breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
How Losing You Saved Me
I didn’t understand it at first. Grief doesn’t arrive with clarity; it arrives like a fog—thick, disorienting, and strangely quiet. When I lost you, it felt like the world rearranged itself without my permission. Every familiar thing became unfamiliar. Every routine felt foreign. Even my own heartbeat felt like something I had to relearn.
By LUNA EDITH3 months ago in Humans
Male Depression And Emotional Affairs Often Hide In Routine
Male depression is one of the most overlooked mental health challenges, often overshadowed by assumptions about strength, stability, and silence. Nevertheless, while many men appear composed on the surface, emotional battles frequently unfold beneath the routine of everyday life. Often, emotional affairs become an escape, silently intertwined with the symptoms of depression. These two issues—male depression and emotional affairs—can become hidden patterns shaping relationships, identities, and daily behaviors.
By Bloom Boldly3 months ago in Humans
Shattered Glass
The vase cracked a long time ago. It held the flowers of my youthful wonder and the possibilities on the horizon. The view changed from the moment of impact. The solid container so sure of its ability to hold both nourishment and dream developed just the tiniest crack, a hairline fracture, from a cold shoulder, a cruel comment dismissive of the vision in my eye, the blossoming in my heart. Although young, one thing I knew was the pain. I also knew how to say no, and no more. But, the vision was still there and the budding flower wanted to open. So, I sealed the cracks still hopeful of the dream. But, they corroded, branching off to form a mosaic that was the picture of a melodrama.
By Aissa Martell3 months ago in Humans
The Path from Destruction. Top Story - November 2025.
So I'm "here," parked in Joe Pye Weed Field on a warm October night, with Kenny, Nate, and Mark, three friends I've known since childhood. We're all in our early twenties. It's 1988. There's plenty of Budweiser and cheap vodka going around.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Humans
Good Faith in a Bad-Faith World
The Collapse Of Civil Discourse Everywhere you look, conversation is breaking down. Words that once served as bridges are now weapons. People no longer speak to understand; they speak to win. To admit uncertainty is to invite ridicule. To ask a question is to be branded as weak or ignorant.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Humans
The X and the Treasure
There is a story that exists in almost every culture on earth. It is the story of a map, a mark, and a treasure buried beneath the ground. The map is dismissed as myth, the mark is ignored or defaced, and the treasure waits in silence for the one person patient enough to dig. I have come to see truth the same way.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Humans
The Restoration of Order
Civilization rises or falls upon one foundation: the moral order that governs the human heart. When truth is exalted, families thrive, justice endures, and love becomes the highest expression of unity under God. When truth is abandoned, chaos fills the vacuum. The world does not collapse from external enemies first. It collapses from within, when its people forget the sacred laws that make harmony possible.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Humans
Broken Promises:. AI-Generated.
Promises areFragile matters. they are constructed on trust, carried with the aid of hope, and sealed with perception. but whilst a promise is broken, it leaves in the back of extra than unhappiness—it leaves scars that linger lengthy after the words have diminished. that is the tale of a damaged promise, and the silence that observed.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Humans
The Cartographer . Honorable Mention in Maps of the Self Challenge.
"Just when I think I have found the way to live, life changes." - Hugh Prather You cannot live more than three decades without some confusion, at least that's what I've come to believe. When I was six a teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up and the question has never quite left me. I stood there in the play-doh and glue smelling class room, amongst miniature tables and chairs with grass in my hair and mud on my knees and told her I wanted to be a teacher... not because I had a great desire to be one, but because it seemed the polite thing to say to a teacher. Even then I wanted to please people. Maybe especially then.
By S. A. Crawford3 months ago in Humans
The Message I Received 10 Minutes After My Friend Died
My name is Mozaki, and this story begins on the day my best friend Zain died. I remember everything about that evening—the color of the sky, the smell of rain, even the quiet sound of my old ceiling fan. It was 6:42 PM, and I was sitting alone in my room, scrolling through old pictures of me and Zain. We had grown up together. Every stupid fight, every shared dream, every late-night talk—he was a part of all of it.
By Muzzakir Khan3 months ago in Humans
