family
Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.
The Silence Between Us
By Nadeem Shah It had been 472 days since we last spoke. Not that I was counting—at least, not anymore. In the beginning, I counted everything. The days since the argument. The hours since I thought about calling. The number of messages I typed and never sent. The seconds I stood outside your door that one night… and turned away.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Psyche
Once A Child . Content Warning.
From the moment we open our eyes—crying in a cold, sterile hospital— the conditions of love begin to blossom. Living and growing in our mother’s bellies only holds a safe place for nearly a year before we were quite literally ejected into chaos we didn’t ask for. From that point on there are conditions to the amount of love and respect we receive. From birth when we are “good babies” in the nursery, the nurses praise us for our cooperation, whereas fussy babies, while still looked at as precious cute creations, are deemed more difficult. Though this example is rather vague and lacks depth into the true meaning of conditional love, it is a pivotal reminder of how we enter and leave this world. Alone.
By The Darkest Sunrise7 months ago in Psyche
Asylum Warehousing: Again?
The recent discourse surrounding "mental health disabilities" and their societal ramifications carries a chilling echo of a past many hoped had been left behind: the era of asylum warehousing. While framed as a solution to complex social issues, policies that empower the state to institutionalize individuals deemed in need, even those already housed, threaten to unravel decades of progress in mental healthcare and civil liberties. This approach risks re-establishing a system where individual autonomy is sacrificed for perceived public order, potentially leading to widespread human rights abuses and the erosion of fundamental freedoms.
By Sai Marie Johnson7 months ago in Psyche
Surrounded Yet Invisible: The Loneliest I’ve Ever Been Wasn't When I Was Alone
I used to think loneliness only looked like empty rooms and unanswered texts. I thought it meant quiet Friday nights, vacant seats across the dinner table, or crying into your pillow at 2 a.m. because no one thought to check on you.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Psyche
The Loneliness of Always Being Online
The Loneliness of Always Being Online There’s a moment—quiet, imperceptible—when the blue light of your screen becomes the only light in the room. It could be 2:00 AM, or 4:00 in the afternoon; the clock loses meaning when you're always connected. The feed scrolls endlessly, a stream of opinions, selfies, celebrations, rage, and humor. You like, you comment, you share, but your fingers feel cold, and your chest feels a little hollow. You are surrounded by people, yet deeply, stubbornly alone.
By Huzaifa Dzine7 months ago in Psyche
Under the Gaze: The Psychology of Social Pressure
Introduction To be human is to live in relation to others. From birth to adulthood, our thoughts, emotions, and behaviors are continuously shaped by the people and norms around us. While this interconnectedness is fundamental to development, belonging, and social survival, it also carries an invisible weight: the pressure to conform, to meet expectations, and to perform according to standards often beyond our control. This phenomenon, known as social pressure, is not just a matter of peer influence or societal rules—it is a psychological force that deeply impacts our identity formation, decision-making, and emotional well-being.
By Siria De Simone7 months ago in Psyche
Crawling Back To You
More times than I can count, I've sat wondering who I truly was beneath all of the shame. I wondered if I was brilliant or if I was truly destined to remain in this child-like state of confusion. Walking the world wondering my purpose as I hide in the shadows of who I knew I wasn't, yet who I'd always been. I'd been dripping in a victimhood so carefully built by those around me who claimed that their love for me meant more than what society views love and friendship as today. I spent so much time in the comfort of being the victim that I hadn't paid any attention to the fact that while these people were building this victimhood, I was handing them the nails and hammer.
By The Darkest Sunrise7 months ago in Psyche
Psychological Fear
Introduction: The Silent Puppeteer of Our Minds Fear is more than just a reaction to danger—it’s an invisible scriptwriter dictating our choices, relationships, and even our potential. Unlike instinctive fear (like jumping away from a snake), psychological fear is subtler, more insidious. It’s the voice that whispers:
By its_ishfaq_ahmad7 months ago in Psyche
Always Connected,Still Alone:The Silent Epidemic of Digital Loneliness. AI-Generated.
They liked your post. They commented with a heart. They even shared your story. But when was the last time someone actually asked how you were doing—and stayed to hear the real answer?
By Nowshad Ahmad7 months ago in Psyche
