Humanity
Till’ Dawn
The ringing in my ears never ends, a ringing somewhat reminiscent of a siren continues to play in the background of my mind as if it were white noise. Along with it comes a soft fuzzy feeling, one that fills my body as if I’m wearing headphones and playing white noise at excruciating volumes. There has always been a presence of this noise, never ending, and not too forgiving. My limbs tighten and restrict my breathing somehow in a manner of their own, creating their own sensations to add to a cocktail of anxiety. Whenever I inhale, air comes to me in separated, and stiff breaths, allowing just enough precious oxygen to keep my vision cloudy, and my body alive.
By Cassidy. 4 years ago in Confessions
How Anorexia Nervosa and Bulimia Affect Me
After almost 10 years of struggles and fights, I have barely recovered from Anorexia Nervosa. Even though I eat reasonable amount of healthy food, I am still on vitamin pills. If I don’t take my pills, I become very weak, and I cannot work efficiently. It seems that I haven’t come yet to fill up the gaps of around 5 years of repulsion toward foods.
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis4 years ago in Confessions
let go
I awoke to a war of famine and death. I felt my fear begging me to seek what I was becoming. The conquest to save a brother from a hell produced by a systematic destruction. See I was one buried alive too. I know the pain that you feel for I have been apart of it. I stood slowly as my heart rate increased. "There you go." "Get up." she said once more. I inhaled slowly and over filled my lungs. I relished in the intensity. I let the vision awaken. I allowed the rust to fall from my flesh and muscles. I exhaled completely and acknowledged the adrenaline flooding my veins. Steady. Do not let it over throw you. The conflict of the storm has arrived. There is no more time to wait. There is no more time for rest. You are exactly where you are supposed to be. You have granted permission to thy self to walk through the crimson cellar door. To let it rise to the surface. The truth of your essence. The universe speaks clearly of what is unfolding and the consequence of an evil unseen in the shadows. Only sacrifice and relentless devotion to the conquest can endure the trials of a crucible of this scale.
By Samuel Bitner4 years ago in Confessions
Los Angeles Covid Cases Approach Highest Daily Total In 4 Months As Long Holiday Weekend Nears
Ahead of the July 4 weekend, Los Angeles County today reported 6,529 daily Covid infections, which is very nearly the highest total the county has seen since early February. Only the 7,209 recorded on May 31 is higher.
By whatsecret我爱你4 years ago in Confessions
I protect myself from more scars!
Here's a poem I poured my heart and soul into on life and conflict. I wrote it about being a broken-hearted wreck finding yourself in it all, and still coming out of it strong, realizing as imperfect as we are, it is during the hard times were strengthened into beauty. Still perfect once we learn to accept it as part of us instead of being ashamed of who we are.
By Irene Mielke4 years ago in Confessions
Five Regrets Most People Have at the End of Their Lives according to Bronnie Ware
I have an obsession with reading and studying regrets in life. It has fascinated me since I was a kid. As a nurse, I had the opportunity to ask my patients questions about regret and death. The conversations never started with me asking, yet it was an evolution.
By sara burdick4 years ago in Confessions
Walking through Thunderstorms
I can remember when I started to feel anxiety back in childhood. In a crowded room, I always felt so overwhelmed that I started to cry. If I felt like I couldn’t do something right the first time, I cried. Even in my 30’s, if I feel like I don’t have the ability or can’t comprehend such a monumental task ahead of me, I cry.
By Kristen Christensen4 years ago in Confessions
The Salty, Sweet, & Shit List
--- I've always really wanted to use profanity in a title, maybe it started when I was ballsy enough to write "bastard" on my Grade 11 English exam. In university I wrote also wrote "fuck" multiple times to answer a question about literature and the Holocaust on an exam. But I digress, as an elementary school teacher I have to stay "professional". Though this is not the classroom. Thank fuck.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Confessions
