Stream of Consciousness
Dreams with Open Eyes: The Journey to a Beautiful Life
Dreams with Open Eyes: The Journey to a Beautiful Life Dreams are an integral part of human life. They fuel our ambitions, guide our actions, and give us a purpose to strive for. Everyone dreams of achieving greatness, bringing honour to their family, and reaching new heights in life. But dreaming alone is not enough to fulfil these aspirations. It takes hard work, dedication, and the right direction to turn dreams into reality.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
Dear Diary. Content Warning.
Dear Diary, Today feels like the world’s weight has finally broken me. I don’t even know how to start untangling this mess, this avalanche of poor decisions and cruel twists of fate. Maybe if I had just waited, just let the world carry me without the safety net of that phone… But I didn’t, and now I’m drowning.
By llaurren's readsabout a year ago in Confessions
Dear Disrespectful Racist. Content Warning.
Dear Narcissistic POS, It all started when you came out of training at a job. I had offered a hand to help set up your desk, so you didn’t have to get onto the floor. I did it for all the older people who were in your training class. I’m not sure how we became friends by only having small talk back and forth when I was helping around the call center when there weren't enough supervisors.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Confessions
The Struggles Behind Success: A Heartfelt Truth
The Struggles Behind Success: A Heartfelt Truth People are often drawn to the glamour of success. They admire the wealth you’ve accumulated, the recognition you’ve earned, and the prestige you now command. However, very few care to see the struggles, sacrifices, and relentless efforts that paved the way to your success.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
When The Devil Comes To Collect Your Debt. Content Warning.
I have written articles about recognizing abusive situations. I have talked in various articles about my past relationships while I was a traumatized, co-dependent, trauma-bonded youngling. I haven't in a while, because sometimes when your abuser lives nearby it sometimes creates a fear that keeps you from talking and sharing your full story. Especially when your abuser has a pretty well-off family who could and WOULD hurt you in various ways if they truly wanted to.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Confessions
GOING TO NORTH POLE.
TAKE TO WARDS THE NORTH POLE A Journey to the Extreme Ends of Earth For nearly centuries, the North Pole has intrigued humankind because of the untold stories it possesses. Located on the globe’s top, this polar desert is a place with extreme weather conditions, striking scenery, and isolation like no other. The North Pole is not just an expedition to look for a location but rather the opposite, which makes it all the more special: an uncharted voyage, a display of endurance and willpower, and a reverence towards the beautiful nature that surrounds us
By Maxamed Sharifabout a year ago in Confessions
The Villain Can Have Me
Considering how popular dark romance has been lately, or well how loudly popular dark romance has been lately, preferring the villain isn't new. I'm no different, I'll always love a "good" villain. I recently had one of my best friends look at me while we were rewatching The Walking Dead and ask me "Did you like Negan from the beginning or further into his character arc?" I grinned at her, taking my eyes off Rick, shuffling up to the "Don't Open, Dead Inside" door. "Oh! I liked him from the beginning!"
By Jacqueline Skyeabout a year ago in Confessions
God where art thou?
I remember the time I felt seen but it wasn’t by someone extraordinary. Just an ordinary person who lived an ordinary life and found me along the way wanting to be apart of theirs. Then, something hit me. It was like a dark cloud came storming in. Suddenly I begged God to help me. I’ve never begged for anything in my life and what I don’t understand is why if I begged for help would he leave me in the dark for so long. Perhaps, it’s a test I use to think. Then I realized that no one came to rescue me except the people who cared about me, truly cared. I started to think that maybe god are those people. After all he created them, right. The concept of god was so hard for me to wrap my mind around especially since my mind has lived in the dark for so long. So, long it’s exhausted me to the point of constant depression. I wake up everyday depressed. Waiting, wandering for a sign something that will lead me down a path I will feel fulfilled in. I tend to feel nothing these days and it scares me because if I don’t have the feeling of caring then what is the point of me living. I go day by day smiling but inside I feel like I’m dying slowly. I can’t get my thoughts in order. I rather feel the feeling of being stressed like a normal person does then feel empty inside. So, god where art thou? I ask. Perhaps I should pray more but I feel like I’m just talking to myself most of the time. God I see everyone around me living their life and I’m not living mine. I’m simply helping everyone else live theirs. Maybe that’s why I’m so depressed. I’m forcing myself to be something or someone I’m not happy to be. I hate this idea. This idea of not being happy anymore. I hope one day god hears me and I hope that day is now. God it’s going to be seven years since I’ve been in the dark. Fighting my way out of it. I tried praying for you to take it away but for some reason it still lingers around me like a cloud. I blame myself for it. I can see myself shrinking into a tiny black hole and my existence only matters to others not even myself anymore. What do I do god? It’s so hard for me to feel this way. I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m actually feeling things now. Except those feelings are negative I want to feel whole. I want to feel joy. I want to feel peace. I wish this was a positive testament to the extraordinary life I got to live. This is still me stuck in the dark. Wanting out. If only I can see a glimpse of the light somehow then, only then will I begin to feel hopeful. Then hope will arise and I can be joyful again. I can see the sun and feel the warmth against my skin and believe that warm people exist and see them for who they are. I can feel the cold air and only wish to be present in it. Embracing the rain for gods tears wrap for me to know that I’m an extraordinary person. Even if I can’t see it now I hope one day I will. I hope I can see the people around me and instantly feel joy. Feel joy beyond my wildest dreams and love dreams beyond my own comprehension.
By Cerina Galvanabout a year ago in Confessions
The Working Fomo
It was December 22nd, and Liam sat at his desk, staring at the blinking cursor on his laptop. The words “Out of Office Reply” glared back at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to finish writing it. Work was his life—a demanding marketing job for a startup that didn’t understand the concept of “holidays.” Every time he tried to log off, another Slack notification would pull him back in.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Confessions
Evil Eye is Not Real - How to Train Your Mind for Abundance
Recently, there have been so many social media outrages and debates revolving around the concept of the Evil eye and whether it is real or not, and how other people’s negative energy or wishing bad upon us can lead to our downfall. While there are a lot of contrasting opinions about this concept, there is no research or scientific study that can prove whether this is real or not. I firmly believe the notion of the evil eye is rooted in superstitious and cultural beliefs that people who are envious of your growth or the light that you behold wish bad upon you or send curses your way which ultimately leads to ill health or losing the abundance that is present in your life.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
