Bad habits
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I was twelve when I realized that there was a link between the Body and the Mind. The Body...or rather, MY body, was frail. Easily broken, scarred and scraped up from living in this world. My Mind on the other hand, was free. It was an intangible thing that no one could touch. I was free in my own head to wander wherever I wanted to, whenever I wanted to and my Mind could take my Body for the ride but never the other way around.
By Kaysha Bounos5 years ago in Confessions
The Rough Dry Ground
I don’t have a drinking problem. I drink just fine, thank you. My problem is that I think that drinking is the cause and solution to most of my problems, only not at the same time. Whenever things go wrong, I find a nice neat glass of whiskey makes it more palatable. Unfortunately, when I look in the mirror, at my bank account or lack of progress in my life, I tend to think that maybe if I drank less those things would get better. Realistically, I’ve found that it just doesn’t work that way because psychologically there’s got to be more to the problem. I mean, if I looked at it logically.
By D Jay Collins5 years ago in Confessions
The binge in me
To do things moderately is to live a healthy and less dramatic life. Really you will agree with me there is definitely no need to be excessive or act excessively. But then, I have for a long time realized that there is always a part of humans that loves to do the opposite regardless of the consequences it may bring. We most times enjoy to do and act excessively and most of the times it isn't warranted, or should i say avoidable.
By Olalekan Adeeko5 years ago in Confessions
My Secret Cure to Shyness; and My Obsession with Theater
Have you ever made a wish on a birthday candle? The homemade cake sits on the table as friends and family joyously sing as the candle slowly burns, illuminating whatever decorations are on the cake. What did you wish for? True love? A new bike? World peace? Did you ever have a wish you so desperately wanted to come true that you wished for it many times?
By Olivia Lang5 years ago in Confessions
Freedom in Happiness
I find freedom. In the process of collecting my aggression and frustration, processing it to the expression of choices I make while I produce something, relevant or irrelevant, the piece is simply the product of my identity. Creativity is a bridge to addressing the issue, capturing a feeling. In a state similar to what some refer to as “free-flowing” creative expression; swift, mindless cuts to a stencil and strokes of a brush. Still, with a balance of intricate and precise placement that I blame on a grip, that is usually choking my emotions. This is the basis.
By Nicolas Linsalata5 years ago in Confessions
Kant Lie to Me. Top Story - June 2021.
I have recently made an unfortunate discovery. The man I love is a liar. This could be a devastating realization if it weren’t for the fact that his lies are pointless. He lies about what he ate, drank, and even how much sleep he got on any given day. The motivation is, of course, to keep me from worrying about his health, thereby saving himself from my nagging or, as I like to call it; Persistent care. I know what you’re thinking. If he lies about the small things, what else could he be hiding? More importantly, why do I accept this behavior? My journey to sophrosyne forced me to meditate on this subject instead of jumping to conclusions. A little research and empathy should go a long way.
By Diana Herrera5 years ago in Confessions
A Change for Good
Since I was a child, my goal was to please people and gain their approval. We all know that this is not healthy, but the more approval I got the bigger my high was. It was most important to gain the approval of my parents, my sister, close friends and my boss for all areas of my life. I was getting burnt out attempting to please everyone. Looking after eveyone else meant no one was looking after me.
By Kirsty Milroy 5 years ago in Confessions
I INVITED THEM IN
Hello my fellow brothers and sisters. For my writing I wanted to share a some of my story that will be in my book that soon will be released. But just to give you an idea of what the book is about I’ll explain. I share a powerful testimony on how I was delivered and saved out of some very dark places of drug addiction. I was born and raised in church, father is a Pastor but growing up in the church and in my neighborhood wasn’t always great. I talk about some reacurring indicents that happened to me as a child which led me to low self esteem and later years heavy drug use of being addicted to Crystal meth. Meth almost destroyed my life from being a heavy user. Snorting it, shooting it up and smoking it. I tried for years to stay clean but something would trigger me and I’d go back. The high was great but what it was doing to my body, life and my family was not good at all.
By Jeffery Brower5 years ago in Confessions
The Annoyance of Earworms
Don’t you just hate it when a song gets stuck inside your head and you can’t control it no matter what you do? Admittedly, sometimes, you get that rare song that you like being stuck in your head, the kind that you constantly sing the chorus to out loud and annoy everyone within earshot after about an hour. For me, that’s songs like “Smells like Teen Spirit” or “Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 2,” heck, I don’t even mind “Yellow Submarine” looping in my head whenever I so much as hear its title. However, most of the time, earworms aren’t forgiving like that. Most of the time, they come into your head with absolutely no warning, digging into your brain and slowly becoming louder than thunder in your own thoughts. From there, the only way that you can bring balance between your brain, which is insistent on keeping the song in your head, and yourself, who never wanted the song to be stuck there in the first place, is to listen to it or sing through the whole thing. I’ve had plenty of moments where I’ve sung the melody of a song to myself because I can barely remember the words to it and I’m doing something that prevents me from listening to music. This is particularly aggravating during chemistry labs or hour-long exam periods, as not only are you doing something that actively prevents you from pulling out your phone and putting on Turnover’s “Super Natural” in the background, you are actively doing something where you would rather be doing anything else.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Confessions
Is Your Battery Dead?
Last week was particularly difficult. There was family drama. There was work turmoil. Angst. Anxiety. You name it... By the time Friday rolled around, I felt particularly drained - more so than usual. I'm not unfamiliar with the stress of a fast-paced environment, but everything felt particularly heavy; a lot heavier than usual.
By Debra Cutler5 years ago in Confessions
