Secrets
The Fight to Survive
It all started in August of 1992 when I started dating my daughters’ father when I was nineteen years old. I fell madly in love. I loved his big kind heart, the love and attention he gave me. We did almost everything together. He spoiled me and always made me feel like a million dollars. Unfortunately, the alcohol and drug use would change that loving, kind-hearted man that I loved so much into a monster. During the wonderful times, there was abuse. I stayed for many years because I knew he wasn't always this person. I loved him so much that I was blinded by it. I seriously thought that he would change, and I could help him do that. Through the next six years and five months, I was physically, sexually, emotionally, and mentally abused. I can recall several incidences in detail, however, I am sure there are plenty that I have unconsciously blocked out.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Confessions
Free Will
Dear Diary, If I die I want the world to know that I was murdered. It has been a couple years since the police found me in that basement wrapped in a filthy blanket on the dirt floor. I was held captive there for what felt like years but had only been 5 months. The man that owned this place had kidnapped me while I was out on my nightly run near the college I attended. I thought it would be fine in our small town to take my runs by myself since everyone knew each other here. But I was horribly wrong and fell victim to a psychopath who was passing through.
By Ash Adams4 years ago in Confessions
My History with the A Word
*Trigger Warning: Brief mention of suicide. Nine or Ten I was either nine or ten years old when I first heard the A word. The exact moment escapes me, but I know I was in the third grade. There was a boy (we’ll call him Ron) that I had met the previous school year, and it was clear right off the bat that he was different. He was obsessed with computers, he’d always point out when a light in the room was flickering, and he said “Good job! Yay!” whenever he completed a math problem. He was an odd kid, but everyone seemed to like him.
By Cat the Autist4 years ago in Confessions
Love, Alone
Love, Alone. It was only as I walked with him back to Grand Central that I saw the fear return to his eyes. A paradox I couldn’t understand then, he seemed to exhale in relief of its return. For a brief time, he’d cast aside that horror he carried around like a talisman. But it became clear that he found comfort in fear. He’d never really loved a woman, but I know now that he clung with desperation to the security of being terrified by them.
By Heather Richmond4 years ago in Confessions
Turning point
The one moment that was the turning point and changed my life forever was when I attempted suicide. My life before was O.K. I did have depression and intrusive thoughts. I was never officially diagnosed with depression. That was part of the problem. Do not wait to get help. If you need help, please get it.
By Jeremy White4 years ago in Confessions
Change: an Inspiration
In the beginning, beginning of what, you ask? That’s hard to say, for sure. There has been numerous, too many to count, “beginnings” in my life. On the same token, just as many endings. Throughout my existence, I have been forced to stop, look around, and look in the rearview of my life. The universe, at times, saw fit to present me with a reckoning; thrusting upon me the need to evaluate myself. Ultimately, at the crux of each of these trials, I found myself at a crossroads, with multiple paths and choices I could take. Naturally, some were good decisions, while others—well, you know.
By Eric Neugin4 years ago in Confessions
Love thy neighbor
All I can tell you for sure is that I am in love with a man. This man is still a mystery to me. I don’t know how I should feel about him. Should I love him? Should we just stay friends? I like him a lot, and I can only imagine his feelings for me.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Confessions
The wrong attention or lack thereof can be damaging
Not having either of your parents in your life is a tough thing for any child to go through growing up, especially when the circumstances for which you are living take a toll on your life later down the line. The responsible adult in that child's life may not foresee the cautionary and damaging effects it may have on their children's lives when they isolate the other parent, constantly argue in front of the child with the other parent, blame the child for what the adults are doing wrong, or even distancing themselves from their children in any way. All these little things that our parents do while we are young will affect our adulthood, either good or bad, and parents should take more precautions on the actions that are being presented to the children in the household.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 4 years ago in Confessions
I Saw The End Of The World
I had already been in a bad state myself. Leaving the nest, as they say, was no easy transition. It certainly didn't come without it's heartbreaks. Living with my father had become a nightmare. Aside from the Bed Bugs eating me alive every night, and forcing me out of sleep for weeks and weeks on end, my father was allowing my step-mother to stay with us even after discovering she was the cause of the infestation. I never really liked her then. She was always mad. And they always argued. On top of it all, I was working a job that was killing me. Working until the late hours, then coming home to get mauled by a bunch of parasites, then being rattled awake by the constant screaming that would ensue most every morning between my father and his "lover"; you could see why I would eventually find myself standing in the middle of the hallway with a match and a dream.
By NànZ4 years ago in Confessions
Release the Cracken!
Hair, is one of the major concerns in the day of a woman. To be a picture perfect example of the “modern” woman spend a lot of time on their hair. They force their hair to be something that it really is. Hot irons, dying, brushing, and tons of products applied to the locks. I for one am guilty of mistreatment of my hair.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Confessions
