Childhood
Reflecting and Healing
As I am writing this (kind of late as usual...but hey it's just about to be 11pm so I am making progress LOL) I am 9 days without alcohol. When I say I am feeling all the feels, I am feeling EVERYTHING. A YouTuber that I follow is actually quitting alcohol as well. She made a Instagram post today and a quote she used was "you have to feel to heal." I really love that, because it's so true. No matter if you drink, or do anything else a lot of times we are trying to numb our feelings because it's easier than feeling them. Today I was doing a lot of reflecting on when I started this journey truly for the first time 5 years ago. I began to realize so many things and why I was so unsuccessful staying sober.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Confessions
Peace has enemies
Even peace has enemies, there are some people out there who definitely don’t like peace, so isn’t it arrogant of you to think you won’t have enemies. I don’t think there is anybody since the history of creation who hasn’t been controversial or can’t be, everybody at some point makes enemies, regardless of your actions or words sometimes. Somewhere, somehow, someone already hates you either because of your ethnicity, race, nationality, religion, skin color or even gender. I am guessing that’s just the beauty and diversity of the human nature, it would have been pretty boring if we all just got along easy-peasy without any problems.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
1957
Introduction This is post number 1957. 1957 is the year I was born, and one or two other things happened. I was born in 1957 in Mount Street Hospital Preston, across the street from Preston Catholic College where ten years later I would start my secondary education (I was ten, normally you had to be eleven). I started Primary school at four, my mum Margaret had taught me to read so I was well-prepared for each educational start, but I never got as far as university and in the year 2000, I was told I would never work again because I did not have a degree.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
Things feel different now
I first want to start by saying a huge THANK YOU to all of your support on my "Back to Square One" post! To everyone one that took the time to read it, read and comment, even subscribe to me, it means the world to me and you will never know how it's truly helping me. This also made top story and I am honestly speechless, I just couldn't be more grateful. Thank you everyone again from the bottom of my heart.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Confessions
What you are up against
I think it will come as no surprise for me to say that the world is evil and corrupt. It doesn’t take much to shift into the dark side, far from me to justify the evil people do, but that decision sometimes is one of survival or greed. It's a lot easier to be an evil person than it is to be a good person and so many people make that choice when enough pressure is put on them, I don’t think there is anyone who intentionally likes his life to be difficult, so it takes the battle to the moral ground.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
My life starting... now. Wait, no. Now. Actually...
I do this thing every year where I buy journals and calendars and planners-- yes, all plural-- with jumbo aspirations to fill them up. I start plotting and designing ways for me to really change my life this time. Never mind how the past few months went and how much I still have left on my previous plates, I prefer to focus on the days ahead.
By M. Lee, MFA2 years ago in Confessions
Midnight Confessions(Her Words). Content Warning.
The town of Ravenswood lay nestled beneath the moon's watchful gaze, an intimate setting where stories unfolded in the quiet hours when the rest of the world slept. It was within this mysterious haven that midnight confessions took on a life of their own, each tale woven with threads of guilt, secrets, and the haunting need for redemption.
By FATIGUN Abayomi Adeyeri2 years ago in Confessions
I fell in love with a Felon
In a world full of judgement this is a story I never wanted to share directly in detail. Over the last two years since I began speaking with him I've posted about my feelings in a round about way, not giving to many details of our story. Through my writing on here it has brought me a lot of healing and a way to process the last two years of my life. I believe as a story teller, it's always good to share the good and the bad, but also the most vulnerable parts of your life. Not only does it help me heal, but I hope that my story could be comforting for someone else that might have went through or is currently going through a similar situation.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Confessions
