Steffany Pope
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Dealing with mental health problems has been hard. I've lived my whole life believing that no one understood me. I realized, my mind is not for others to understand; but for my edification of self awareness. So, I write to understand me.
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Journal Entry #1
As humans, we are social creatures, and building relationships with others is an essential part of our lives. Relationships with family, friends, partners, and loved ones provide us with emotional support, love, and companionship. However, in today's fast-paced world, we often find ourselves too busy with work, commitments, and responsibilities, leaving us with little time to spend with those we love. It is vital to recognize the importance of taking time for those we love and make it a priority in our lives.
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Humans
The Moon Sisters
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. One by one forming a different shape every second. Some shapes were similar, but you would never see the same shape twice. It all started at dusk. Kids filled the neighborhoods with play and laughter as they scurried home before first light. Down at the city center, nestled in the middle of a ring of tall redwoods, sat the city park. On the South end; the local little league football team played at home against their rivals. On the north end is what looks like a triplets convention. Groups of three with like faces; sit waiting for the sunset spectacular. The streets lined with cars whose drivers honked constantly, because they sat bumper to bumper for miles. The drivers believed that honking would make traffic move faster. But there was no magic willing to aide in that favor. It’s end of business for the blue collars and just like that; the city came to life. Metro buildings started spewing out overworked and underpaid humans, who were anything but eager to stay a minute longer. Crowds from one building went one way. Crowds from another building went the other, until all the restaurants, bars, and public parking lots were at max capacity.
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Fiction
