trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
My Father Wound Is the Size of a Melon
I’d bricked up the ache I had felt from my father’s lack of love or concern for me, a long time ago. I drank the pain away and morphed it into a sexy, vivacious, and fun-loving party lover. It’s true, I did lose days to heartache and hangovers, but that’s Yin and Yang, right?
By Chantal Christie Weiss2 months ago in Psyche
The Night I Understood Football
I didn’t go to the game expecting hope. It was a cold November Thursday. My brother had just lost his job. My nephew hadn’t spoken in days after a school incident. The world felt heavy, and the last thing I wanted was to watch a mismatch—our hometown team facing a dynasty that hadn’t lost in months.
By KAMRAN AHMAD2 months ago in Psyche
Society Often Teaches Us to Suppress Our Sad Feelings, Branding Them as Negative.. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
Allow yourself the time to feel, process, and let go. What a journey we’ve traveled together. You can relate to that pain that appears out of nowhere and wants to linger in our minds. Once fear moves in, it takes root—spreading doubt, loneliness, and confusion It’s that kind of pain that overtakes your mental health, gradually making a home within you. Your thoughts can create a space filled with fear, a feeling that we often cling to because it’s the one our minds use against us—leading to a fierce battle between your thoughts and your feelings. It’s a struggle no one wants to lose, yet losing yourself feels like an ever-present threat. Isn’t that a trick life plays on us?
By Johana Torres2 months ago in Psyche
PAPER THIN. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Raffaelo learned the rhythm of cruelty before she learned its intention. It arrived dressed as humor, wrapped in familiarity, passed hand to hand at family gatherings like a shared inheritance. Buffalo. A word chosen not for meaning but for sound, because it rhymed, because it landed easily, because no one had to think before saying it. Her parents said it with smiles, squeezing her cheeks, proud of how unbothered they believed she was. They never noticed how her laughter came a second too late, how she began standing at the edges of rooms as if apologizing for occupying them.
By Designed by Romaisa2 months ago in Psyche
PAPER THIN. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Raffaelo learned the rhythm of cruelty before she learned its intention. It arrived dressed as humor, wrapped in familiarity, passed hand to hand at family gatherings like a shared inheritance. Buffalo. A word chosen not for meaning but for sound, because it rhymed, because it landed easily, because no one had to think before saying it. Her parents said it with smiles, squeezing her cheeks, proud of how unbothered they believed she was. They never noticed how her laughter came a second too late, how she began standing at the edges of rooms as if apologizing for occupying them.
By Designed by Romaisa2 months ago in Psyche
Consent in Photos
Some images rattle around your body. You catch it for a second. A fraction of a breath. And in that moment you know that it will stay with you forever. I just saw an image like that. It's an image I didn't agree to see. And I'll bet my life that the man in it didn't agree for it to be taken either.
By Kirstyn Brook2 months ago in Psyche
I Let AI Help Run My Love Life in 2025 — And It Got a Little Too Honest
If you’ve been single in 2025, you already know: the dating apps are starting to feel less like apps and more like ecosystems. Profiles are written by AI, photos are filtered by AI, and now, if you want, your whole “compatibility journey” can be guided by an algorithm that claims to understand you better than you understand yourself.��
By The Insight Ledger 2 months ago in Psyche
I Tried Living Like It Was 2010 Again — And It Quietly Broke Me
Nostalgia is sneaky. It doesn’t just show you the past; it edits it for you. It cuts out the awkward silences, the cheap shampoo, the bad phone cameras, and leaves you with sunsets, inside jokes, and a version of yourself who always seemed a little lighter.
By The Insight Ledger 2 months ago in Psyche
In This Dimly Lit Room Full of Emptiness
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead. ― Charles Bukowski Nights are hard sometimes when my kids aren’t here. It’s not a loneliness, especially in the sense that I want someone here. Or want someone period. It’s a tiredness. I’m tired. Mentally and emotionally. Existentially.
By Jeff Barton2 months ago in Psyche
