Humanity
No Pushing. Content Warning.
Introduction These are just some observations and thoughts on how I treat people and how they treat me. I always try to be caring and positive which is often difficult in this modern world with the fact that we can be watched and tracked 24/7 and sometimes people expect instant service and responses from you, when it is not always possible.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
Man or Bear?
Until a couple of days ago, this had passed me by. Most things do, I am pretty slow on the uptake. I was only able to wear my shell suit once at the beginning of 1992 before, having only just put it on, being late to discard it too. "I dont get it", I said, showing my partner a meme I had seen more than once in which a flame haired maiden took tea with a bear.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Confessions
What Happens When We Die?
Did you know that when we pass away, our souls undergo a life review lasting for 21 Earth days? As our spirits depart from our physical bodies, we naturally move towards a radiant light, which is the source of the reincarnation cycle. Following this, we undergo a comprehensive lifetime review, evaluating our accumulated karma. At this juncture, we face a pivotal choice: to either re-enter the cycle of reincarnation or reconnect with the ultimate source and consciousness of the Creator. Upon choosing reincarnation, we select our life paths and form soul contracts with individuals we will encounter in the physical realm, such as our parents, family, and friends. Contrary to conventional notions of heaven and hell, where some religious institutions place emphasis, karma is the sole determinant of our paths. Throughout this journey, we are accompanied by spirit guides, also known as guardian angels, who offer guidance and support.
By zed2 years ago in Confessions
A Story of My Escaping Toxic Family Dynamics
“They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.” ― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay Family is often said to be what you are stuck with, and extended family is no different. We had seemingly good relations with my uncle’s family, even though my mom kept telling stories about their nonsense ways of connecting, or better yet, lack of connection as humans to members of their own blood. She always said she didn’t want to upset my dad. He always gave my uncle’s family money to help, without expecting anything in return. Ironically, this generosity stirred envy rather than gratitude.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Confessions
I’ll Give You A Pass
Friday, October 31st, 2003. I’m in my 5th grade chorus class at Glenwood Elementary around 9am in the morning. Now me being me I was definitely getting on my music teacher’s last nerve, like I always did around that time. So in a routine fashion she sent me to the corner of the room to what you basically could say was a timeout. At some point during this timeout I found myself falling fatigue as my classmates were singing and playing instruments. It’s not uncommon for a kid to fall asleep in class, especially when they are as lazy as me, but it is a bit alarming when the kid isn’t waking up when the adult are desperate trying to wake him.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Confessions
"Power of Prayers"
The Power of Prayers As a child, I was taught the importance of prayers. My parents would kneel beside me every night, holding my hands, and praying for our family's well-being. I didn't understand the significance of those moments then, but as I grew older, I realized that prayers were more than just words – they were a connection to something greater than myself.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
It's Part of My Testimony
I woke up around 4am and used the bathroom. My stomach was growling. I ate a salad for dinner so It was pretty light. The first thing came to my mind was I hope Madelyn isn't hungry. She's a toddler and I'm an adult and her portion was heavier than mine but she's a baby. Sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to feed her eventhough we get foodstamps every month. Cause of our diet it doesn't really last. I wish we could go to Dallas or Boston because those are the only places I submitted applications for housing. Other than that I'm trying to see what money I have to invest into something to create more money. I have about $300 coming in a month. I also have two ideas outside the youtube channel. My affirmation cards and the money binder, but I can't run a business out of a business because we're in temporary housing. So I'm putting all my energy into my youtube channel and I've seen significant increase in followers it's just not monetized yet. When I cry in front of her she tells me to breathe and its going to be ok but of course she doesn't understand my worry. To not be able to feed your child. That literally breaks my heart cause I been the one handing out food at the pantries to other moms. Lord knows I need clothes and comfortable shoes because I hurt my foot and my ankle is swollen. Having diabetes doesn't help it either. Being a victim is not for me, but sometimes i don't know how I'm going to do all of this. Child support and court I rather not for my own sanity but neither is struggling. I rather depend on God anyway, he always come through. Worrying doesn't help either, I'll just fast so my child can eat. Writing this really breaks my heart because I'm usually the giver, but I sinned. My daughter is a BLESSING & I love my daughter but I have so many regrets I can't seem to let go of. Like coming back to my hometown after having a successfull career out of town. That ruined my life but I also feel like my faith is bigger than my downfalls. Finding the strength is what's keeping me grounded. Letting Go of all the past has put me in a position to start from scratch in my life. The worrying has to be let go of, that doesn't solve anything. Imagine waking up with all this on your mind as a parent. Financial security is one of thee only things I think of when it comes to her. I haven't even wrote a poem lately because I can't get into my creativity. Were trying to find a home in a decent area. Managing this low income and taking care of a growing toddler with no one to depend on. Jesus! Times like this I just keep my head high cause one thing I'm not doing is quiet quitting or giving up on her. It's really hard to change my thoughts but I know it'll get better. He didn't bring me this far to give up on us. Three years in by myself. Since I'm staying in a temporary shelter, focusing on quality time and hugs is going to get us by. I'm promising my child that once I get out of here it's up. This story is going to be part of my testimony. I know I can. I can, I can, I can. Have to plug that affirmation in my brain. We lost everything, but material things can be replaced. On my life I know this season won't go in vain.
By I Am Sav Renee2 years ago in Confessions
pilot. Content Warning.
In the tumultuous landscape of Lamar's life, the struggle for survival began long before he could even comprehend its implications. From the earliest days of his existence, he was thrust into a world where adversity loomed large, casting shadows that threatened to engulf his very soul. Born into a reality shaped by violence and neglect, Lamar's journey was one marked by hardship and heartache, yet also by moments of profound resilience and unwavering hope.
By lamar breaux2 years ago in Confessions
the fall of hope . Content Warning.
In the heart of a weathered neighborhood, where the sun seemed hesitant to shine and the streets whispered tales of hardship, there lived a boy named Lamar. His name carried echoes of hope, yet his story was woven with threads of adversity and resilience. From the moment he entered this world, Lamar's innocence was both a blessing and a burden, a light that flickered defiantly in the face of darkness.
By lamar breaux2 years ago in Confessions
The Mirror of Self-Reflection'
As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but stare at the stranger staring back at me. The eyes, the nose, the lips – everything was familiar, yet somehow, it didn't feel like me. It was as if I was gazing at a mask, a disguise that I had been wearing for so long that I had forgotten what lay beneath.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Only By Chance
I'd managed to get a decent rest and wake slowly, my eyes adjusting to the later morning light and my mind free of overbearing, scattered thinking swirling around in my skull as it certainly does at times. Last night I tossed and I turned for quite some time before smoking a joint made up of scrapes of tobacco from the fireplace shelf and stems of weed snapped and broken up into a smokable product. I chewed another half a pill along with it, enough to cause a temporary numbing effect, and after finishing the remainder of wine I managed to doze into a restful slumber. I stirred a morning coffee from the jar I'd been given by the help service that offers food and toiletries and bus tickets, those sorts of things for people in need. There was no kettle in my room and no kitchen for us to use, so I made a lukewarm coffee with hot water from the bathroom tap. Returning to my room from the wet street outside where I'd smoked two cigarettes I fell into a state of unwanting. My consciousness told me I had to play guitar and I ignored it for a moment. It told me I needed to write down a line that I'd just thought of and I ignored that too. I decided I needed to do nothing at all except simply watch the drizzling of rain fall from the clouded view of the sunlight-struck windows in my upstairs room. To pause and observe the supposed necessities that my brain conjured up, when all that was needed was to be, brought peace. It was becoming quite obviously easier to sit with myself and allow myself to be present, right here in the heart of life where nothing peculiar or spectacular occurred. Many days in the past week since I'd arrived I had enjoyed people watching in the way my Mother had taught me. This, and watching the birds and feeling the sun and thinking of the clouds and reading a book and tasting the wine, all things I could do, to be. I am here.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Confessions
