Category: My Mind
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A reflection on surviving the gap between asking for help and receiving it, while life keeps demanding that you carry on through it, anyway.
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A personal reflection on constant suicidal thoughts, emotional numbness, and anxiety when there is no plan, urgency, or visible crisis.
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A reflection on emotional numbness, low motivation, and the quiet kind of mental health struggle that feels more empty than sad.
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Time doesn’t rewrite who we are, it reveals it. Through loss, change, and quiet recalibration, perspective shifts from certainty to clarity, and life becomes less about milestones and more about alignment.
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My first computer wasn’t powerful or impressive, but it was mine. A Tiny PC became my entry point into curiosity, learning by doing, and a lifelong fascination with technology that never really faded.
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Healing didn’t come from time passing. It came from working through chaos in my own way. Writing grounded me, reflection clarified the truth, and ChatGPT acted as a mirror when my mind felt too overwhelmed to steady itself.
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We like to think we’re tolerant, but we rarely are. Blaming migrants, benefit claimants, and minorities is easier than facing the systems and people truly responsible for the mess we’re in. While we argue sideways, they keep laughing anyway.
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As I’ve grown older and more aware, my relationship with online communication has shifted toward intentional anonymity. I share less publicly, not out of fear, but out of clarity—choosing boundaries over visibility, presence over performance, and expression without exposure.
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Integration didn’t come with a breakthrough. It arrived quietly, in the moments when I realised I could remember without hurting, reflect without spiralling, and look at the past without being dragged back into it. I wasn’t rewriting the story anymore…
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The poem explores the struggle of finding hope in a bleak world, where well-meaning reassurances feel insubstantial. It highlights the difficulty of facing one’s emotions and the nuanced experience of being neither fully healed nor lost, but instead existing in…
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We’re taught that family relationships are sacred, that blood outranks behaviour, and that walking away is a moral failure. I don’t believe that anymore. Estrangement wasn’t my first choice; it was my last. It came after forgiveness, restraint, and repeated…
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Breakups, especially involving infidelity, can create barriers to new relationships, leading to feelings of inadequacy and distrust. When a partner attempts to redefine your past, it exposes their flaws rather than diminishing your worth. True healing requires recognizing your value…
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I’ve found it important to keep my eyes on the future, while still giving the past the space it deserves. I try to learn from my mistakes without getting stuck in them, because that’s where the real growth happens. Every…
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The grief changed long before I noticed it. It stopped dragging me backwards and instead became something I could simply acknowledge — a quiet sadness for what was once real, without any desire to return to it. This was the…
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Healing after an abusive relationship isn’t about acceptance or insight. It’s about remembering who you were before, reclaiming the parts of yourself they tried to erase, and living outward again—not for them, not to spite them, but in spite of…
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Healing didn’t arrive with a breakthrough — it appeared in small, ordinary moments. A clearer mind. A lighter day. A laugh that didn’t feel forced. I wasn’t becoming a new person; I was rediscovering the one I’d lost along the…
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I stopped responding, not out of anger, but out of understanding. Every interaction pulled me back into the same confusion, the same pain, the same version of myself I no longer recognised. Setting boundaries wasn’t about shutting her out —…
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As the panic faded, clarity took its place. Little by little, the things I’d excused or ignored revealed themselves as patterns, not one-offs. It wasn’t about blaming her or absolving myself — it was about finally seeing the relationship as…
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The days after the break-up weren’t calm or reflective. They were chaotic. My emotions pulled me in every direction at once, and nothing matched up — what I felt, what I knew, and what I wanted all existed in separate…
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The end didn’t arrive slowly or gently. It wasn’t one of those break-ups you can feel coming. It hit like a shift in the ground beneath my feet — sudden, disorientating, and impossible to make sense of. I didn’t know…
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