addiction
The realities of addition; the truth about living under, above and beyond the influence of drugs and alcohol.
She Grew Anyway - part 2
Before starting...... Missed Part 1? Click Here So Now Priscilla was one year old left all alone. Her grandmother came forward to take care of her. After her mother's death, her grandfather stopped drinking alcohol, and by that time he almost wasted all his wealth on drinking alcohol and gambling. Both grandparents loved her very much as they saw their daughter in her. When she was nine years old, they celebrated her birthday in very grand manner. Priscilla did not know how her mother look like and she did not have any memory of her. In those days photos also were very uncommon, so she really knew nothing about her mother. She considered her grandparents were her own parents. She was enjoying life happily ignoring her past. She thought she was really blessed having that life.
By ann prasanna gogireddy10 months ago in Psyche
She Grew Anyway - part 1
This story started in 1985 in a village in India where suicides were common in those days. Young men and women, facing challenges and difficulties in life used to die by consuming pesticides which are used to protect fields from pests. This story also shows how untreated generational trauma affects lives of children in those families for decades together and even to till date. This is the story of a girl baby who lost her mother to suicide when she was only a year old and left by her dad. The story of survival, rejection, resilience and a divine protection. The girl's name is Priscilla and her mother's name is Shushan
By ann prasanna gogireddy10 months ago in Psyche
"I Don’t Want to Die. I Just Don’t Want to Keep Waking Up Like This."
It’s not death I’m chasing. It’s silence. A break. A pause in the unbearable hum of existence that starts the second I open my eyes. It’s not that I hate life. It’s that I’m exhausted from surviving it. I wake up already tired, like I’ve lived a full day in my dreams — a nightmare marathon I don’t remember running. My body wakes up before I do, and by the time my mind catches up, I already wish it hadn’t.
By Noman Khan 10 months ago in Psyche
Breaking Free: My Journey Beyond Chronic Illness
Years of chronic illness were my constant companion. Beyond just diagnosis, chronic illness became more of a shadow that followed me around; whispering limitations, doubts and despair. Instead of just giving up jobs or plans; I had to give up who I once was as well. Today however, wellness is no longer just a dream but an established reality in my life.
By Robert Brown10 months ago in Psyche
The Skincare Controversy: TikToker Sparks Debate After Not Washing Her Face for 7 Weeks
In the world of social media, where trends rise and fall like the tide, one TikToker has found herself at the center of a viral storm—not for makeup tutorials or skincare hacks, but for completely abandoning them. A 22-year-old content creator has gained massive attention after documenting her decision to not wash her face for 7 weeks, a personal skincare experiment that has sparked both fascination and outrage online.
By DigitalAddi10 months ago in Psyche
Focus Isn't About Trying Harder: It's About Friction
In the age of constant notifications, open tabs, background noise, and infinite scrolling, we've come to believe that focus is a matter of willpower. If we just tried a little harder, eliminated laziness, and summoned more discipline, we could finally sit down and get things done. But what if this assumption is wrong?
By Nikesh Lagun10 months ago in Psyche
Dopamine Nation – Living in a Culture That Rewards Overstimulation
Dopamine Nation – Living in a Culture That Rewards Overstimulation In today’s fast-paced digital world, it’s easy to feel like you’re constantly chasing something—more likes, more notifications, more excitement. But have you ever wondered why it's so hard to put your phone down or why silence feels uncomfortable? The answer lies in one powerful chemical: dopamine.
By shoaib khan10 months ago in Psyche
I’m Not Okay — I Just Look Like I Am
I’m done. No formal goodbye. No soft sendoff. No thank-you-for-your-service. This isn’t a break. It’s a breakup. You don’t get to keep holding the pen that writes my story. I’m reclaiming it — ink-stained fingers, messy margins, and all.
By Noman Khan 10 months ago in Psyche
