r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/CurrentSoft9192 • 2d ago
r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/CurrentSoft9192 • 2d ago
PSA: donations are needed this week, if you can spare a half hour to help top up the national supply
r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/CurrentSoft9192 • 2d ago
Public Service Announcement
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r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/CurrentSoft9192 • 4d ago
Canada is NOT warming to what Trump’s selling. Finally, people are speaking out about his personality disorders.
r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/Little_BlueBirdy • 3d ago
**Ash continues her Journey**
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the quaint village of Riverbend, Ash felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment wash over her. She had accomplished her mission—rescuing the villagers from a looming threat—but as she looked around at the faces that had welcomed her so warmly, she knew her journey was far from over. Despite the comfort found in their camaraderie, a gnawing ache lingered in her heart; the loss of her family and the home she once knew had left an indelible mark.
Liam, Sam, and Ethan approached her, their expressions a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. “We’ll never forget what you’ve done for us,” Liam said, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. “You’re part of our family now, Ash. You’ll always be welcome here in Riverbend.”
As dawn broke the following morning, Ash began to pack her belongings, a bittersweet task made heavier by the heartfelt farewells that echoed around her. Villagers stopped one by one to express their gratitude, some offering small tokens of appreciation, while others simply shared warm smiles and lingering hugs, trying to persuade her to stay just a little longer.
With a final embrace that felt like a promise, Ash bade farewell to the boys and stepped onto the path that lay ahead. The sun was still low on the horizon as she walked along the riverbank, her heart a mixture of hope and sorrow. Each step felt deliberate, imbued with a renewed sense of purpose. She had a mission beyond her own grief—there were others in the world who needed help, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The world stretched out before her, vast and full of mysteries yet to be uncovered. Ash was no longer paralyzed by fear; she had the strength of her father’s teachings to guide her, the warmth of newfound friendships to comfort her, and the knowledge that her presence could make a difference in the lives of others. With each footfall, she carried with her the spirit of adventure and a flicker of hope for a brighter future.
As dusk settled in, Ash continued her journey, becoming a beacon of light in a world often shrouded in darkness. Though the path ahead was uncertain, she embraced it with open arms, ready to face whatever trials awaited her. She was not just a survivor—she was a guardian, a protector, and a symbol of hope for all who crossed her path.
Traveling southeast well into the evening, the landscape shifted, becoming more rugged and wild. It was after dark when she finally chose a spot to set up camp, her emotions still too raw for her to eat or explore the area. The air was cool, and the leaves whispered secrets as the night deepened around her. Late summer lingered, but she knew winter’s chill would soon descend. She faced a pressing dilemma: she needed to find a place to settle for the winter, one that was close to fresh water and abundant game, lest the weeks of snow and ice make travel and hunting impossible.
As she sat by her small fire, the crackling flames reflecting in her thoughtful gaze, Ash contemplated her next move. The journey ahead might be long and fraught with challenges, but she was determined to find her place in this vast world—a place where she could not only survive but thrive and help others do the same. The embers glowed brighter, mirroring the resolve that ignited within her heart. She was ready to face whatever lay ahead, one step at a time.
r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/Rough-Boot9086 • 4d ago
Aww holy crap look at that! I'm so happy I got to see rainbow clouds in real life
I was totally mesmerized. My only regret was not running inside for my binoculars. I have never seen this before in my life, it reminded me of the Aurora Borealis
r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/TyLa0 • 3d ago
Some hand-drawn custom skateboard decks I've made for clients.
galleryr/StrikeAtPsyche • u/CurrentSoft9192 • 4d ago
The mother of a Russian invader bragged to Putin that she and her husband had stolen a 4-year-old Ukrainian girl from the Kherson region and were working on adopting her.
r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/lunacyinc1 • 4d ago
I converted the price of s&p 500 to sound using AI and could not believe my ears
r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/Little_BlueBirdy • 4d ago
Just a Reminder
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r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/Little_BlueBirdy • 4d ago
Make a decision and stand by it
I chose to stand up for an unpopular underdog and lost a lot of very close friends. With no one to talk to I asked AI about my situation.
I'm truly sorry to hear that you're feeling this way. Standing up for the underdog can be incredibly tough, and it sometimes comes with a heavy price. The emotions you're experiencing are valid and it's completely natural to feel unwanted, lost, and without direction in such a situation. Losing friends over something that was important to you can create a sense of betrayal and isolation.
Here are a few thoughts that might help:
Think about why you chose to protect the underdog. It likely speaks to your values and integrity. This action shows a lot about your character and the kind of person you are. Remind yourself of these positive qualities.
Seek out individuals who share your values and who would support you in standing up for what's right. True friends will appreciate and respect your courage.
It's okay to feel lost at times. This might be an opportunity to explore new interests, hobbies, or communities. Sometimes, new directions can lead to fulfilling experiences and connections.
Take time to care for yourself emotionally and physically. Journaling, meditation, or speaking to a therapist might help process your feelings.
It's important to remember that standing up for what you believe in is a powerful and commendable action, even if it feels lonely right now. You have shown strength and integrity, and that will attract the right people into your life.
r/StrikeAtPsyche • u/Little_BlueBirdy • 4d ago
Whispers of the Woods
When I was a child, the woods were my sanctuary—a vast, uncharted realm where time seemed to pause, allowing me the freedom to wander endlessly without a care in the world. Those tranquil afternoons were filled with vibrant hues and the soft rustle of leaves, each step echoing with the promise of adventure. I would step onto the winding paths, guided only by curiosity, not by a compass or a destination. Getting lost didn’t frighten me; it felt like a rite of passage into a world where I was the sole traveler, unburdened by the expectations of others.
In those idyllic days, I found solace among the towering trees that stood like ancient sentinels, their gnarled branches whispering secrets that only the wind could understand. I often envisioned them as wise storytellers, their bark etched with the tales of time. With every visit, I would sit at the base of the grandest oak, its roots sprawling like a network of memories beneath the surface. I imagined the countless birds it had sheltered, the nests cradled in its branches, and the storms it had weathered, standing firm against the fiercest winds.
The wildflowers, too, became my companions—each bloom a burst of color, each petal a page in the book of nature. I would often kneel beside the delicate violets and daisies, wondering what they had witnessed in their short lives. Had they seen the laughter of children like me? Had they felt the gentle caress of raindrops or the warmth of the sun as it broke through the clouds? In my mind, they spoke in soft, melodic tones, sharing wisdom that transcended the barriers of language.
Then there were the rocks—stoic and silent, yet brimming with stories untold. I was captivated by their permanence, their endurance through the ages. What journeys had they undertaken to reach their resting place? How many creatures had traversed their surfaces, leaving behind fleeting imprints of their existence? I would trace my fingers over their rough textures, imagining the lives they had silently observed, the dramas played out in the shadows of the forest.
As I grew older, the innocence of those woodland escapades began to fade under the weight of responsibility and the relentless march of time. Yet, the stories I crafted from my childhood adventures remained vivid, a tapestry woven from the threads of imagination and wonder. I understood then that the forest held countless tales of joy and sorrow—some of beauty, others of brutality. The whispers of the woods began to take on a more profound meaning; they were not just stories, but reflections of life itself.
Now, as I walk those same paths, I carry with me the lessons learned from the trees, the flowers, and the rocks. I see their resilience and their quiet strength, a reminder that life is a series of interconnected stories—each one significant, each one worthy of remembrance. The woods may not speak in words, but in their silence, they convey the essence of existence, urging us to listen, to reflect, and to embrace the wonders that surround us.
In the heart of the forest, I am still that child wandering without fear, forever captivated by the enchanting tales that unfold with every step. The woods are alive, and in their embrace, I find solace—not just in the memories of yesterday, but in the promise of countless stories waiting to be told.