Humanity
End of the world
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world, sometimes I feel like I want it to be the end of the world. I've had such a bad feeling about today, so have so many others that I have spoken to about my feelings. I just sit here waiting for something bad to happen and I don't know when or how.
By Lia Rose4 years ago in Confessions
When It's Time To Leave
Change, especially big changes, can be scary. Change means the unknown or unfamiliar. It means stepping away from the comforting and secure, taking a risk that may or may not pay off. Viewed in that light, it's unsurprising that people would stay in bad relationships, toxic work environments and unideal situations until they can no longer ignore the negative effects.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Confessions
Mattersome Mind Spatter.
I fucking hate everything. Had my fill of it all. Please don’t take offense, it’s a “me” thing. I’m sure you’re just a peach. Entrenched in my microcosm...I barely even eat anymore. Still, do kindly back off of my biscuits. Who knew fasting brought out latent food aggression? The people who actually have nothing to eat. That’s who.
By C.J. Jaye4 years ago in Confessions
Random Acts of Kindness
My mother, god bless her, always taught me to do nice things for others whenever I can- that’s why I give homeless people “Kind” bars and donate to “Donation Boxes” at various places. Unfortunately, some ideas, like giving Grandma’s computer a “Makeover,” sound better in theory than in actuality. However, last Friday (Friday the 13th, no less!) I did something beautiful for another autism mom that she will never, ever forget.
By Jennifer Rose4 years ago in Confessions
When You Don't Fit In Life's Perfect Boxes
Starting from when we are very small, Societies and Governments try to place us in boxes intended to tell us who or what we are, or what we can or cannot do. From a young age, I have been very good at not fitting in those boxes.
By Kristy Anderson4 years ago in Confessions
Am I really hitting Rock Bottom? Check yourself before you say “yes”
Oh, Mom’s birthday earlier this week was fine. Better than fine, really- while Mom is still upset about my sister’s disability, I still had a great day. We went out to a fancy-shmancy restaurant, and while my sister acted up, they reacted beautifully and saw it as nothing. I had offered to read to my sister, and gave my mother a Bob Marley cover album for her special day, which was done by one of those dinky cover bands that play by the pool, but hey, it’s the thought that counts. Speaking of which, I had also offered to read to my sister “VeggieTales” but accidentally left the book at home. Oh well, I’ll just bring it next time!
By Jennifer Rose4 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Chose Me
A couple of years ago, I finally decided to leave an extremely abusive relationship. I was with my partner for five years, and I endured mental, physical, and emotional abuse on an almost daily basis. She would call me crude names, as well as tell me I was worthless and that no one would ever want to be with me or love me. She would punch me, pull my hair, and throw my personal belongings, often times breaking expensive electronics. I lost count of the number of books she destroyed. She was abusive, narcissistic, and mean. When I finally got up the courage to leave and stay gone, she lit our house on fire, destroying much of my clothing, all of my books, and sentimental items that cannot be replaced.
By Kristina Zill4 years ago in Confessions
Attending my parents' funeral.
The air is suffocating. You choke up at all the memories flashing through your mind. The good, the bad, and the ugly. You think of all the things should have, could have, and would have said. You remember your childhood. Your mother or father's laugh. The way they smelled. The facial expressions they made when they were happy. Sad. Even the way it felt to be hugged. Your teen years. You remember that you are now in your twenties.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Confessions
I Believe in Santa Claus
I was in the fifth grade when I learned the truth about Santa. Well, I thought it was the truth. I remember my mother had to sit me down and tell me because I was getting too old to believe in Santa Claus and I was a super believer if you will. You see, when I was very young, probably about three or four my dad went out on our deck on Christmas Eve and stomped around with jingle bells. My older sisters were in on it and woke me up so I could hear Santa’s sleigh on our roof. You might think this would make me angry or resentful as an adult, but it’s one of my most cherished memories of my young childhood. I will admit, though, that when my mom sat me down for that talk some of the magic of Christmas was gone for me. For what I thought was forever. I had a younger sister who still believed for a few years; and nephews and a niece so it was always a joy to see the wonderment in their eyes on Christmas morning. Still, in every Santa movie I found myself wishing that the big reveal moments (You know the kind. When the reindeer fly, and everyone sees that Santa is real.) would happen in real life. It wasn’t until I reached adulthood and saw something someone had posted about how to gently break the news to your kids that I realized. I was wrong. We are all wrong. Santa does exist.
By Elizabeth Diehl4 years ago in Confessions
Giving Back To The Extreme
Yep, that's me... the girl walking in the middle of winter in a bikini! I have always followed the motto "go big or go home" and that was still the case when it came to the type of charity events I participated in. I remember the first time I heard about the polar bear plunge. I could hardly contain myself! Raise money for Special Olympics and in return get to jump into a frozen lake!
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Confessions
The Secret Chronicles of Your Dreamy Eyes
Those piercing glares as if you're searching for the stories of my soul. The stare of a thousand beaming eyes. I wonder sometimes what is it that you are thinking about, what is it that you are looking for... or is it that you are so intrigued with me? I have never had anyone look at me the way that you look at me... with such grace and interest. At times I smile, you don't have to say a word, but I know that you are communicating your love for me through your eyes. You are an extraordinary man, I appreciate that you made me feel like I am your muse, but I wish that you can tell me how I make you feel.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 4 years ago in Confessions
