Stream of Consciousness
CRYING IS EXTREMELY WEIRD.
CRYING IS EXTREMELY WEIRD. When someone starts crying, most people completely lose their train of thought. Perhaps your own hostility is lessening and you feel compelled to treat them better, or perhaps you feel like you have to go into problem-solving mode to get them to stop. And the reason for that is that crying modifies our bodies. Tears are a real psychological deception. But only if they are real, as phony ones force your brain to react very differently. This is what transpires when you smell, see, or hear someone crying. Babies are expert manipulators; they will make you want to take care of them constantly. If only they could accomplish it with their endearing giggles rather than their incessant sobbing.
By Desire Ngowa2 years ago in Confessions
Breaking the Chain: Transforming Bad Habits
In the clamoring city of Arford, they carried on with a young lady named Lena. Lena was a gifted visual creator with a promising vocation, yet she had one significant hindrance holding her back: an assortment of negative behavior patterns that appeared to be difficult to break. Dawdling, unfortunate dietary patterns, and an absence of activity were only a couple of the difficulties she confronted everyday. Notwithstanding her earnest attempts, Lena wound up trapped in a pattern of vices that thwarted her advancement both by and by and expertly.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of an Empath. Top Story - July 2024.
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Confessions
BATTLES OF A DEPRESSED MAN
When the rain poured down outside, i felt the heavy weight of the world pressing down on me. Each day blurred into the next, filled with never-ending responsibilities and overwhelming expectations. i longed for an escape from the suffocating grip of depression that had taken hold of me.
By victor amah2 years ago in Confessions
Cassper Nyovest Testimony. AI-Generated.
Certainly! Here's the transcript organized into paragraphs for better readability: --- [Applause] This is crazy. I greet you all in the name of Jesus Christ. I've always wanted to do this. You may be seated. For those who don't know me, I go by the name Refilwe, also known as Casper. And I would like to start by greeting the leaders of the church, Apostle Lomo and Prophet Iro, sorry, Prophet Iroris. Prophet, and I heard everyone saying Prophet. I say I don't want trouble. I should say prophetess. Thank you so much for inviting me to share my testimony.
By Koko BK Ntsasa2 years ago in Confessions
The Revolutionary Device that Could Change the World: A Hidden Secret Revealed
In the quiet town of Lexington, Kentucky, an extraordinary story is unfolding. This is a story about innovation, intrigue, and a device that promises to revolutionize the world as we know it. This isn't just any device; it's a groundbreaking invention developed by a brilliant engineer whose work has the potential to upend industries, challenge political powers, and transform our daily lives.
By learning mastery2 years ago in Confessions
Embracing Failure: A Poetic Reflection on Fear
In a curious town settled between moving slopes and rich woods, carried on with a youthful writer named Elara. Her heart overflowed with fantasies about making sections that would rouse and move individuals. Nonetheless, her life was eclipsed by a mind-boggling apprehension about disappointment. Each time she got her plume, question blurred her psyche, and the clear material before her appeared to be difficult.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Confessions
Title: "First Star I See Tonight: A Beacon of Hope"
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I found myself standing on the balcony of my apartment, waiting for the first star to appear. It had become a ritual of sorts—a moment of solace in my otherwise chaotic life. The first star of the night was my silent companion, a beacon of hope that reassured me that even in the darkest times, light could still find a way through.
By Fannick😇2 years ago in Confessions
Beyond the Surface: Understanding Concealed Depression
Let me introduce you to Natalie. When Natalie first came to see me in therapy, she seemed almost apologetic. She giggled nervously while describing what sounded like symptoms of panic disorder—her heart racing, difficulty breathing. Despite her outward success—plenty of friends, a solid marriage, and a deep love for her kids—she felt that something was missing. "My life's almost perfect," she admitted, "I just need to calm down."
By Joseph Villarito Canete2 years ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 砂時計
I woke up at 2:56am, I felt pretty energized and healthy at that time but for whatever stupid reason I felt it wasn't a good time to wake up so, I went back to bed and woke back up around 8am and feel like shit, a complete headache and intestinal pains all day.
By Kayla McIntosh2 years ago in Confessions
