and wide –
By Kaneene Pineda9 months ago in Poets
Ink and Clouds
He saw it in her eyes. The heartbreak. The past. The artist knew he’d ink whatever she asked. He didn't expect her to let him make a choice.
By Steph Marie9 months ago in Poets
When Love Becomes Labor: How to Survive Being a Caregiver for Someone You Love
Let me tell you a secret no one prepares you for: Being a caregiver to someone you love is both an act of pure devotion—and a quiet form of grief.
By Angela David9 months ago in Humans
Petals in the Wind
A Love That Bloomed Against the Seasons The Field and the Garden In the corner of a vast and ancient meadow where wild things ran untamed, the red poppy bloomed. Her name was *Seraphine*, born of sunlight and storm, her petals a fierce blaze against the golden grasses. The wind carried her scent like a battle cry, and bees sang drunken hymns around her crown.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Journal
.:R.I.S.E:.. Runner-Up in Tattoo This Line Challenge.
I used to paint the dawn and think that I was made of vivid pigment, like the daybreak's ardent spirit— cyan, violet,
By Gina C.9 months ago in Poets
Searching for Love
The more I have to lose… the more I worry. I suppose I’ve always been this way. Of course no one wants to get hurt, loss things that matter or feel let down. But lately I have been really contemplating how bad my rejection sensitivity can be. To the point where I have made up things in my head that have to match my reality for me to realistically ever make a great connection. And as I start to wonder about taking chances in life and really focusing on things I want and how to get there…. Well… the sensitivity comes back in grand force.
By Lane Burns9 months ago in Writers
Dear Dandy Dingy
Dear Beat-Up Dandy Dingy, The holes you've left in my heart has brought on more water than the hole that rock punctured in you.
By Oneg In The Arctic9 months ago in Poets
Timeline
Sparse neural coding offers this Each neuron connected in small clusters Limitless possibilities of patterns Combine into memories and knowledge
By Aspen Marie 9 months ago in Poets
Part 2: Realising I Might Be on the Spectrum.
Earlier this week, I consulted with a professional regarding the possibility of an autism assessment. The response was thoughtful and informative, setting clear expectations about the long waiting times associated with the process. While a private assessment is an option, it comes with a significant cost, and there is no guarantee it will be accepted by all institutions. The professional also took care to inform me of the potential delays so I could make an informed decision.
By Test9 months ago in Psyche
You Are Not A Burden
It does not matter what you were told, The trauma transcended on you from earlier generations. Whether you are disabled, different, of any sexuality,
By Sid Aaron Hirji9 months ago in Poets
The Last Train to Tanjong Merah
Even the dead must commute. 🚉🚃🚃🚃🚃🌧️🚉🚃🚃🚃🚃🌧️🚉🚃🚃🚃🚃🌧️🚉🚃🚃🚃🚃🌧️🚉🚃🚃🚃🚃🌧️ Mist rose off Tanjong Merah’s tracks. The depot bore the odour of dust and rain. Under its flickering lights was a girl—always wet, always waiting.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin9 months ago in Fiction
Choosing to Be that Which We Become
In 2020, I had two essays published, and spent that year of tumultuous political upheaval working on a much longer third work which was relevant to unfolding events.
By C. Rommial Butler9 months ago in Writers
Protect The Dolls
On April 16, 2025, the UK Supreme Court ruled that the "legal definition" of a woman is based on biological sex. Despite stating that transgender people are protected from discrimination under UK law, the Supreme Court continues to put forward laws that directly impact their safety. Equality Act 2010 " seeks to give statutory protection to people who are at risk of suffering from unlawful discrimination". It defines woman as:
By Antiquity Anecdotes9 months ago in Pride
Dear Little Bird
Dear Little Bird, I can hardly speak of your beauty: your thick fisty body and firm upward tail. You have been a gorgeous sight to behold since the first time I saw you.
By Amos Glade9 months ago in Poets
UniversityGPT: In Defence of Gen-Z
Disclaimer: Same rules apply: if you're reading this, please keep the conversation civil and do not insult the character of myself or anyone else. If you disagree with anything I see, I would love to read your take on the topic in a comment or your own article. If you are not being civil or you are spamming the comments section for interaction then you will be reported to moderators.
By Annie Kapur9 months ago in Geeks
Villainous, Infamous. Content Warning.
APRIL 2025 The moonless sky is littered with stars. They reflect upon the surface of the sea, illuminating the calm waters. Boats and ships sit silently at the docks, unoccupied. No sails can be seen on the dark horizon, the sea at peace on the surface.
By Luna Jordan9 months ago in Chapters