Stream of Consciousness
The reason behind my why
Time and tide wait for no one. Life is a sprinting race of the survival of the fittest, you have to hustle your way to the top. We all have heard this haven't we, while existence is over-commodified and hyper-fixated on the materialistic drawls we achieve and external praise that is showered upon us on striding on the contingencies of the timeline that is presented to us, we often forget living with intent and gratitude for all that we have and run in the rat race of proving our worth and accomplishing what we need to, essentially not even wanting to be a part of this glorified way of living, yet doing so to be validated and accepted as someone worthy. If you have been through this or are going through this, I want to remind you that you are not alone.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
In Memoriam. Content Warning.
Tomorrow is Monday, but it is a special day: Memorial Day. So many of my friends and acquaintances celebrate having a long weekend and I get it, in our busy society, the days available to be with family and just breath are few and far between.
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 years ago in Confessions
Man Up
What is the purpose of life? We look for partners to share it with, and we desperately pursue empty dreams of hollow chalk. We devote ourselves to blind faiths and call them ‘salvation’ but pay no rendition to our acts. Shame is what we feel when we know we are wrong. When you are sure that whatever unfolded, did so because of you, for good or for bad.
By Writing For Me2 years ago in Confessions
Black Like Me; Colorism & Anti-Blackness from Black People It's Not The Media It's All of You
Friday, 24 May 2024 By: TB Obwoge "Kenyans, they're all dark, black and ugly!" I will never in my life forget this, the man who said it and that this was being said to me in Accra, Ghana.
By IwriteMywrongs2 years ago in Confessions
"My Introvert Personality"
As a child, I was always the quiet one in the room. While my friends were laughing and playing, I would sit back and observe, taking it all in. I thought it was just because I was shy, but as I grew older, I realized that it was more than that. I was an introvert, and it was a fundamental part of my personality.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
A Confession Of Emma Izu . Content Warning.
Emma Izu, an evangelist, testimony of his encounter with Jesus Christ. He was previously a prominent member of the devil's Kingdom, holding a high position in the court. Known by his cultist name "Bag of Wickedness" given by Satan, he was a powerful figure. Authorities struggled to keep him in prison as he could make himself invisible and escape at will. During one encounter with soldiers led by a major, Emma boldly stated his past deeds, claiming to have killed more men than they had ever seen. Despite being fired upon with AK-47s, he handed the bullets back to them.
By lsquare2 years ago in Confessions
"LIES YOUR NARCISSISTIC EX TELLS TO DEMEAN YOU". Content Warning.
I am editing this on January 19, 2025 to include this statement I will be written at the top of certain stories. This is not all about me. I author these stories about abuse to helpn others see the dilemma of being involved with people. This story and many other stories are authored by me to inform people about these psycholigical issues of relationships. There are times I "I" because the story was written in 1st person scenario. "I" does not always mean that it's about me. I am 75 years old. I actually wrote articles that were found that I wrote at 16 and 17. So,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Confessions
My Journey as a Psychologist
I still remember the day I decided to become a psychologist. I was in college, studying psychology and fascinated by the human mind. I had always been drawn to understanding people, their thoughts, and their behaviors. But it wasn't until I took a course in abnormal psychology that I knew I wanted to help people overcome their struggles.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
A Final Wish: One More Time
The final bell tolled, marking not just the end of an exam, but the culmination of years spent pining for her. My heart, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled dreams, threatened to shatter as reality set in—this was the last time our paths would cross.
By Maa_iaa2 years ago in Confessions
This is Tomorrow ... Wishing You Were Here
Introduction A Seven Days In blog post on my birthday from ten years ago with a few of my favourite things, showing that I was up for challenging myself creatively then, and my favourite things are still my favourite things.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
