humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
I Was a Victim of Fake Happiness — But Now I Know What Joy Means. Content Warning.
by Asadullah Azimi For most of my adult life, I wore a smile that didn’t belong to me. People around me saw what I wanted them to see — someone calm, positive, always collected. “You’re such a happy person,” they’d say. “You’re so strong.” And I would nod, smile wider, and play along. But behind closed doors, in the quiet moments, I was a stranger to myself. That smile — the one that looked so genuine — had become a mask I couldn't remove.
By Asadullah Azimi 7 months ago in Psyche
The Silent Struggle
You’d never know by looking at her. She smiled in every group photo. She showed up to work early, responded to texts with emojis, and never missed a birthday. Her Instagram stories were full of sunsets, coffee mugs, and carefully filtered “I’m fine” moments.
By Hazrat Bilal7 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
The Weight of Unspoken Goodbyes
Have you ever felt a sharp, persistent ache in your chest, a grief that lingers long after a significant ending, simply because there was no real goodbye? No final words, no last hug, no clear closure. It's a particularly insidious kind of pain, an invisible wound that many carry in silence. The world around us, with its well-meaning advice, often urges us to "move on," to "get over it," as if grief has a neat finish line. But what if there's no finish line because the race never truly began, no clear farewell to mark the end? This article is about my journey through that unique, silent grief – the profound loss without closure – and how I learned to navigate a world that demanded I move on, even when I couldn't.
By Reality Broo7 months ago in Psyche
You can't draw water from a rock
“It is quite clear that between love and understanding there is a very close link...He who loves understands, and he who understands loves. One who feels understood feels loved, and one who feels loved feels sure of being understood.” - Paul Tournier
By Feral La Femme7 months ago in Psyche
The Beauty in your Details
Paintings are magical things really and though I have always loved art, I have developed a really deep and rich connection to it in the last few years, so I decided to use a close up photo of the oil paint strokes on a painting my late mom did for me some years ago to symbolically illustrate the point that - sometimes, you need to look a little closer to appreciate the beauty, and value of who and what it is that sits in right front of you, so that you are less likely to judge it.
By Feral La Femme7 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
