Humanity
My first ever counselling session
I will never forget my first counselling session. After repetitive pleas from my friends to go, I finally booked an appointment. Even then, as I was booking, I was still skeptical. I had deluded myself into believing that I was supposed to do it all on my own, that I needed no help.
By Ruth4 years ago in Confessions
An Ode to My Youth. Top Story - December 2021.
As my 25th birthday looms, I can't help but think about all the time I spent dreaming as a kid. Fixating on all the issues in the world that I would never have any direct control over. The countless hours I spent with my iPod Nano playing the melodies that would later launch me into moments of deep nostalgia. As the remnants of my childhood self start to fade and I evolve into this girl woman who aims to take the world by storm.
By Loraina Calderon4 years ago in Confessions
Beyond These Walls
The woman standing in front of me is my neighbor but she doesn’t know it. She lives in the unit on the other side of my flat’s northwestern corner wall. And as much as I'd like it, we may not actually share a wall at all, just the empty space in between plywood sheets where mice and rat droppings—and hopefully no snakes—might be found.
By Elle Kim4 years ago in Confessions
When I decided to Heal.
At the end of 2019, I created a list of things I wanted to manifest in the new year. I wrote them down in my journal and from there I created my ritual of bringing in the new year. I put all my intentions one by one on a piece of bay leaf. Then, I stood outside and prayed to my ancestors while I allowed the sage to burn and the smoke to protect me from any negative energy along with some tobacco and palo santo. Afterwards, I spoke my intentions out loud before I burned each individual bay leaf in the fire. I was done shortly after midnight and it was now 2020 and I felt like great things would be coming my way.
By Kenji N. Lockett4 years ago in Confessions
The Spunky 5-Year Old and the Dingy Old Crucifix
I Met A Little Boy Every time I switch out purses, I come across my dingy old crucifix. It’s a silver and gold-colored crucifix with green gemstones and is made of some sort of plastic material. It is missing one gemstone. A spunky 5-year-old little boy with beautiful green eyes gifted the crucifix to me. His name was Timothy.
By Debbie4 years ago in Confessions
How Overthinking Impacted My Life
Sometimes when i'm over thinking I just stop for a second take a big breath, and stare at the room for a minute. In that minute I realize that my mind is blank and I feel relieved, relaxed, lighter, and calm. It's crazy how intrusive thoughts can be, and the fact that other people don't even think or worry the way we do, I wish I was as lucky as they are. Although I have been working on myself mentally it definitely is exhausting trying to find your mind every single day. I actually just recently learned that not every one over thinks and that it is actually a form of anxiety. My whole life since I was in preschool I used to worry about what other kids thought of me, if I looked stupid, if what I said was stupid. I used to think no one liked me when I wouldn't even talk to anyone. I used to think everyone would look at me and make fun of me when in reality the whole entire time they probably really didn't care, I mean after all we were just kids at the time. You can imagine how tough it was to finish my entire school years feeling that way, and to top it off I had the biggest heart so of course my feelings were heart very, easily. People used to tell me I was literally the nicest, and I was. I cared about other people and their feelings but it might have been due to the fact that I really believed they all felt the same way I did. I wish I would have known then what I known now so many people did not deserve the satisfaction of having me around. Was I bullied? I think so. I hate thinking about those times cause it makes me feel sick, and sad. I did nothing to deserve hate. I did nothing to deserve those nights where I stayed up crying and I couldn't even tell people what was wrong. I hated that I couldn't even go out without thinking that everyone around me was whispering about me, I felt ugly, alone, at some points, yes plural, I did think about taking the easy way out but I couldn't do that to my parents, they gave me everything as a child and I always hated myself for feeling unhappy when I wanted to be so bad, I had everything I ever wanted, my family was great to me. It's so crazy how much I have changed, I still do over think and have bad anxiety but I am learning how to manage it, and I am going to beat this. It has caused so much damage to my life as it has impacted the way I live, the way I act, the anger that I have built up inside of me. It definitely impacted my relationship and I used to tell my husband that he deserved better, but he stuck around. He stuck around and I am thankful for him every single day because if it wasn't for him I probably would not be here today. Now I wake up every morning and express my love and gratitude towards him and I know he loves it, and I hope it was worth it. The next step in my journey is expressing my love towards my parents, my siblings, I mean they know I love them but like I said I had trouble expressing myself back then, I just want them to know that I have loved them and I will protect and cherish them every single day of my life. We will fight this fight together because I can see the pain in their eyes. Anxiety and overthinking will no longer take over my life.
By Maria D4 years ago in Confessions
Me, Myself, and Time
People may ask a simple question about life are open or not; Well, this is her story because there is something that she needs to get out of her chest, and if she does not say anything, then she will be completely broken on the inside and never have a chance to speak out. She keeps thinking that if she told her childhood, it would help her heal from the broken piece of insecurities and emotional scars;
By Lynda Young4 years ago in Confessions
Through the eyes of another dimension.
Identity, The definition of identity is who you are, the way you think about yourself, the way you are viewed by the world and the characteristics that define you. An example of identity is a person's name. The difference or character that marks off an individual from the rest of the same kind, selfhood.
By Brian Keith4 years ago in Confessions
Lets Eat.
My journey with food has been my longest and most tumultuous of relationships. When it was good , I was embracing in all hedonistic fantasies that happily clouded my vision for decades. I failed to accurately see what it was really doing to me, I ate with out regard, remorse or regret. Coming from a culture where to refuse an offering is a huge insult i grew up just going with the flow and doing as told. During those teenage/hormonal years were i was combating a changing body from the inside and out along with shock of having a period and coming to terms with the fact that this was to be my life sentence without the possibility of parole for the next twenty to thiry years, I foun solice and comfort in pan dulce or Hostess lemon pies. I showed equal love from flour and corn tortillas as well as a massive variety of breads. Life was good...or so I thought.
By Las Matamaridos4 years ago in Confessions
Christmas; The double edged sword
Ah, Christmas time, The season for giving- Not just giving gifts but giving joy. The holiday season is a flurry of presents, relatives, snow, and songs- Its the time where families gather and play games, Where siblings argue over things that happened a decade ago and still proceed to sit down at family dinner as if they hadn’t been at each other’s throats twenty minutes before.
By 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 ☾4 years ago in Confessions
