Humanity
The Mind Hack of Being ok
When the rainstorms down and you are left in silence. Nothing but the boom of the storm and the honking of the cars. You lay at your little desk. An office of some sort. Ponding the boredom of life. Here is where it’s easiest to fall. So quick to cater to negative, intrusive thoughts. Being ok feels like you’re doing nothing. Doing the minimum or staying stable. The urge or lust for more also creeps up. Sometimes it does it at an enormous rate. Looking back at past experiences for no reason, remembering old fights that once made you mad. Opening up wounds that were already healed. All these possibilities and then some and for what, because you can’t handle the act of being ok.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Confessions
My Search for Inner Peace
I look at the newness of the pencil in my hand and smile. Graphite and clay combine to form long, elegant threads of pencil lead, capable of smirching the crisp, white paper I pull from the shelf. It will be worn soon enough, I think, as I piece together my thoughts and ideas and turn them into written words.
By Sandra Hudson5 years ago in Confessions
Survival Sometimes Means Having To Face The Most Impossible Circumstances And Having To Run Directly In The Opposite Direction Of What You Might Think Of Doing Before You're Faced With Making A Decision.
I've thought about this for a while, and I think it is a story worth telling. This is a story of survival, mental health battles, trauma, and loss. I say survival first because that is the most important part of this story or any story in this crazy world, survival.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Confessions
Real life short story
How to really start? My life has always been filled with an odd amount of first person tragedy but, I know I'm not the only one. At the young age of seven I was hit by a car, tossed in the air like a ragdoll, broken left femur bone, ten skull fractures and two months of coma. Luckily I didn't suffer to much brain trauma but, I don't remember much of my childhood, even after the accident and still to this day I have some short-term memory loss. A few years later while playing on a swing, I decided to jump out of the swing, which I'm sure we all did, and my foot caught the swing, sling shots me to the ground and breaks my left forearm.Clean break. As I think back on it I surprisingly don't remember it actually hurting, I heard the snap and couldn't feel my arm but the panic overcame the pain I guess. Didn't learn anything. Still did dumb stuff thru my teens but no severe injuries, amazingly. I turned eighteen and met this beautiful woman who is now my wife, but in two thousand and five, around Halloween, leaving a party in the middle of the night after, unfortunately, drunkenly, slapped my girlfriend and karma slapped me back. BAM! Hit by another car. Tore the left calf muscle completely from the two broken shin bones, ten more skull fractures and a punctured lung. Doctors not able to find the puncture, my family and girlfriend were struck with the fact I may not make it. Miraculously the hole healed itself but, with all the damage there was still a chance I wouldn't make it. By God's grace I did. While healing and my girlfriend losing her apartment,we moved in with my parents for a while then her mom's.
By Tyler Dezern5 years ago in Confessions
I REACH MY HIGH WHEN I AM ALONE
I am a woman of many gifts and talents. I don’t mean to brag, but I write, draw, dance, cook, do hair nails and makeup, poetry, act, design clothes, facilitate programs, give inspirational speeches, counsel, de-esculate, teach, rap and sing. Lastly, I took piano lessons, but I “play by ear,” better than “by the book.” So, it’s safe to say I can play an instrument too.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Confessions
The Way
Every day we JUST ... LIVE... LIFE. We sleep, work, eat, clean, sleep, work, eat, clean and just keep repeating that over and over, day after damn day. We get used to it, as we are raised/conditioned to study hard in school to get into college, go to college to get a good paying job, or get into the trades, regardless of the type of employment we are working 5 days a week 8 hours a day (and that is not even the norm any more, some people are working 6 to 7 days a week and endless amount of hours). We are beating our brains, bodies and sanity into the ground. All for that pay check to pay the bills, to have the big fancy house, the luxury vehicle. Some are working to just to barely survive, barely coming up with the rent/mortgage, food, clothing, putting gas in their vehicle.
By Melanie Sorockti5 years ago in Confessions
The Sunsetting Lies of Morning People
The Dawning Truth about Night Owls - Why staying up late is linked to health problemselemental.medium.com During his time in the Oval Office, Barack Obama was a self-proclaimed “night guy” who tended to stay up well past midnight despite his early morning duties. His predecessor, George W. Bush, was usually in bed by 10 and often started his workday well before seven a.m., a habit most normal people find unbelievably annoying.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Confessions
The barn and the storm
On a very cold and very dreary night in a obscure part of town, lived an old battered barn that had seen better days. There was very little sunlight and the nights seemed to last forever. There was a quiet, yet mysterious aura about the place. It seemed to have a presence that could not be explained.
By Laura Dvoran5 years ago in Confessions
WHAT TRULY MAKES ME FEEL ACCOMPLISHED, SUCCESSFUL AND HAPPY
I remember working for someone many, many years ago and reaching a point when I received a sort of promotion in the form of more money towards my salary. Even though I appreciated receiving more for the work I was putting in, because I did deserve it, as I am extremely reliable, serious and hardworking, that did not make me happier or feeling more accomplished or believing of myself to be successful. And that’s because success to me translates to something totally different than what might signify to you or to other people.
By Annaelle Artsy5 years ago in Confessions
Who is this I see in the mirror?
During a time of surviving life, I woke up after the storm walking thru what was left behind, I didn’t really know who I was or where did I fit in. Here I was, a woman that had survived two failed marriages, divorce, single parenting, depression, regrets, emotional breakdown, and identity loss. So what now? That was the question I faced with empty nest and all this time to do whatever I wanted to do. Except for one thing, I had nothing to do. I feared falling back into depression, but I was determined that I would find me and continue to be the strong woman that came out of all of this standing. The sound of the quiet was so noisy each day I woke up with a plan to do nothing. As a woman that wore so many hats, I needed to be fulfilled and I needed something to do. All that time of just trying to hang on and survive, it never crossed my mind that one day my days and nights would all look the same. I had no one to grow old with. The children had left to start their own journeys. My friends had their spouses. All of my peers had retired and just enjoying the fruits of their labor. But as a late bloomer and working jobs to just make it over, I was still out of my league.
By Olivia Crump5 years ago in Confessions
