Childhood
Guardian's Resolve
In the heart of a quiet suburban neighborhood, the sun cast a warm glow over the houses and tree-lined streets. Among them, the Millers resided in a cozy home filled with laughter and love. Sarah Miller, a young mother, found her days consumed by the joy of caring for her infant son, Ethan. However, unbeknownst to her, a shadow had cast its eyes on their happiness.
By Life Goes On2 years ago in Confessions
The Silent Struggle Within:
Every morning, I wake up to a world that seems ordinary to everyone else but feels like a battleground within me. My name is Emily, and beneath my outward appearance lies a silent struggle that only a few close to me are aware of – the battle against my inner demons.
By Maila A.2 years ago in Confessions
Unburdened Souls: Whispered Confessions That Defied the Silence
In the quiet corners of our lives, secrets reside like echoes of our unspoken truths. But what happens when the weight of these confessions becomes too heavy to bear? The power of confession is an untamed force that can unravel the fabric of secrecy, bringing forth transformation, liberation, and unexpected connections. In this exploration of whispered confessions, we delve into stories that challenge the norms, tug at heartstrings, and ultimately remind us of the cathartic release that comes with baring one's soul.
By Loving Writer2 years ago in Confessions
Serenity Within Chaos
In the bustling heart of a modern city, where the cacophony of traffic, the hum of technology, and the demands of life create a symphony of chaos, lived Emily. She was an ambitious young professional, always striving to excel in her career. However, the mounting pressures of work and life were slowly pushing her towards the edge of stress and burnout.
By Saseen mohamed2 years ago in Confessions
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, I have Short Hair
I feel most feminine with short hair. I feel free, liberated, lightweight and energetic. Beautiful and enchanting. Yet, it has been something I have had to always justify to others. Current society still does not overall welcome shorter hairstyles on young women, even after many movements and fashion trends towards them. Even after the short hair of the 1920's and the many tomboyish trends in fashion. I cannot have short hair without someone eventually commenting on 'if it was long'.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Confessions
Miracle or Mistake?
I was in the fifth grade when life decided to hurl two more curveballs at me, back-to-back. At eleven years old, I received my first visit from the "Red Queen." Navigating something that not many of my classmates were experiencing made me feel even more like an outsider. The feelings cemented when I had to have my dad bring a change of clothes and pads for me one day due to an accident I had. I was still new to it, but I felt embarrassment all the same. Around the same time, I experienced something else none of my classmates had. I was in constant pain, crying often from my joints aching all over. My parents took me to a doctor, and after running multiple tests, we were told my diagnosis was JRA (Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis). I had to miss at least two weeks of school while my parents and I had to travel to a nearby state to receive the care I needed, as none of the institutions around us were equipped to do so. My parents had to carry me often and help me around the house, as the pain was so much that it took everything to bring myself to an upright position. Returning to school would prove to be a challenge, as well. I was now seen differently by classmates and teachers, too. As I returned to one of my classes, I was met with a shocking hostility. The day before I returned, the class had been disruptive. As a result, the next day when I had come back, the teacher decided to dole out the punishment she felt was necessary: writing sentences. I did not feel I should have been subjected to the punishment, as I had not even been there. My teacher, however, disagreed. She stood over me and would not leave my desk until I wrote the sentences, too. Now, I know most people would see it as nothing, just writing the same words over and over an exact number of times. For me, though, it was excruciating. I was in tremendous pain daily, especially when my joints became overworked. I was still forced to sit and write over and over, my fingers curling into a claw, tears streaming down my face, as she watched. She said I did not get a pass just because of my diagnosis.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks2 years ago in Confessions
The Melody of Life: A Dancer Jumping Between Disappointment and Hope
We must embrace limited disappointment, but we must not lose endless hope. This quote comes from Martin Luther King, Jr. The motto, in other words, is that although we have to deal with some finite frustrations, we must not lose faith in infinite hope. Well, it's like, sometimes we hit a little bump in the road, but don't forget that there are countless stars twinkling in the sky.
By Beck_Moulton2 years ago in Confessions
The Enchanted Quill
In a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, lived a young girl named Elara. She was known throughout the village for her insatiable curiosity and boundless imagination. One day, while exploring the woods on the outskirts of the village, she stumbled upon an ancient oak tree unlike any she had seen before.
By GRACE MALLENS2 years ago in Confessions
Miracle or Mistake?
While my mother was pregnant with me in her sixth month, her gallbladder ruptured. The surgery to remove it was a success. However, it would only take a turn for something worse from there. To aid in easing her pain, my mother was put on a morphine drip. Though it did as it was intended and brought her needed relief, I was not strong enough to handle its strength. My heartbeat slowed twice, dangerously close to stopping completely, prompting immediate action to perform an emergency C-section. As I was born, doctors and nurses began working diligently to care for me.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks2 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Lost My Mother
I remember every detail of this day as if it happened yesterday. The memory of the day my world fell apart will forever be etched into my mind. Thoughts about what could have been circling my mind as I finally deal with the trauma I drowned with alcohol and drugs for years.
By Patrick Meowler2 years ago in Confessions
I Wish I'd Known These Things About My Mother
Mommy performed the unthinkable. She left Vietnam while carrying me, and she lost contact with my father in the commotion. She was so determined that despite not knowing any English, she brought all her 14 children to America without incident, tracked down my father five years afterward, and kept them all in order. She envisioned for me a better existence. I refused to follow her plan to displease the one individual I wanted to please.
By Ian Sankan2 years ago in Confessions
