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The Power of Denial: Why We Refuse to Face Unpleasant Truths
Title: The Power of Denial: Why We Refuse to Face Unpleasant Truths Introduction Denial is a defense mechanism that most of us have employed at some point in our lives. It's a psychological coping mechanism that allows us to shield ourselves from uncomfortable or distressing truths. While denial can serve as a temporary escape from harsh realities, it can also be a double-edged sword. In this article, we'll explore the concept of denial, its various forms, the reasons behind it, and its potential consequences.
By Divine Obruche2 years ago in Writers
The Enigmatic World of Anime: An In-Depth Journey into the Allure and Excitement of Japanese Animation
Anime, derived from the English word "animation," refers to animated works that originate in Japan. Its history can be traced back to the early 20th century when Japanese artists started experimenting with animation techniques. However, it wasn't until the post-World War II era that anime truly began to take shape. The iconic "Astro Boy," created by Osamu Tezuka, marked a significant turning point in the evolution of anime.
By Explore the Universe2 years ago in Writers
5 Serious Writing Errors (You Might Not Realize You're Making)
Writing, like many things, can be filled with rights and wrongs, and while the wrongs aren't serious enough offenses to cause bodily or irreparable harm, they can affect the quality of your writing.
By Elise L. Blake2 years ago in Writers
first lipkiss. Content Warning.
College life had brought many changes for Sarah. New friends, new experiences, and a newfound sense of independence. But one thing had remained constant: her crush on Ethan.
By anu shani2 years ago in Writers
Stupid wizard. Content Warning.
In the magical land of Non sensica, where talking animals and flying broomsticks were as common as houseflies, there lived a bumbling wizard named Bungledorf. Bungledorf had a particular knack for getting himself into the most absurd and comical situations imaginable.
By anu shani2 years ago in Writers
Keeping On A Positive Path
Introduction I often see things or behavior that grates on me in the Facebook groups and think "I should write about that or call that out" but then realize that it just makes me a bit whiney and as bad as the people that I would be calling out.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Writers
What Goes into Proper Garden Maintenance, and How Much Should You Budget for It?
Dubai, a city known for its dazzling skyscrapers and modernity, is also home to a diverse range of gardens and green spaces. Amidst the desert landscape, these lush paradises serve as tranquil retreats, providing respite from the hustle and bustle of urban life. Maintaining a garden in Dubai is a unique endeavor, requiring a blend of expertise, precision, and an understanding of the city's arid climate. In this comprehensive guide, we shall delve into the intricacies of garden maintenance in Dubai, exploring the key elements, seasonal considerations, and the importance of professional care.
By NZRA Landscape2 years ago in Writers
Take your love back, it makes me cry.
My first love made me feel like shit in all different ways that I’d never imagined even possible. Not only did he attack my work ethic, he also attacked my sanity, my mental vulnerabilities, my appearance, my personality, my health, my honesty, my relationship with myself, my family, my friendships. Everything I can imagine that I have built and spent years maintaining or even strengthening, he not only judged me for, but he re-wrote. For some stupid reason-no-because I loved him and I trusted him, I let him. Then I forgot myself, I said I’d stay, I cried, and I went back. I hate myself for it. However, the thing that I truly hate, is him. I see now with open eyes just how fucked up he is. The way he treated me, I would never wish onto another human being. He was cruel and he was aware of it. Every single thing he did was completely for himself and I have no idea how there couldn’t have been an ounce of empathy left over, tucked away somewhere in his mind. He let me pick up all his anger; insecurities, social and moral difficulties and fix them for him. And then he had the audacity to take that love and willingness, and empowering and use it to make me feel even worse about myself. He knew that he was getting away with it, taking advantage of my kindness, my emotions, my forgiveness. He knew that I was too good to be with him but instead of learning and trying to do better, he just tried to make me worse.
By Yas2 years ago in Writers
Past the Shroud of Shadows
In the peaceful town of Havenbrook, settled between thick woodlands and moving slopes, there existed a legend that had been murmured starting with one age then onto the next. It was said that just past the edges of town, concealed profound inside the dim and old woods, lay a spot known as the Cloak of Shadows — a domain where reality and dreams interweaved, and the line among constantly obscured.
By MD Rifatul Islam2 years ago in Writers
"Murmurs of Creative mind". Content Warning.
In the curious waterfront town of Willow brook, settled between rough precipices and the shining ocean, carried on with a young lady named Elara. She was known all through the town for her unfathomable creative mind and her capacity to transform the standard into the remarkable. To Elara, the world was a material ready to be painted with the dynamic shades of her imagination.
By MD Rifatul Islam2 years ago in Writers
National Novel Writing Month: Preptober #2
Oh yes, I'm back again, hiking a backpack full of research material, NaNoWriMo prep books, and inspirational quotes your way.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Writers
Spinning Through Time: Childhood Reflections and Nature's Harmony
The earliest memories of my childhood are etched in my mind with a delicate subtlety. I recall standing in the middle of our neighborhood street, a curious four-year-old, spinning around like a whirling dervish. In those moments, I contemplated the daily rhythms of life – the sun's ascent and descent, the constant ebb and flow of time. It struck me then, as it does now, that each day would inevitably slip away, leaving me with fleeting memories. At that moment, amidst the twirls and the dizzying sensation of movement, I made a silent promise to myself: I would hold onto this moment forever. I would remember that four-year-old me, untouched by the formalities of school, untouched by the responsibilities of adulthood.
By afifa2 years ago in Writers