Bad habits
Finding My Voice: A Journey Through Trauma and Healing
We want to discuss the experiences of sexual assault survivors. Recently, the allegations against Brett Kavanaugh have brought attention to this important topic. When President Trump questioned Christine Blasey Ford's allegations, it resonated with many survivors. His statement implied that if her claims were true, she would have reported them immediately. This triggered a wave of responses from survivors, who shared their experiences online using the hashtag #WhyIDidntReport.
By Gibson Petersabout a year ago in Confessions
The Secret I’ll Never Tell: How I Destroyed a Happy Marriage. Content Warning.
Around the time I out of high school, I had a very good friend who I hoped to one day became my girlfriend. Long story short, it never panned out — I was too shy and unsure of myself. On the day I planned to try to move things forward, she started showing a great deal of interest in some guy we met, and I lost my courage. This was devastating to me, and I lost the last shred of self-confidence. Soon after we lost contact after I moved to another city.
By Chahat Kaurabout a year ago in Confessions
A Love Reunited, a Life Shattered: The Price of My Biggest Mistake. Content Warning.
We lived a two hour drive away from each other which made it difficult to be together so we didn’t let our feelings interfere in our lives and carried on with our separate futures but sort of kept in touch through mutual friends. I would occasionally hear about her and she about me. She got married and had two kids and I my done my own thing.
By Chahat Kaurabout a year ago in Confessions
The Enchanted Bloom of Wonders
In a sun-kissed meadow, where wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, a curious boy named Kava wandered through the grass, his bright green eyes scanning the ground for hidden treasures. His curly brown hair bounced with each step, and the warm sunlight danced across his face, illuminating his infectious smile. Kava loved nothing more than exploring the outdoors, discovering secrets that lay just beyond the edge of everyday sight. As he made his way deeper into the meadow, he stumbled upon a hidden path he had never seen before – a path that seemed to whisper his name.
By Mayaabout a year ago in Confessions
An open letter to the ones who are scared of how they might be perceived
An open letter to the ones who are scared of how they might be perceived. What if people think I am too weird or ecstatic to be around as a person? What if others think I am too much, too much passion, too many emotions, too strong, too opinionated, and not a cool person to hang out with? I wish I could say that I haven't said that, I am oblivious to feeling insecure, bothered or sabotaging my self-belief from time to time. But truth be told, it is only humane of me to be concerned about how I might be perceived in the minds of others. If you relate to this, I am writing this letter to you, my imperfect fellow being. In the most vulnerable and painstaking way, we all are not immune to the negativity and limiting beliefs of ourselves and others.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
Family Matters
Entering adulthood has been a relatively smooth experience for me, largely because I have focused on learning from those who came before me to avoid making the same mistakes. However, it turned out to be much more difficult than I initially expected, primarily because I was resistant to the conclusions of the lessons passed on by others. Over time, I found myself coming to the same conclusions, which is why I no longer resist those lessons. Key lessons include choosing friends wisely, not trusting too easily, and protecting one’s reputation. I often let my emotions lead me down a different path, believing my friendships would be different or thinking we were smarter than our parents, so we wouldn’t fall into the same traps. However, life has reminded me that while time may pass, human nature remains consistently the same.
By real Jemaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Warm Embrace of Self-Acceptance
The Warm Embrace of Self-Acceptance It takes years to build your trust but it takes a moment, a simple rustle of words through the air, a singular action that dwindles the faith we have in someone. Life has always had its flair of shedding and unwavering our realities with the ones we need to embrace, of robbing us of the sturdy land of certainty and plopping us into the ocean of the unknown, stumbling us into the blatant truth of existential being, making us learning the lessons the hard way.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
Woman Chronicles Her Journey Through Alcoholism: I Am a Mother on the Path to Recovery
Thank you for your kind words. Opening up about my journey has not been easy, but it feels necessary. I have gone through a lot in my life, especially regarding addiction and recovery. It’s been a challenging road, but I have found strength in facing my struggles head-on.
By Gibson Petersabout a year ago in Confessions
A Soldier's Keepsake
In a small town tucked away in the Midwest, old men gathered at a local diner every Saturday morning. They called themselves the "Veterans’ Breakfast Club," a tradition that had started decades ago when they first returned from war. These men, now with silver hair and faces etched by time, came together not just to share coffee and toast but to relive memories that connected them in a way no one else could understand.
By RKabout a year ago in Confessions
On survival.
On survival. The question of existence still haunts me in the silence of the stillness that loneliness brings with it. To be or not to be, to exist in the coexistence of dualistic forces, to dance with the uncertainty or to play it along the periphery, what I hold certain, has always questioned me, bemoaned me. Truth be told, I beheld the cry for help when its absence called in silent whispers around the blanket of dwelling and absconded its abundant presence over me. There is a painting that traces the bits of serenity in my life, the colors that adorn the hues of the almighty run deep through the veins of my soul to find the brevity of pain. I glance at the picture of Lord Krishna, reminiscing the days that passed by. Darkness sets its sterility in the brimming light of today, as the dawn of today paints itself in the colours of the dusk of yesterday.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
Querencia- The place where I draw my strength.
Querencia- The place where I draw my strength. To be or not to be, to thrive or just be merely alive to survive, is a question I have often pondered upon. What does being alive mean? Does it mean extrapolating in the exteriors of materialistic drawls, of forging in an existence that is concealed with the perfectionism of having it all?
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
