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ADHD isn't real
S#PSA - #ADHD is a real disability. I have the bank account to prove it. Despite each and every one of the people in my life being employed, I am chronically unemployed. My unemployed status frustrates me because I went to great schools, have great knowledge, and have added immense value to every workplace I've been in. Then I was punched in the jugular:
By Cristal Harris5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Noah
Dear Noah – (Letter number one) Hey, This feels weird. We’ve never met. And I don’t even know if you exist...but...I think I miss you. Up until recently, I’ve been fine. Completely unaffected and uninterested by romance or relationships. I’ve never had the desire to be with someone or to be intimate. I honestly thought there was something wrong with me. Everyone did. Everyone does. But recently, I feel You. I feel the warmth of your arms around me, randomly, and all of a sudden. I feel the shadow of your kisses on my back, or your fingers interlacing mine, and my heart stops a moment. I have never met you, but I think I miss you.
By Bloom5 years ago in Confessions
The Quiet Child
I am the quiet one. The one who is seen and never heard. The one who never gets to speak first and consistently gets cut off. I am the disregarded, overlooked, underestimated child. I may have been born first but I am always the last to be thought of.
By Adaline Archer5 years ago in Confessions
A Short Strange Trip
I make eye contact with a mother pulling her daughter towards herself with a puzzled and somewhat shocked look on her face. I half smile and shrug as Luke and I sprint past her. There are many puzzled looks on the faces of the commuters on this Thursday morning in the very crowded Dulles International airport in Washington D.C..
By Christopher Klocko5 years ago in Confessions
The quiet little girl
When I was just a little girl, 12 yrs old, filled with wonder, braids in my hair that trailed down my bad, eyes wide open, strong enough to challenge the world, so I felt, Id wander off alone in my neighborhood, in a daydream like state of mind, believing I was the star of my movie. I had such a creative mind, in that world, I was a lone wolf, an adventurer, the hero, lol anyone I wanted to be. I lived in a broken neighborhood, where the foundations were built off survival, and tough love, but a love that made you feel like you were a part of a community nonetheless. The aromas of soul food and barbeques still leave a sense of nostalgia when I smell them today. the laughter of adults whom sat outside, filling their lives with small talks and entertainment as the kids played in the streets, racing feet patting against the pavement. the sound of police sirens and helicopters, that remind us why we stick together, and also of the deep brokenness no one was prepared within our community to speak of. As I ventured through this place we called home, through people that called me family, id wave and smile, but my voice was always quiet. I always held my voice, maybe I was too shy, or maybe I was afraid that the many thoughts I had in my head would come flowing out like the sea when it rushes in after a high tide. in my little body, I had so much emotion, so many thoughts, so much energy, and secretly lied a strength and braveness nobody knew. I continued thru the hello's and laughter, till id meet the gate of the community, and step out into what I called another world. I walked until I reach this wooded area of our neighborhood, that had trails and proceed through, I had a favorite little spot where id sit, where a tree had begun to slump over as if it was tired from always remaining strong. I'd lay across this tree smell the cedar and the mixture of freshly cut grass, noticing the caterpillars and birds and other life in these woods, mesmerized by the light casting through the trees, it always felt like I was in another world when I was there. despite the nearby streets, and people walking by. I learned how to shut out the noise and enjoy the silence, maybe I was good at that because I already knew what it felt like to be silent. I started to drift more into this world, and the peace and less into the other, closing my eyes, pretending I was far away from everything, yet still being so close in reality. I opened my eyes startled but the sound of my name being called. my stepdad had been looking for me, I arose silently, inhaled a deep breath of fresh air realizing I was leaving back to reality. I arrived home to the stern Voice of my mothers telling me about going off on my own, and the heavy worry in her voice with the hint of frustration and confusion, for always having to remind me, I stood there silent, wanted to scream my feelings, but not being able too, I felt so misunderstood, my eyes moving side to side as tears filled my eyes, and she continues to scold me till there was nothing left to say, she looked at me, possibly frustrated by my silence, she disliked that I was so quiet, she walked away and I retreated to my room, the only other place where I could be alone with my thoughts, I had some much I wanted to say yet I just couldn't find my voice, more tears came down my cheek, why was I like this, nonmatter the confrontation, or situation, I was just so quiet and reserved. how can someone be so fierce, brave, and not have a voice? I hated it sometimes, I felt prisoner to my mind, as I've watched other kids speak, and were popular and respected because of their outspokenness, whereas I was silent and always challenged. I saw it as their strength but my weakness, at least that's what I thought, I craved for a voice, like them, like my mother who never bit her tongue, maybe that's why I escaped from everyone so much because I was surrounded by people who had a voice while mine was imprisoned in my mind, in in the places I went there was only peace, and there I didn't have to have a voice, but amongst the community most did, and so to them I became known as the quiet girl. To Be Continued...
By kiesha5 years ago in Confessions
Fodder For Fantasy
This title came to me as I was in the grocery store, following my NetworkSpinal Analysis appointment. I liked the way it sounded, and registered it as a potential story topic (I think). However, I looked up the definition for "fodder", and it basically comes down to this: material that is disposable as a means to an end for a larger system (beast, if you will).
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man5 years ago in Confessions
How I Overcame "Middle Child Syndrome"
It’s true what they say about being a “middle child”. We’re overshadowed by the strong will our older siblings sustain, and are dulled by the light the “baby” of the family radiates. In my situation; my older sister was the star of any sport she played- running with the popular crowd, and confidently guiding herself through upcoming adulthood. Being only 15 months apart in age, and with her birthday being late in the year- we ended up in the same grade throughout school. Which made me less of my own person, and more of “(sister’s name) sister”.
By Kennedy Brown5 years ago in Confessions
The mystery of the missing shoe.
The thunder and lightning raged above my aunt's house in Cape Girardeau, Missouri as I stepped out of the vehicle, looking scared out of my wits at my aunt's house down the driveway. My other three siblings and I were dropped off there, ready to spend a few days so my parents could attend a funeral.
By N.J. Folsom5 years ago in Confessions
Not looking for validation, just your love.
I never thought I would ever tell you about this, not something I have ever told anyone, for the fear of losing you and being judged. This is quite difficult to put into words, one of the biggest regrets I will ever have, and one of the stupidest things I have ever done. Well... here goes nothing... I hope by the end of this, you will not hate me nor look at me differently... I'm sorry for having been inconsiderate in doing it, I wasn't thinking. One of the only times in my life when I felt lonely, deep in my thoughts, but never thinking of how this would have affected anyone. The only time I felt selfish, only considering my feelings and what would make me feel better. I am rambling, in fear that I will be judged by you, but here it goes.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Confessions
Misunderstood
Let’s be honest, “you don’t know what it’s like to be like me,” and I am most definitely “stronger than yesterday.” This is sort of a “story of a girl who cried a river” but the only thing she drowned were her sorrows on a tear-stained pillowcase. I seemed to forget that “big girls don’t cry” when the tears were always bubbling just below the surface, waiting for the next rejection from a crush or spite from a best friend. Man, “why’d you have to go and make things so complicated?”
By Trish Felecos5 years ago in Confessions
How I figured out I'm not straight
I kinda always knew that I'm not straight. In kindergarten, I, of course, thought boys were gross, but, as we all know there's always one guy that tries to get you to be his kindergarten sweetheart, and of course I declined because of, well, cooties... Right? that's what I used as an excuse for a few years but, eventually, I kinda realized that I don't seem to get crushes even though all the girls always talk about the jock of the class, so I said that I liked him so no one would question me anymore and as I didn't actually like him I didn’t care if he knew since he was already dating my best friend and I was NOT in the market for a boyfriend so I let it go and said I moved on. The next year he no longer attended my school so when there were all but two guys in my age group I had to find one to say I liked so I wouldn't be teased, so I picked the kid who liked me and he was fine knowing that I liked him and seemed pretty ok that I wasn't looking to be in a middle school relationship... and then he moved away and there was only one eligible guy for all of us girls to crush on and since he was always super gross and sweaty no one was interested so I didn't declare that I liked anyone. moving on to the start of the COVID-19 lockdown I started to wonder why I didn’t really feel anything for most guys except one and he was interested in me... I made it very clear that I wasn’t looking to have a boyfriend and since this person has known me for years he questioned if I thought I was gay, so I started researching to see if I felt like one of them fit me, and now after almost a year of trying out new labels I have been comfortable with Lesbian and feel that it suits me for the time being, but of course that can always change!
By Sastina Brandt5 years ago in Confessions
