Humanity
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When I was in elementary school I was bullied beyond belief. I was called ugly every day by every classmate, I was bullied nonstop for being poor and having clothes that reek of mouse piss because we didn't have enough money to buy new clothes so we had to wear old clothing bagged up in storage that hadn't be cleaned regularly. I was even yelled at by my teacher when I got up to leave class because I got so tired of the bullying I just wanted to go home and cry, but he told me that I'm being childish and that I need to go back to class or he'd have me kicked out of school.
By No Introduction4 years ago in Confessions
Sound Track
Soundtrack of My Life: My Life Song A couple things you should know about me before you read this story is that for one, I am a foster care alumnus. For those of you in the back, that means I was once in foster care and completed the program. Two, I am a black woman, which means I am not only a woman but a black one. And lastly, you need to know I am a very strong individual, so when I tell you my story, I don’t want sympathy. These events have made me strong, they have made me special. Every three months or so, I speak on a panel with other foster care alumni. I try to inform youth before they leave care, I also talk to caseworkers and foster parents. I tell my story at least five times a year. In hopes that they don’t repeat the same mistakes I made, as well as advocating for other youth who may not have a voice. “Lord I give my life A living sacrifice To reach a world in need To be your hands and feet. So may the words I say. And the things I do. Make my lifesong sing. Bring a smile to you.” By Casting Crowns. This song is the perfect represention of my as of right now. My life started out very hard, and I was so angry with God. I couldn’t understand why he would let this happen to me, one thing after another. I felt there was no mercy, the only thing the world had not taken was my life. But through telling my story, and advocating for others like me, I feel my pain isn't in vain. My youth was sacrificed, and I wouldn’t change a thing. “Lord I give my life, a living sacrifice. To reach a world in need, to be your hands and feet.”
By Briana Gardner4 years ago in Confessions
January 26th
Every time we enter a new year the conversation begins again in the media, online, and at the workplace whether we should celebrate a national holiday on the 26th of January. We all know the reason why this date was chosen and why many people refer to it as Invasion Day. What I didn’t know - and let’s be honest most white people like me don’t know - is the long history of resistance that has occurred on this date-. All these events in just the last 100 years, long before January 26th became an official public holiday in 1994.
By Janon4 years ago in Confessions
Donne che emigrano all'estero
It is no longer surprising that the network brings together, aggregates and gives life to projects that come out of the virtual (but does this universe really exist?) to become real. This is the case of “Women who Emigrate Abroad”, a collection of thirty-four testimonies — excerpts from blogs, posts published on a specific Facebook page, fragments of interviews and diaries — of expat women, i.e. Italians who, by choice, for professional or family reasons, have moved abroad. The authors have very different ages and professions, they currently live in both European Union and non-EU countries. The texts are not accompanied by images and are free, each one tells about what they like best, about very different aspects of life in the adopted country. Many have emigrated because they could not find work here, due to the crisis that has hit us since 2008. Others have sought a less provincial, less moralistic place, and many, finally, have followed a love.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Confessions
The Dawning
I was being crushed under the stifling silence of the night- an intangible weight that kept pressing down and down upon my chest until I was left gasping for air. Sweaty strands of hair stuck to my face, the air muggy and thick with fog. The sea of Alethea carried with it a salty breeze that did nothing to ease the unsettling feeling in my stomach right now. I felt trapped.
By Reenaz Nawar4 years ago in Confessions
Owl Alone
One day, like Perstephanie, you might grasp an utter aloneness to existence. The usual and probably healthy response to that kind of epiphany is to take refuge in distraction. Food, chemicals, or the glass piece in your pocket. But sometimes a curious impulse opens us to lines of thinking that wind one through wonder and terror. This is the story of a day that happened.
By Emma Davenport4 years ago in Confessions
The Barn Owl on Pickard Street
First time I spotted the barn owl on Pickard Street was the winter of 2006. It was the middle of the night, and I was halfway back home right by the canal, about to cross the bridge. In fact, I wasn’t about to cross the bridge. I was flat on the pavement. There was blood everywhere: my hands, my clothes, my face. I couldn’t move. A metallic taste was coming down my throat, thick and slow. I looked up and there it was: the barn owl, high up on a branch of a leafless tree by the canal. I thought I was dying there and then, and the barn owl was going to be my only witness.
By Paul Moore4 years ago in Confessions
Have You Been Experiencing A Mental And Emotional Breakdown Too?
Not being the best at making friends, I've become sensitive at noticing trends. Of the little people I know, and from what the world has been generally "emitting" in the last few weeks - but also, through observing myself, because I am my best teacher, just as you are yours -we're experiencing a sense of restlessness, of turbulence, of disharmony. We feel pressured, compressed, ungrounded.
By Rabih4 years ago in Confessions
A mascot for injury.
Ice doesn’t work. Neither does heat. The supplements were a waste of money and now I have diarrhea to contend with on top of all this. It’s a long ways under and even farther going around when your disc is slipped. Should I use the electro shock thing? Did I have enough magnesium? Is it my psoas or QL? The arthritic hip? But the other one doesn’t feel like this. I’m telling you, that tear in 2016 did me in. Feels like it could be my kidney though. Another stone? The pain goes from here, alll the way down to here. And then sometimes my toes, but I think that’s something different. And my prostate of course, but who’s doesn’t? The urologist told me last time that alcohol can help flush it out, but I know it’s not a stone. That was different. Could still be a reason to drink though. How much Tylenol can I take if I finish the whiskey? How much whiskey do we even have left? I hope it’s enough. I should just drink water. Everything will be worse tomorrow if I get drunk tonight. Either way I should eat something. That means standing up. And that means getting off this floor. I’ll do it in a bit. Not now. Right now is the worst time I can think of.
By JMdB 4 years ago in Confessions
Stairway to the Future
Mr transition that comes and goes, you help change from one thing to another as if nobody knows. You can be smooth or you can be tough, but somehow it’s never enough. Change is hard when you know what you want, starting new good habits and keeping some old ones to start. You fought your way through, the times that were most troubling, came out stronger, with some armor and molding. You lived in the moment and built some boundaries, now it’s time to transition into the life that’s worth living.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
