വിവേകശാലിയായ വിപ്ലവം: പാര്‍ക്കിന്റെ അവസാനം

Living in a World Full of Demotivators

Some days it feels like life is just one long test of patience. Everywhere I turn, there’s someone ready to remind me of what I can’t do. They don’t always shout it out loud — sometimes it’s in their silence, their smirk, the way they walk away when I talk about my dreams. I try to carry hope like a candle, but around demotivators, the wind is constant. One small comment, one careless laugh, and the flame trembles. It hurts more when it comes from people I trusted to believe in me. Family, friends, the ones who should lift me up — instead, they make me doubt myself. Living in this kind of world feels heavy. You start questioning everything: Am I really capable? Am I foolish for trying? Should I just stop here? That’s what demotivators do — they plant doubt like seeds, and if I’m not careful, those seeds grow faster than courage. But even in this noise, I’ve realized something. Their words don’t come from knowing me better. Most times, they speak from their own fears, their own li...

Life Surrounded by Demotivators: Learning to Breathe in Heavy Air

Life isn’t always filled with cheerleaders clapping for us. More often, it feels like a crowd of demotivators stand in the front row, arms folded, waiting to remind us why we can’t, why we shouldn’t, why we’ll fail. Some are loud voices from outside — people who question, criticize, or belittle. Others are quieter but heavier: our own doubts echoing inside. Being surrounded by demotivators is like carrying invisible weights. You wake up with good intentions, maybe even a spark of energy, and then comes the remark — “That won’t work,” or “Others are better than you.” Suddenly, that spark dims. It’s not always about dramatic insults either. Sometimes it’s the constant small dismissals, the rolling of eyes, the silence when you expected support. These moments pile up, and before you know it, they’ve convinced you to stop trying. The hardest part is that demotivators can be people we care about. A friend who never celebrates our wins. A relative who constantly compares. A workplace t...

When Yelling Breaks the Home: A Mother and Child’s Silent Pain

When a Child Watches His Mother Break The walls of a home are meant to hold love, laughter, and safety. But for some, those walls echo with raised voices, cutting words, and humiliation that leaves scars you can’t see. Living with a narcissistic husband often feels like standing in the middle of a storm—never knowing when the next thunderclap will shatter the air. For a wife, it is an endless battle between dignity and despair. For a child, it is pure confusion and silent suffering. When a husband yells, his words don’t just pierce the woman he targets—they ripple through the small ears listening from the corner of the room. A six-year-old child does not yet have the language to name “emotional abuse” or “narcissism.” What he knows is fear. What he feels is helplessness. What he learns, tragically, is that love can sound like anger and that family can feel unsafe. Humiliation is not only a wound to the wife’s spirit but also a shadow that falls across her child’s innocence. Every...

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