Secrets
Thank you
I’m only 44 years old and I’ve been through many trials and tribulations in my short life so far. The one thing that they have taught me is that my biggest fear is being who I truly am because I feel I would be judged and rejected. According to the many expectations that my loved ones had for me, I feel like a failure. According to the talents and abilities that others saw in me that I didn’t use, I feel worthless. Would haves, could haves, and should haves haunt my mind every single minute of every day. At this point in my life, I feel like I have more time behind me than I have ahead of me. And yet as I am here today in my forties, I see it as a miracle because in my twenties, I didn’t think I would live this long. So, this open letter is to everyone who has nurtured me, energized me, corrected me. To the ones who saw and believed things for me and in me that I am still struggling to see in myself. And to those who see me for who I truly am and love me unconditionally. I pray that before your eyes close that I will make you proud.
By Tara Branche4 years ago in Confessions
Takes a Village
To the community and state that raised me, My Class of Warriors I lost my mother to death and then I lost my father to grief for her. Then the Man Above had the village stand up and I was given more to replace the two. I can't lie when I found out the truth about my mother I was furious. I was furious that I was left to be raised by a woman pretending to be about something my father needed at the time. I was furious he grieved so HARD for her that he became the father I grew to loathe. Never a father only a “warden” trying to lock me away for life and be a good little Cinderella. That is till I escaped for my own sanity into the big bad world and the arms of my community. A community that saw my struggles from a distance and felt sympathy for my single father trying to raise a sick daughter. I thank you all for the mercy. From the ones that let me stay in their homes and rest my head so I wasn’t homeless on the streets I thank you. To the ones that fed me when times became hard I thank you. To the ones that helped me study and stay on top of my studies to graduate on time for reals I thank you. To the elders that took my wayward, rebellious self into their hearts to guide as if you birthed me yourself; no words could ever explain how much you guys are the greatest gifts of all time He sent my way. To whoever found my body in the gutter that fateful night and returned my Id and iPod to my dad’s doorstep thanks for that. I appreciate each and everyone of you I’m here today because of the mercy and loved you showed me.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Confessions
My Experience with Shadow People!!
My Own Shadow Experience! When I was a young woman, I saw Shadow People consistently. So much so that I used to tease that someday I might accidently hit a real human thinking it was just Shadows. In those days they looked almost like a Druid, but with hooded like lettermen's jackets rather than cloaks. For a couple of decades these experiences went away. Life happened and I was very absorbed in it.
By Melissa Hackett4 years ago in Confessions
I Met You Before
Passing by a crossway passing you by you stare at me with a I know you sign look in your face. I stare back and noticed that I know you from somewhere could not remember. Later that day crossing back to head home I see you again and you noticed me again and I just look your way and smile at you. Okay your smiling back do we know each other I keep thinking he looks so familiar.
By Marian Cavazos 4 years ago in Confessions
To The Unsung Heroes
I pull into a parking space of the small shopping center that houses my therapist’s office. The drab brown buildings loom before me as I sit in my car dreading the next hour of my life. Today’s the day. I’d been seeing this therapist to help with my stress levels and anxiety, PTSD as some would call it, from the various traumas in my life. My ‘98 Honda CRV’s dash says its five minutes until one. I guess I should head in now and get checked in. I get out of my car and walk toward office 2A. Opening the door, I enter the brightly lit reception area with its yellow walls and paintings of flowers and smiling people. I walk to the front desk where the perky receptionist, wearing her dark purple scrubs greets me with a bright smile.
By Belle Connor4 years ago in Confessions
My Secret Superpower Self-Compassion
I’m at the Carl Jung Institute in Houston, Texas. I love psychology and have been drawn to it since college. How the mind works fascinate me and gives me tools of how to live. One of the greatest lessons I was ever taught in my life was that you couldn’t control other people or the world, but you can manage your reaction to them.
By Sarah Bellum Mental 4 years ago in Confessions
So...For Now I'm Staying
I've been struggling with Identity Crisis and a desire to leave for awhile now. But...as such things go, one can only hem and haw for so long. One can only metaphorically be Notre Dame for so long. Life the cold heartless bitch that she is...eventually forces you to pick or create a new side and declare you Conference Affiliation if you will. If you don't know who your family is and don't declare or create your own, you're always going to be lost and confused.
By Sean S4 years ago in Confessions
Mom & Wife's Secret "Second-Life" (after bedtime)
By now, I've been silently and gladly sittin' on this secret for over two years.. It's a secret I never actually intended on having, and I most definitely never thought something like this would end up being my family's "saving grace."..
By Britts & Pieces4 years ago in Confessions
