Secrets
Passion.
What brings inner peace? For each person I find that you get a different answer. For some, it’s just sitting and watching TV. For others, it’s more complex and deeply personal. I’ve found in my life that there’s a lot of things that can bring my joy and some peace for a short while. However, with how chaotic and busy I’ve been the last year and a half, it’s left little room for those types of things.
By Juliet Napier4 years ago in Confessions
The Rainbow Diaries
July 25, 2021 I really enjoy coloring. Something about a pen, a marker, a pencil moving in one particular motion or in one particular path soothes me, it takes my mind off of other things. And I’ll create patterns too, little rainbow spirals or orange and black stripes. Coloring in a coloring book is incredibly therapeutic for me. I am someone who struggles with depression, anxiety, and ADHD. Thankfully the meds work and I can focus on a coloring page long enough to fill all the gaps but it better be the only thing I have to get done in that moment. But I love it. Colors are beautiful and sometimes they work well together and other times they work well apart and in the end the picture becomes a mosaic that I helped visualize and it’s that final image that always draws me back. The satisfaction of completing a piece is what brings me back.
By Andrew Clark4 years ago in Confessions
I Never Told
I have a secret. I did it. I am the cause for the turmoil that rocked the city. And it all started when I received a package well over 2 months ago. When Mike, the delivery guy, bought in the packages, I just signed for them as usual. He was such a handsome guy, I never really paid attention to what was being delivered. He knew it too. He would just say, “Sign here”. Shoot, I didn’t care. I honestly wasn’t paid enough to pay attention. Luckily for me though, Mike cared about his job, or so I thought. But I always seemed to receive all the packages that appeared on the bill of lading and if for some reason I didn’t, he made sure to deliver it the next day. In the year that he was delivering to us, we never had a problem until then.
By Patricia Brothers4 years ago in Confessions
Taxicab Bandit
I didn’t set out to be a bank robber. I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a gay, bipolar drug addict. Those are now parts of who I am, and I must own them. Being a gay child in the 1970’s was no picnic. There weren’t words for what I was, but everybody knew that I was different, and they treated me accordingly. A distant father, an overly involved mother: causes, or results of what I am? Who knows, and what difference, anyway?
By Dustin Harwell4 years ago in Confessions
THAT'S NOT WHAT I DO
I wasn't going to get an A, that's what my professor told me after examining my final entry for my Abstract Art course that semester. I apparently mixed colors too much and that was not part of the color vocabulary of the Abstract Art world. Over the semester I failed miserably to keep my colors crisp, and I was going to face the consequences for not following directions. My GPA was going to be damaged by a course that had nothing to do with my chosen profession, but which I had taken because it seemed like one of the only fun electives available. I didn't get an A, but being miles away from my home, during my first year away at a college I had never visited before moving into, I would find my inner peace at least once a week in this course I would not be acing.
By Shamaine Daniels4 years ago in Confessions
PUZZED BY WORDS
The reason I think this day stuck with me for so long was not so much why I went to the hospital but how I got there. See, we had this neighbor that was a hypochondriac. This guy would call 911 over the littlest things. Like a scratch or a papercut. Something as small as that and he would be picking up the phone and having an ambulance rushed out. Lucky for me he did just that.
By Jessie Altman4 years ago in Confessions
The social context - update
I am an autistic female in my early 40s and I currently live in the UK in a town an hour on the train from London, but I'm not British. I was only diagnosed autistic 5 years ago. I will be using both the term autistic and Asperger's in this story. I personally prefer autistic but I know for a lot of people who are not autistic themselves it means 'with associated learning disability' and that's not how I meant it.
By The Claimant4 years ago in Confessions
Puzzled by Words
Hi, as you can tell my name is Jesse Altman and I'm getting ready to tell you about my life. Before we get started I just want to give a quick introduction. I am from Dayton Ohio, born and raised. I have four brothers, one step brother and a few friends I call brother. My mom's name is Rachel, all my grandparents are passed away and I don't know my dad. Lucky for me I have many acquaintances, other friends and a pretty good size family. So you can get to know Me, my family and a little about my friends in the following pages. Thank you and have a goodtime!
By Jessie Altman4 years ago in Confessions
The Man With The Glasses
While coming home from work. I remember being so tired and my boyfriend was still at work. It was about 6:00pm in the evening and I had my 2 year old daughter with me. It was in the Month of October, so at 6:00pm in the evening living in Michigan, it gets dark quickly. I followed my daily routine of pulling into my driveway, proceeded to get my daughter out her booster seat, grabbed her diaper bag along with my purse that was also located in the back seat. I locked my car doors and put my daughter on my hip and started walking towards my house door. It’s not a big distance from my vehicle to my house so I was talking and singing to my daughter. She has always been a playful and loving baby. We finally had made it to the door, I had my keys in my hand, unlock the door and then had one foot in the door, then suddenly I had an instinct to turn around. When I pulled up to my house in the driveway nobody was in sight. As soon as I turned around the man with the glasses was so close to my face we could’ve kissed. My daughter never turned around. Now a normal person would’ve screamed instantly or panicked, but I didn’t for some odd reason. Someone was praying hard for us that night. I already had one foot in the door so I rushed and ran us in the door. I didn’t drop a bag or anything. At that time I didn’t know what he wanted because he didn’t say a word or make a sound. The man with the glasses had a smirk on his face with brown hair slicked to the back, wearing a Blue Jean jacket and wearing glasses you could spot a mile away. These were no ordinary eye glasses. They looked like Aviator Bug Eye Glasses. When he seen that I made it into the house with my daughter, he walked away like he was going for a walk in the park. He had both hands in his pockets and he started walking towards a small blue escort located directly across from my driveway. I didn’t notice his vehicle when I pulled in my driveway. I didn’t say a word to anybody, not even my boyfriend or mother of the event that occurred that night. I honestly was speechless and in major shock. Individuals always say what they would do if danger ever comes their way but when it’s facing you head on, its a different feeling you get. I remember standing in front of my door just puzzled watching him drive away and being relieved that my daughter and I was not harmed. This incident happened 8 years ago and I still remember it as if it was yesterday. Some things you just never forget. There are times I find myself sitting and thinking about this incident. Like, “Why did he end up turning around?”, “Why didn’t I scream and tell him to get away?”, Did he go looking for another victim since he wasn’t successful with my daughter and I?” and “What would’ve happened to my daughter and I if I didn’t look back quickly and walk in the door in time?”. Those thoughts still haunt me till this day. My only regret that night is that I should’ve called the police so they could be on the look out for him. It’s two things that I learned that night and constantly install into my now 10 year old daughter. I also have another daughter now but she’s only a year old. Always watch your surroundings at all times. You never know who is watching you or lurking. Always be prepared for anything. Especially, if your a woman with a child and it’s dark outside. I thank Jesus daily that guardian angels we’re watching over us that night. Remember to always keep your eyes open and expect the unexpected.
By Stephanie Pryor4 years ago in Confessions
