Humanity
Pressure makes...
Over the years, I have had to face pressure dead in the eye. That's when "I" realized the overall effects the pressure added to my life. My eyes have felt the sun stare back, and have been blinded by the light. Although, in the darkness the moon luminates in the sky.
By Dreaming Creative, Inc4 years ago in Confessions
I Hereby Resolve
I Hereby Resolve By Cleve Taylor Wow, 2021 has passed fast for me. I recognize that part of the reason time sped up is due to age. As an octogenarian I recognize that each new year represents an increasing percentage of the rest of my life, so those minutes, hours, days, months and years are incredibly important, and fly by far too fast. It is not like when I was a child and time slugged by at snail's pace and I was anxious to age and get on with my life. I expect 2022 to be the year of the hare.
By Cleve Taylor 4 years ago in Confessions
The Return to Self
For many years and many cycles, the question, “who am I?”, had little depth and meaning. Confined to the beliefs imparted by a limited society and wounded family, my true Self was buried. The heart’s desires and soul’s longings, a dense fog of confusion and heaviness. “What is the point?”, I often wondered, insecurity rattling me to the bone, caged in a small existence with little room for expression.
By Ashlyn4 years ago in Confessions
Soon, You’ll Be Taken Away From Your Comfort Zone
Nature wants to ensure Her survival. That’s why She keeps expanding and multiplying. Nature uses whatever feels pleasant as a contributing force to Her survival goal, while She avoids whatever feels unpleasant, because it may be a threat to that very purpose.
By Rabih4 years ago in Confessions
Sorry, I'm not authentic...
When you are young all you seek and desire to be is yourself. To enjoy life, to play, laugh and dance in each moment. At some point along the way we are disciplined and expected to shrink ourselves down. To be quieter, to listen, to not be too much, or too little. Then to speak up, take responsibility, to make choices but still obey – it’s a very confusing mess.
By Perrity Fowler4 years ago in Confessions
An Offering of Chili Mango
Back in 2019, the December sun shone weakly through post-rainstorm clouds on the Embarcadero boardwalk of San Francisco. Me and two of my college friends were visiting our mutual high school friend Phil* in the Bay Area, who had graciously offered to host us at his studio complex in the City for the weekend. After Ubering around to Chinatown for dim sum and Twin Peaks in the early afternoon, the four of us moseyed on over to the Embarcadero to walk around amidst the tourist crowds before taking our bus back to Davis.
By James Bao4 years ago in Confessions
The real me is scared, the remarkable me is posting this
Where do we begin writing the authentic story of ourselves? Whose eyes will these stories fall upon and will they be met with grace? What is the story we are telling, anyway? When will these words be shared, and finally, in the words of John Locke: “How long have you been holding those words in your head, hoping to use them?”
By Mingling with the Moon 4 years ago in Confessions
I'm The Real H.O.
"Hello there Gorgeous!,"is probably what you're thinking right now. My name is Heidi Lynn Owens and today I am sharing my story with you: Overcoming adversity in the beta stages of social media dating. I was inspired by Vine, Instagram, Snapchat and Tinder.
By The Heidi Lynn Show4 years ago in Confessions
Tha Man Collector
I was born on July fourteenth. The day of the convincing storyteller, according to the Secret Language of Birthdays, people born on this day are described as manipulative, seductive and charming. It is my seductive charm that has become the near death of me.Besides being predispositioned genetically with bipolar manic depression, I was sexually abused as a child which led to a very dangerous and provocative promiscuous lifestyle. Since the age of twelve I have sought out broken, heartless people to come into relationship with. Most of them extremely personal, intimate and inappropriate, usually ending with a traumatic event. I now suffer from severe complex PTSD and have become suicidal.
By Daphne Explains it All4 years ago in Confessions
Remarkable me.
This may start off as a tangent, but I’m recognizing the significance and how it relates to details later in the experience. My cousin’s husband had died, and it may read improper, but I’ll add the word thankfully before the word died. I do appreciate the time he unsuccessfully helped me replace a transmission in my truck, because then I ended up fixing the problem myself.
By Jason Hurley4 years ago in Confessions
A Life-Changing Perspective
A Life-Changing Perspective It was just another regular Tuesday for me at college and I was enjoying my art class. It was an almost four-hour-long class as it was every once a week. The sun was shining and surprisingly it was a pretty day outside for the season of fall in October 2018. My family friend texted me as we used to attend the same college and had offered me a ride till his house as our homes were pretty close by and either one of his parents would drop me home. He was on medication and he was limited to driving from school to home and work due to a drinking and driving incident. He had a breathalyzer attached to his steering wheel and he had to blow into it before he would start to drive and while driving from time to time as he had explained to me.
By Navistha Singh4 years ago in Confessions
