Humanity
In Memoriam. Content Warning.
Tomorrow is Monday, but it is a special day: Memorial Day. So many of my friends and acquaintances celebrate having a long weekend and I get it, in our busy society, the days available to be with family and just breath are few and far between.
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 years ago in Confessions
Man Up
What is the purpose of life? We look for partners to share it with, and we desperately pursue empty dreams of hollow chalk. We devote ourselves to blind faiths and call them ‘salvation’ but pay no rendition to our acts. Shame is what we feel when we know we are wrong. When you are sure that whatever unfolded, did so because of you, for good or for bad.
By Writing For Me2 years ago in Confessions
Her American Sister
It was 1992. She was 17, a high-caste girl from a good family. I was barely 22 and fresh from a liberal arts college in Oregon. In Peace Corps training we learned that Nepalese women are demure, that they laugh quietly and keep their eyes downcast.
By Sabrina2 years ago in Confessions
Black Like Me; Colorism & Anti-Blackness from Black People It's Not The Media It's All of You
Friday, 24 May 2024 By: TB Obwoge "Kenyans, they're all dark, black and ugly!" I will never in my life forget this, the man who said it and that this was being said to me in Accra, Ghana.
By IwriteMywrongs2 years ago in Confessions
#ShePower
There are a variety of challenges that exist for youth in rural areas such the students of Mlindazwe High School in Mgotjane, Eswatini. The rural nature of these communities in conjunction with a high school curriculum that does not include coursework in the arts, results in a lack of exposure to art, creative expression, education and employment opportunities in the creative arts.
By Sabrina2 years ago in Confessions
The Art of Redemption. Content Warning.
In the heart of a bustling city, where the neon lights danced in the night sky and the streets pulsed with the rhythm of life, there lived a man named Daniel. Once, he had been a rising star—a talented artist whose paintings had captivated the world with their beauty and depth. But that had been long ago, before the demons of addiction had consumed him, leaving behind nothing but shattered dreams and broken promises.
By HAMID ZAKARIYAU2 years ago in Confessions
Toxic Relationships: The Most Addictive Drug
As human beings it is in our nature to connect. We all crave connection and went through a period in our lives when we went without it. For most of us it started during our childhoods, coming from a household with an inconsistent caregiver. The inconsistency of this connection leaves a hole in our hearts and an emptiness that compels us to look for connection elsewhere. That elsewhere often comes in the form of unhealthy attachments like drinking and drug usage, but who would’ve ever guest that the most addictive drug came in the form of people? The most addictive drug is a toxic relationship.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Confessions
The right fit at the right time
Becoming a Peace Corps Volunteer is an opportunity I never could have imagined at this point in my professional and personal life, but the timing is actually just right. My children are adults. I am well-established in my career, and I have a breadth of knowledge, experience, and a unique skillset that I did not have to offer when I first considered the Peace Corps in my 20s. Serving in the Peace Corps is a calling that has been lingering on my bucket list since I turned 25. Now, several decades later, I am fulfilling that dream as a Peace Corps Response Volunteer on a one-year assignment in the Andean region of Colombia.
By Sabrina2 years ago in Confessions
"LIES YOUR NARCISSISTIC EX TELLS TO DEMEAN YOU". Content Warning.
I am editing this on January 19, 2025 to include this statement I will be written at the top of certain stories. This is not all about me. I author these stories about abuse to helpn others see the dilemma of being involved with people. This story and many other stories are authored by me to inform people about these psycholigical issues of relationships. There are times I "I" because the story was written in 1st person scenario. "I" does not always mean that it's about me. I am 75 years old. I actually wrote articles that were found that I wrote at 16 and 17. So,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Confessions
Very special simple gifts: my people in Georgia
Serving in the Peace Corps was among my lifelong goals and dreams. But multiple chapters of life happened when I became an adult – college, a year of (literally) traveling around the world, graduate school, marriage, family, career, community life, more graduate school, and quasi-retirement. I had to be patient, given that the opportunity didn’t arrive until 2017, when I was more than 60 years young and my husband of 33 years gave me an extraordinary gift.
By Sabrina2 years ago in Confessions
