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Life of Invisibility. Content Warning.
No matter what I do what I try and no matter how positive and supportive I can be I still feel I get stabbed in the back and suffer and in turn I have to ask for help over and over in the end the only result there is; is me becoming invisible but it is understandable when it comes to your friends because who wouldn’t be tired of me or you always asking for help, it’s draining the life out of you. I even tell myself I will only be there for my friends from hereon. I will never ask for a favor or ask for help. But here we go again, can you help me? I am so fed up asking for help and it’s only because I tried helping other people I myself get burned. And I look at my life, and ask myself what did I do to deserve this? Because I try and I do my best to make my friend's life easier but here we go again. Why me? From the gecko of life it hasn’t been easy but I have fought the odds, and I tell myself I can be happy I do deserve this but over and over I get burned if it’s not my job it’s my personal life that gets hit hard. So what do you do when you are in a situation like that because if it wasn’t for my dog I would take my life and I say that because that’s how I feel, no matter how much I like to end it I know I would never do it because even if I get burned over and over I still have a lot to live for and so do you. It’s important to express yourself because then it won’t get bottled up. I have always been invisible for as long as I can remember, for example I post for help and I get 800+ views and not a single response not even words of wisdom or advice and not even a snarky comment, on top of that with my videos barely any view like three views, seven the most and that just tells me over and over how invisible I am, and writing this article why am I doing it because I know I am not alone feeling like this but why keep writing I only have 6 views for 1 of 3 or 4 articles, why waste my time to write if I am invisible? Because I lived in this invisible bubble for so long that now I am absolutely terrified of success. If it makes people cold and stabbing in the back, why would I want success? I would want success because I deserve it, because you deserve it. So I write this in hopes of lees invisibility. Now lets go again and for the best life, having faith in life is everything, if invisible at least make your life visible to yourself and make yourself happy regardless of others while still being good to others. Things we can do to express ourselves instead of bottling it up; Write and write, meditate, and go for walks and hikes anything that get us to release the toxins in our body and it’s important to find our self awareness because once we have that we can navigate our body better if it’s to eat healthy or just being able to express ourselves. Because even if we are invisible to others we are not invisible to ourselves and that is very important to remember because why shouldn’t you be happy, do what makes you smile and laugh and put it in your keepsake memory box so when we are sad we still have good memories that will beat the self doubt.
By Carolyna The Rambler2 years ago in Confessions
The last days of Larry Dean. Content Warning.
For the first time in a long time, I felt joy. My father, who resided at Seattle hospital, due to some negligence on Missoula Community Hospital, and a stupid nurse, resided there for five months. Thanksgiving was two weeks away, and all my brothers, all 13 of them, were sharing the joy alongside me.
By Jennisea Redfield2 years ago in Confessions
Mia amo, mia koro
When you think of love, you think of bumping into that just right stranger, eyes connecting with a spark, and all else seems to be just background noise. You think of kissing their lips, running tapered fingers through fluffy hair, and getting lost in emotional eyes.
By Jennisea Redfield2 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
Prince Harry has criticised Piers Morgan after the remaining parts of the royal's claim against Mirror Group Newspapers were settled
Harry says his "main goal" over how the press work proceeds. "I have faith in the positive change it will bring for us all. It's the very motivation behind why I began this, and why I will keep on owning it as far as possible."
By prashant soni2 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
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
