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Here I Sit, My Foot Tap-Tap-Tapping
I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't the quiet, dense, anxious space between breaths I found myself waiting in. My arms are tired from the clenching of my fists and holding my elbows to the sides of my body in an effort to shore up what is soft with what strength I can muster. My feet are bouncing in a chaotic anti-rhythm of panic as I play the words over and over in my head where they echo in my heart. His pleas, my goodbyes.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist2 months ago in Confessions
the weight of a quiet stone
A stone the size of my thumb sat in my pocket for years before I ever realized it was there. I don’t remember when I picked it up — maybe sometime around childhood, maybe earlier, maybe it was placed there before I learned to speak. All I know is that it grew heavier every year, pressing into my leg, shaping the way I walked without me even noticing.
By nawab sagar2 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 塩っぽい
I really need to go over all my diary entries and make sure none of the themes are repeating. I have had some people ask me about that and the thing is, they are not always about what I am writing about, though for some entries they are connected to the content. It is more of a game I play with myself to sort of encourage the study of Japanese or keeping a sort of " Flashcard set " , if you will.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
Thanks Ma
Dear Ma, aka Ruby Lee So I know it’s been a minute but I’m writing this letter hoping that the angels pass it along to you in heaven. Guess what mama? You won’t believe what I just did recently. I actually wrote and published my first book. Crazy right? I felt like you of all people needed to hear this good news because if it wasn’t for you none of this would’ve been possible.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Confessions
The Story I Never Thought I’d Tell: I Survived a Love-Bomber
Sitting on my shower floor with scalding hot water washing over my shivering body, I sob, listening to a new album by one of my favorite artists that has inspired this essay, as I’ve had to build my wall so high I didn’t think anyone could actually climb it, until someone did.
By Ash Ylvisaker2 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 軽食
Queen Amun Ra is warning me about family members speaking ill of me, and Lynn did a Libra reading just now.. I guess that is my niece then... She is probably talking shit about me. Or it could be my other niece since... There is a connection between Lynn and Queen that needs to be acknowledged that would connect it to her as well. I am not too worried, I am interpreting as a sort of scout warning.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
Daughter of Depression. Content Warning.
Hi everyone. This is another late-night outpouring, a quiet attempt to soothe my anxiety and ease the discomfort that sits inside me. I write because sometimes it’s the only thing that helps me calm down and make sense of what I feel. I’ve tried everything—five years of psychiatric treatment, two uninterrupted years of therapy. Some things have improved, others haven’t. The thoughts remain present, lingering like a shadow, and the feelings stay too. I’m tired of trying, and yet I don’t give up. I keep going.
By Spydesing2 months ago in Confessions
I’m Not Proud of Who I Was
There are people who say they have no regrets, that everything they’ve done has shaped who they are. I wish I could say that. I wish I could pretend every version of me was necessary—every mistake, every lie, every selfish choice. But the truth is simpler, quieter, and harder to swallow:
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Confessions
