panic attacks
Sudden periods of intense fear. But remember, you're not alone.
Chapter XVII: The Sovereign of Shadows
The wind shrieked, calling me through the hollow arches of my empire, and shared the whispers of those from which I had long departed. They did not capitulate, they did not bend the knee—those stubborn flames in their unyielding commitment who were steadfast in grisly devotion to my cause even while I drifted into infinite nothingness. I stand now before the stripped down bones of my empire, their magnificence reduced to chambers of resonating echo and thrones of dust. *Why have I returned?* The question coils in my heart like the serpent of eternal regret. Perhaps it is the burden of promises I once scarred into the flesh of memory now bleeding through the cracks of time. Or perhaps it is the truth that solitude, even from this frayed kingdom, is a reprieve from the honeyed mumble of humankind. Humanity—how shameless a pantomime! They murmur constantly of virtues they loathe, and in the very next breath, dive into the sins of their own disdain. Their laugh, a knife—that roasts, and their kindness, a mask stuck to rotten flesh. I have tasted their "compassion," a goblet of vinegar, and spit it back into oblivion. They are the architects of their own suffering, bringing offerings of opinions about the innocence of gutting like lambs to a slaughterhouse. Weakness masquerades as strength in their world—a monstrous breeding from the bones of gentle chitterers.
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout a year ago in Psyche
The Mirror Within
Some nights, the walls forget their shape. I sit at my desk, fingers hovering above the keys, while the room folds like a crumpled sheet of paper. Outside, the goats scream—though I’ve lived here long enough to know it’s just their language, coarse and unashamed. Inside, the frogs from the lake chant an offbeat rhythm, croaking my name backwards.
By Stéphane Lalléeabout a year ago in Psyche
Change is a Part of Life
In the Sonapur village, the old mango tree was casting a shadow as the sun set. The slender dirt road where Rohan used to play was bathed in golden light. Now, years later, he was returning after a long time, a stranger to the place he once called home.
By Niranjon Chandra Royabout a year ago in Psyche
The Mental Spiral. AI-Generated.
First off, let me welcome you to my writing. I want to say that it’s incredibly brave of you to openly reflect on your emotional challenges. So many people face similar struggles, and having that kind of self-awareness is the first step toward healing and growth. The intense feelings of shame and guilt you experience after these emotional spirals are more common than we realize. It’s hard not to be hard on ourselves, especially when we feel like we should have been able to manage things better.
By Lisa Marieabout a year ago in Psyche
Eldritch. Content Warning.
My best friend is a murderer. “Out of love,” he says—though I hardly believe him. He seems far too eager to lift the universe and crush me beneath its unbearable weight. To bring death to my soul over and over again. An unfathomable kind of death that disorients the senses. A quick slope to losing oneself—until you’re regurgitated by your own perceptions.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Psyche
"LOST IN UNDERSTANDING IN TIME". Top Story - March 2025. Content Warning.
I created this video song story to talk a little about mental health and what happens when one divorces a narcissist. I thought I would create this out of memory of a friend I knew who was hurt deeply by her ex-husband. This situation occurs in many relationships. The older lady friend of mine reflects about her over 30 years ago. She is sad, but therapy and time she begins to heal from her pain that she hid from people for many years.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Psyche
