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April 26, 2025
Imagine being systematically broken down, not with fists, but with words. Not with bruises, but with lies. Now imagine that when you finally speak up, you are labeled the problem. You are called unstable. You are painted as the villain in your own life story. This is the reality for countless emotionally abused men invisible victims in a society that refuses to see them.
April 30, 2025
Dear Fika,
If the world had seen you the way we did, they would have known a soul like yours comes once in a lifetime.
You were the rarest kind of brother, the kind who carried wisdom in his laughter and depth in his jokes. You could take the heaviest parts of life and, with just a few words, make them feel lighter. You made pain funny, not to dismiss it, but to help us survive it.
May 1, 2025
Losing a loved one is one of life’s most painful experiences, but when their death is shrouded in mystery, the grief can feel unbearable. Unlike a death with clear circumstances, a long illness, an accident with answers, a mysterious death leaves behind a haunting void. Was it an accident? Foul play? The lack of certainty twists grief into something heavier, more relentless.
May 6, 2025
When a man dies under suspicious circumstances especially in the context of an abusive relationship, his death is often met with skepticism, indifference, or outright dismissal. Society struggles to reconcile the idea of male victimhood, particularly when it comes to domestic violence. Law enforcement, media, and even families frequently downplay or ignore red flags, chalking up unnatural deaths to “medical,” “accidents,” or vague explanations rather than investigating potential foul play. The assumption that men are always the aggressors, never the victims, leaves countless deaths unexplained and families without closure.
May 7, 2025
We’ve all heard the saying ‘love conquers all,’ but what happens when love or loyalty, or fear keeps us trapped in a relationship that’s slowly destroying us?
Toxic relationships don’t always start that way. Often, they begin with hope, passion, or deep emotional connection. But over time, manipulation, control, and emotional erosion take hold. Many people stay far longer than they should, clinging to the belief that things will change, that their partner will return to who they once were, or that leaving would mean failure.
May 9, 2025
When a man finally gathers the courage to speak about his pain, the response is often not just indifference, it’s outright disbelief. Families, conditioned by societal biases, frequently dismiss his suffering, assuming he must be exaggerating, lying, or even causing the problem. Why? Because in conflicts, especially those involving women, society reflexively sides with the woman, seeing her as inherently vulnerable and morally blameless. A man’s distress is met with skepticism, while a woman’s claims are treated as gospel.
May 12, 2025
There is a particular kind of grief that comes not just from loss, but from realization, the slow, crushing understanding that someone was telling you the truth all along, and you didn’t fully listen. It’s the agony of hindsight, the way their words, once dismissed as confusion or exaggeration, now ring with terrible clarity. They weren’t asking for much, just to be believed. But belief is a fragile thing, easily overshadowed by our own assumptions, our own reluctance to see what is too painful to face.
May 21, 2025
Religion should be a source of comfort, a refuge for the weary and a light for the lost. But when twisted into something darker, it becomes a blade that cuts deep and a hammer that shatters souls. Some people aren’t killed by violence or illness, but by something far more insidious: the slow, methodical destruction of their spirit under the weight of religious condemnation. They are worn down by words disguised as righteousness, by entire communities that mistake cruelty for holiness.
May 23, 2025
Death has a way of stripping away illusions. In life, people hide behind pleasantries, half-truths, and comfortable lies, until the finality of the grave forces silence upon them. Then, the unspoken rises like a ghost. Secrets spill from trembling lips. Regrets, once buried under pride or fear, claw their way to the surface.
Grief is a merciless lens. It sharpens the blur of emotions into something unbearably clear.
May 31, 2025
My parents buried their son, their child, and instead of hands to hold them up, they were met with knives in their backs. “Friends” who whispered condolences with one breath and venom with the next. People who dared to declare who hurt the most, who deserved the most sympathy, as if grief is a competition and betrayal is the prize.