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Rest isn’t a reward. It’s not some shiny gold star you earn after burning yourself to the ground. Rest is rebellion. And if you’re an overthinker—constantly running mental marathons in...

Anxiety doesn’t text you first. It just shows up—loud, messy, and uninvited. One minute you’re fine, the next your chest is tight, your brain is running like it just inhaled...

We’ve all met them. The ones who show up like a fireworks finale—bright, loud, impossible to ignore. They flood your phone with good mornings, spin dreams about forever, make you...

Let’s get real—talking about suicide makes people squirm. It’s the conversation everyone avoids until it’s too late. We slap on hashtags like #suicideprevention every September, share a few awareness posts,...

We live in a world where people post highlight reels, fake smiles, and “I’m fine” masks on repeat. And honestly? It’s exhausting. Suicide prevention isn’t just about spotting the big,...

We’ve been sold this picture of the “glow-up.” It’s flawless skin, perfect angles, and a life so filtered it looks like an ad campaign. But here’s the thing nobody puts...

There are things I’ve swallowed for years—words that got stuck in my throat, heavy feelings that never made it out because I was too afraid, too tired, or too ashamed...

ome days, “healing” feels like a scam. Everyone says it’s a straight road forward, a glow-up after pain, a peaceful sunrise after the storm. But here’s the truth: sometimes I’m...

Money and anxiety go together like overdraft fees and regret — one always seems to trigger the other. And yet, nobody really talks about it. We talk about budgeting stress like...

You ever notice how people talk about anxiety like it’s just some “mental thing”? Like it’s just thoughts running laps in your brain? Cute idea, but no. Anxiety doesn’t politely...

I’ve been biting my tongue so hard it should’ve left scars by now. Holding back, swallowing every thought, every insult, every scream that wants to come spilling out when I...

Let’s be honest—toxic love is greedy love. It takes, it drains, it demands. And when you finally look around, you’re left holding the scraps, wondering how you ever thought crumbs...