Teenage years
Rough day
I wouldn't say I grew up in the worst of homes. However it was by far not the best place to be, between having two parents in an unhappy marriage, to a difficult split, and then both of them hating whoever the other was seeing; made for uncomfortable home life.
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Confessions
The girl with the question mark on her wrist
2008-2009 The divorce was final. Not sure if the paperwork had gone through yet but my dad was definitely remarried and I’m now living with him, his wife and her two kids all under one roof. My baby sister was born and now I had this new family. As a 19 year old teenager I didn’t really grasp it all. This is sort of a trend with me that I’m noticing. I don’t feel things.
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Confessions
Borders
The arbitrary border between Mexico and Texas has led to the separation between the culture I was born into and the culture my ancestors struggled to cultivate. While media doesn’t differentiate between Mexicans and Mexican Americans, I have felt the sting all too often. I am too brown to be among white people and not brown enough to be among my fellow Mexicans. I can’t handle spicy food, guacamole tastes like vomit, and my Spanish, no matter how much I work on it, will always sound different from someone born in Mexico.
By C.M. Vazquez3 years ago in Confessions
How Boy Bands Saved My Life
I don’t remember much about my childhood anymore. I think I was happy, mostly. Except even then I sobbed whenever I made a mistake, a foreshadowing of the anxiety disorder I would one day develop, so deeply consuming that it would haunt me in everything I went. Around puberty, I started to crumble. There were many reasons, not the least being simple biology. My parents fought frequently and I needed something to drown them out, to help me escape for a moment. I needed to be able to find peace in the chaos of my house. I needed to find freedom.
By C.M. Vazquez3 years ago in Confessions
WHY I LOST My VIRGINITY...
We started off as friends and it later turned out into a beautiful two years relationship, we both nurtured plans of getting married and having a future together but it was not gonna be that easy as we both wanted to begin any thing sexual after marriage but we are humans aren’t we?
By Adin Reggie3 years ago in Confessions
wildflowers became the magic of my life.
Scrolling down the internet, somewhere along the lines I saw "Beautiful wildflower grows untamed" and that hit me. I have always admire wildflowers and have always love to sing and write about them but then again I have always loved to write about the things I am not. Wildflowers became a part of my life, perhaps a comfort zones. Something about their free and wild spirits have comforted me whenever I felt everything was too much to handle. She is so stubborn that no matter how chaotic it is she has managed to bloom in the middle of nowhere and in her own way. She has never failed to amuse me. I knew I admired them from the very start but everything started to change when I began to realize how different she was from me. Wildflowers to me has always been intriguing story that has stirred the start of my 20's and that's not too long ago, just some months. So, to be precise I would say wildflowers became a thing in my last teenage year. She was always so strong, spirited, free and wild but I, I was just a girl living behind the facades.
By Supriya limbu3 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a 30-Something Guy Who Looks 20-Something at Most
Less than a week from now is my 35th birthday (though most people don’t see it at first if they either didn’t know beforehand or aren’t told until after our first meeting), and the closest I’ve had to a relationship is a brief, hypothetical long distance QPP.
By Orion J. Zed3 years ago in Confessions
If Life Was That Simple
We spend our lives searching for things that are not always there. Sometimes the things that we search for, are not always what we need. What I'm trying to say is, I've spent half of my teenage life searching for things that I was wasting time on. Things that I didn't need in my life at the time. Lusting for those things was draining me, not just emotionally but mentally. Looking out at the beautiful scenery that glows into my view, wondering if love or anything else will come my way and have a positive impact on my life. After many disappointments coming at me in so many forms, I've just about had it. When you've had delays and negativity always around you, you get used to it. It gets to you. It gets to the point where you can't ignore those disappointments anymore. And then when they start to pile up in your head, you become so tired that you don't even have the energy for anything.
By Sorelle.Maia3 years ago in Confessions
Dating a Suicidal Person as a Suicidal Person
I do not recommend having your first romantic relationship be with an unstable person while you are currently overcoming depression. It’s difficult for me to talk about this and be this vulnerable. Truth be told, I’m worried this topic might be too dark to submit, but this relationship had a huge impact on my life so I figure it’s worth sharing. This is my first time laying out the whole story with all the details to anyone, including my therapist.
By Zane Aquaman3 years ago in Confessions
