Childhood
Healing from Within: My Feelings of Inadequacy and Seeking Self-Love. Content Warning.
I'm tired of hearing that I have no reason to feel how I feel. I'm tired of hearing that I lacked nothing and that my parents gave me plenty - everything they could sacrifice.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Confessions
EMBRACING THE DRAGON WITHIN
The strings of power, courage, and determination that weave into the fabric of life are a tale of empowerment, fighting hardship, and raising from the ashes. My mother and my sister, who have been my major supports in life, materialize as living human manifestations of a dragon, each presenting a portion of the legendary living being’s shifting characteristics. Meanwhile, I analyze what strings define me. I try to describe power as acknowledging the fact that I am vulnerable and not. It is a barely heard rumble that shatters the silence within the flow of taking gracefully and steadily wherever it may take me. The unseeable courage reflects in my mother, a person with a life punctuated by hardships and achievements.
By Annie Amalaha 2 years ago in Confessions
My early internet life. Content Warning.
Hi, you all don't know me, why would you? I left my days of running large accounts in the past, staying low profile for 10+ years, but as I've been seeing people talking about a creator with a bigger platform than mine, using he/they pronouns and has been posting about how older people should not be dating barely legal teens, and them using an audio from a popular singer, things have been brought up, and I hate it, but it's not something I personally did wrong. This is my story, so obviously the names will be changed at any point names are used.
By Tania Pangia2 years ago in Confessions
Regret, Guilt and Anger
In the quaint setting of Kasese District In the pearl of Africa, amid picturesque hills and winding streams, resided a young man named Mbusa Chrispus. His existence seemed entwined with a tapestry of remorse, culpability, and frustration, all spun from the threads of misfortune and unseized opportunities.
By Chrispus Mbusa2 years ago in Confessions
Do you remember your favorite childhood snack?
In the peaceful village of Evergreen Hollow, nestled among gentle hills and lush forests, lived a young lad named Crispus. With eyes resembling chestnuts and a heart as pure as a mountain spring, Crispus exuded innocence and joy. Yet what truly distinguished him from his peers was his deep affection for a cherished childhood indulgence - golden cookies.
By Chrispus Mbusa2 years ago in Confessions
My Last Family Vacation. Content Warning.
Have I ever told you about the time I met my mother's online fling? Long story short- I was not happy with her. My parents were getting a divorce. I was 16 years old and angry at the world for creating me. I spent the entire time sulking. It was a fun vacation don't get me wrong. But a two week long road trip with your family takes it's tole on anyone.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Confession: Healing and Transformation
In a world where vulnerability is often seen as a weakness, the act of confession stands out as a powerful tool for healing and transformation. Confession, in its essence, is the act of acknowledging one's faults, mistakes, or sins. While traditionally associated with religious practices, confession has a much broader application in our daily lives, offering a path to emotional, mental, and spiritual growth.
By BLESSING COOL 2 years ago in Confessions
A Song of Gratitude for You, Mom
Dear Mom, As I sit here, pen in hand, the world seems to quiet around me. All the hustle and bustle fades away, leaving only the echo of thoughts that have been building for far too long. It's a symphony of memories, of moments big and small, each one a testament to the incredible woman you are.
By Ahmed Latreche 2 years ago in Confessions
Be Strong or Die
You have to know who you are in this world, or you will perish. This is even more true for woman since the world is constantly telling them what they can and cannot be. Throughout my life I've seen and met some amazing woman that have told me things they've had to do to survive that not only baffle me but make me question the world and its methods entirely. The first one I can think of is my mother. Of course, everyone's Mother is their hero and for good reason. They are the first ones to hold us tightly and show us unconditional love for who we are and who we become. My mother was no different. When I was growing up, she always made me feel less than. The first memory I have of her is not one that is loving, but one where she is screaming at someone, some person or something. I was never told I love you; she never hugged me after doing anything perfect and I could never exceed her expectations. She wanted the world for me and in her eyes the only way I would get that far was brutal punishment. Every day I was called lazy at least once a day from childhood until I left the house. She was unrelenting in this aspect and made sure that I was not worthy to breathe her air or be in the same space as her. There were days when I would ask questions about myself hoping she would verbally come to my rescue and of course she never did. My soul was crushed when I went into the house and when I left the house it felt like my great daily escape. "You are not who you think you are, and you will never amount to anything". "I know you can get A’s, but you bring home B's on purpose and you prove to me how stupid you really are". I was in trouble every year in school for physical violence, verbal abuse and stealing every year until high school, and the only reason it stopped then was because I lost all energy and love for myself to fight back in that way. Each and every time violence was met with more violence. No one asked me what was going on at home. It wasn't their job to understand why I wanted to hurt myself and others. It was their job to punish me for the way that I thought and my actions that followed. "You're dumb just like your father". "Why can't you be normal like Kris and Leonardo?" I blamed her for my childhood being dark and the looming clouds I have over me to this day. Still through all of that she taught me to be kind to other people. She knew that as "dumb" as I was other people were even worse off mentally than I was, and she made sure to tell me that I was supposed to take care of them. Even in that I was a failure to her, but as long as I didn't lose my smile around others the facade could be kept up that I was going through the same things as everyone else. I kept that smile into my adulthood, and it serves me well as a mask.
By Tetrenius2 years ago in Confessions
10 Root Causes of Divorce in Kenya
Divorce rates in Kenya have been on the rise, reflecting shifting societal norms and dynamics. While divorce is a complex issue influenced by various factors, here we unravel the top 10 root causes contributing to marital dissolution in Kenya.
By alex kimuyu2 years ago in Confessions
