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Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.

The Sewing Box
The box had been there for years — untouched, unspoken, and always in the same corner of Nana’s old attic. Covered in lace that had long since yellowed, it waited like a quiet witness. When Nana passed away that winter, I returned home after seven years to settle her affairs — not entirely ready for what I would find.
By Arshad khan9 months ago in Psyche
"The Day I Disappeared Without Dying"
There was no obituary. No ambulance. No eulogy. And yet, I ceased to exist. At least, to the people who once claimed to love me.
By Hamad Haider9 months ago in Psyche
How I Learned to Be at Peace with Unfinished Healing
I used to think healing meant getting to a finish line. That one day, I would wake up and all the hurt would be gone. That I'd feel nothing but lightness, clarity, and confidence. That I'd know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I was "healed."
By Irfan Ali9 months ago in Psyche
Trusting My Intuition in Uncertain Times
We’re taught to trust logic. To follow the facts. To look for proof before making a move. And in a world that craves certainty, intuition often gets dismissed as unreliable or naive. But during one of the most uncertain seasons of my life, when nothing seemed clear and every plan had unraveled, it was intuition—not logic—that quietly led me home.
By Irfan Ali9 months ago in Psyche
Why I Stopped “Doing It for the Gram”
At some point, without fully realizing it, my life became content. Sunsets weren’t just beautiful—they were photo ops. Coffee wasn’t just comforting—it was an aesthetic. Even my moments of peace had to be curated to fit a certain mood. I wasn’t just living—I was performing. All for one silent, ever-watching audience: Instagram.
By Irfan Ali9 months ago in Psyche
Finding Stillness in Movement
For a long time, I thought stillness could only be found in silence. That peace required slowing down, sitting still, closing my eyes, and detaching from the world around me. I believed calmness belonged to quiet places, and motion only stirred chaos.
By Irfan Ali9 months ago in Psyche
Becoming Comfortable with Not Knowing What’s Next
We’ve been conditioned to crave certainty. From the moment we’re old enough to dream, we’re asked: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” The question never stops. What’s your plan after graduation? Where do you see yourself in five years? What’s your next move?
By Irfan Ali9 months ago in Psyche
Rebuilding After Burnout: Brick by Brick
Burnout doesn’t announce its arrival with a dramatic crash. It creeps in like a slow leak—unseen, unnoticed, until suddenly, you’re empty. Exhausted in a way that no amount of sleep can fix. Detached from things you used to love. Hollowed out by the endless pressure to perform, to produce, to keep it all together.
By Irfan Ali9 months ago in Psyche
When Meditation Made Me More Anxious
I thought meditation was supposed to save me. I had read about its magic everywhere—from wellness blogs to scientific journals. Inner peace, reduced stress, clarity, self-awareness. It sounded like the answer to all my internal chaos. So I lit a candle, closed my eyes, and tried to breathe deeply.
By Irfan Ali9 months ago in Psyche
The Quiet Magic of Choosing Peace Over Proving
There comes a moment in life when you get tired. Not just physically tired—but soul-tired. Tired of defending your choices.
By Irfan Ali9 months ago in Psyche
Why You Sabotage Good Things When You’re Used to Chaos
Let’s talk about something most people don’t say out loud: Sometimes, when life finally starts to feel calm... When someone treats you gently… When everything feels *too good* to be true…
By SHADOW-WRITES9 months ago in Psyche
Scrolls of Insanity
The Man Behind the Madness — Who Am I to Write This? I ask myself this question often. Not with humility, but with a bitter tone of self-awareness that borders on theatrical guilt. I am not a doctor. I am not a priest. I am not a philosopher — at least not one with credentials. I am a teacher of English, a failed computer scientist, a man who once believed, with holy trembling and unshakable conviction, that he was Al Mahdi Almontadar — the awaited savior of mankind.
By Reda Rimi9 months ago in Psyche