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6 days ago
Sasha avoids social gatherings
Sasha is 33 year old independent woman.Sasha thrived in her career, leading projects with quiet confidence. But outside work, social gatherings filled her with dread. Crowds weren’t the problem it was the questions. “When are you getting married?” “Don’t you feel lonely?” Each inquiry tightened her chest. She began skipping weddings, family dinners, even birthdays. Alone at home, she felt peaceful, in control.
6 days ago
Work stress of Harish
Harish stared at his laptop, eyes weary, the clock blinking 1:47 a.m. Another late night. His job at the tech firm paid well, but the endless hours drained him. Deadlines blurred into weekends; his coffee intake outpaced his sleep. One morning, he missed his train, heart racing not from the run, but the panic. Harish is very stressed with his work he is unable to find a balance. 24 hours is not enough for him. His mind is always running.
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1 week ago
One bite at a time
Emma counted almonds, six for breakfast. Hunger was a victory, not a signal. Mirrors became judges, meals became math. Compliments fed the disorder more than food ever could. “You look amazing,” they said, not knowing she hadn’t eaten in days. At night, her ribs ached with pride and pain. One fainting spell led to a hospital, then a whisper of truth: this is killing you. Slowly, therapy taught her how to eat without shame, to see a body not as an enemy but as a survivor. Recovery wasn’t a straight line but Emma chose life, one bite at a time.
priyanka@mmkreal.com
1 week ago
Group of six met every Thursday
Six strangers circled plastic chairs in a quiet basement of Mr.. William's house . A clock ticked louder than their silence. “I’m Tom,” one finally said, voice shaking, “and I miss my son.” Eyes met, pain recognized. Maya spoke next with grief braided in her words. Laughter surprised them later, over bad coffee and shared regrets. Every Thursday, they returned, not to heal entirely, but to hurt less together. Walls softened, truths unfolded. By week six, no one sat alone. They weren’t fixed, but they were seen. And sometimes, that was enough.
priyanka@mmkreal.com
1 week ago
Robert overcomes Insomnia
Each night, Robert stared at the ceiling, his mind a carousel of worries. Sleep eluded him like a whispered secret. Coffee sustained his days; exhaustion haunted his nights. He tried herbs, apps, even counting stars nothing worked. One dawn, he walked until the sky turned orange. The silence comforted him. Gradually, walks became routine, then meditation, then journaling. Months passed. One night, he lay down, calm and quiet inside. Sleep came not forced, but welcomed. Robert smiled in his dreams, having finally made peace with the dark.
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