Embarrassment

I WANT TO DIE
In a vibrant city teeming with the energy of life and the chaos of ambition, there resided a young woman named Emma. Emma possessed an unwavering drive, unwavering dedication, and, like everyone else, was prone to occasional missteps. However, she bore a unique burden—the weight of her own unforgiving self-judgment.
By Paloma Writes2 years ago in Confessions
Sober Super Bowl
What a nail bitting game!! I don't normally watch football, I am always there for the drinks and snacks. This year however I couldn't help but watch. My whole family is made up of 49er fans, so I was just here supporting my dad. I really thought they were going to win, but right at the last few seconds the Chiefs came in and stole the game! It almost felt like a movie. I am very proud of myself though, I stayed sober and just enjoyed myself. One of the best part is I will remember the whole day, instead of only the first part and waking up feeling horrible tomorrow.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Confessions
Love is a Many Splendored Thing
You have quality ears And a high-end nose. Grade A meat on your bones. I once worshipped whoever I was with. The writing above is an entry in one of my journals about the primary in my first polyamorous relationship. The anesthetizing effect of love on my bipolar brain is well-documented in my writing and therapist’s notes. Monogamous or polyamorous didn’t matter to me at first. What mattered was that I had someone to call my own. I wanted to have a person like a possession. I wanted an object to admire, to use when convenient, and to ignore when it suited me. Of course, I never would have articulated my desires in this way. It sounded more like “soul-mates” or “they’re my everything.” It was romantic hyperbole. Love-bombing from a disordered brain. I would knock you off that pedestal as quickly as I built it for you. I wasn’t properly medicated for my bipolar disorder until I was twenty-seven, so every relationship before that was marred by the whims of my dysfunctional mind.
By kp2 years ago in Confessions
Be my Valentine
In the celestial realm, where stars twinkled like diamonds in the vast expanse of the night sky, there existed two beings of immense power and beauty - an angel named Seraphina and a demon named Azazel. Seraphina, with her radiant wings of gold and eyes as blue as the clearest ocean, was the embodiment of purity and grace. Azazel, with his dark wings and piercing red eyes, possessed a seductive allure that captivated all who beheld him. Despite their inherent differences, they found themselves drawn to each other, their hearts entwined in a forbidden love.
By Varsha2 years ago in Confessions
I Am A Problem. Content Warning.
Introduction I know I am a problem for most people. I see it every day on Vocal and Facebook, or I think I do. Since before Christmas, it has been made clear that my work is not good enough and there is nothing I can do to rectify that.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
LOVE
Love is a complex and indescribable dance of emotions that surpasses boundaries. It is a mysterious connection that binds hearts, fostering compassion, empathy, and selflessness. Love is not a fleeting feeling, but a deep force that withstands challenges, nurturing growth and understanding. It is the warmth found in a shared glance, the comforting touch, and the unspoken language that resonates between souls. Love is both a gentle breeze and a powerful storm, capable of bringing joy, pain, and transformation. Ultimately, love is the essence of human connection, a beautiful journey that enriches the fabric of life.
By Paloma Writes2 years ago in Confessions
The History of Valentine's Day.
Valentine's Day, a day dedicated to expressing love and affection, has a long and diverse history that spans centuries and has been shaped by various cultural and historical influences. Although the modern celebration is associated with the exchange of cards, flowers, and romantic gestures, the origins of Valentine's Day can be traced back to ancient traditions and Christian history.
By Paloma Writes2 years ago in Confessions
VALENTINE
In the heart of the bustling city, where the daily commotion seemed to fade into a gentle murmur, resided a couple named Lily and David. Their love story unfolded amidst the charming cobblestone streets, cozy cafes, and the captivating glow of streetlights. As the arrival of Valentine's Day drew near, a touch of romance seemed to permeate the very air, transforming the cityscape into a canvas of love.
By Paloma Writes2 years ago in Confessions
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
A Trip Through Self-Humiliation: The Mirror's Reflection
I sat by myself in the poorly lighted room, bearing the consequences of my actions heavily on my mind. The sound of my own labored breathing is the only sound breaking the silence. I've wrestled with my old demons many nights, haunted by regretful and ashamed recollections. But I feel like I have to face them head-on tonight and admit the truth about how humble I really am.
By Chinedu Charles Okonkwo2 years ago in Confessions
One Week No Alcohol!
Well I did it! I made it 7 whole days and not one drink of alcohol, even with temptation in the house. I am very proud of myself, as a lot of times when other people drink I tend to as well. I tend to have a fear of missing out when it comes to things like that. I just wanted to let you know if you're on this journey no matter where you are, thinking about starting, I am here for you and I support you. We got this, and sometimes we have to take it one minute at a time when things feel too overwhelming.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Confessions