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.
12 Small Changes for a Big Impact on Your Confidence
A Quiet Turning Point Last winter, I found myself in a dimly lit members-only lounge tucked behind a nondescript door in Mayfair. The kind of place where conversation hums low, the air smells faintly of aged leather and single malt, and the crowd seems to move with the ease of people who’ve long stopped worrying about being noticed because they know they will be.
By Prince Esien6 months ago in Psyche
The Voice Inside That Needed to Be Heard
For as long as I can remember, I was the quiet one. Not shy in the way that made me invisible, but quiet in the way that made people think I was just “easygoing” or “content to go with the flow.” I nodded along when others spoke, laughed at jokes I didn’t find funny, and said “it’s fine” even when it wasn’t.
By Habib king6 months ago in Psyche
The Masterful Lie We Tell Ourselves That Prevents Us From Reaching Our Potential. Top Story - August 2025.
As Humans, We are Incredibly Good at Lying to Ourselves. When you look at the Psychophysiology of it, you'll discover that it is a Fascinating Magic Trick that We Play on Our Brain.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)6 months ago in Psyche
5 Daily Promises I Keep to Myself No Matter What
For most of my life, I made promises to everyone but myself. I’d bend over backwards to show up for others—deadlines, dinner plans, helping hands. But when it came to the quiet commitments I made to me, they always came last.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Psyche
I’m the One Who Never Falls Apart—Until I Did
By Nadeem Shah I’ve always been “the strong one.” You know the type—the person who listens at 2 a.m. when someone needs to vent, who holds space for tears that aren’t their own, who never seems to crack no matter how heavy the storm gets. That was me.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Psyche
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
