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The Grief for a Pet No One Talks About 🖤
“Losing a dog hurts more than anyone says. This is my story with Ducke, my companion and mischievous little rascal.” “Even though you’re not here anymore, your little eyes are still looking at me.” 🐾
By Olallaabout a month ago in Families
Holiday Blues
Why do so many seem to get so sad or even depressed during the holidays? Aside from the obvious recent loss of a life or relationship, seemingly happy and contented people still find themselves getting the holiday blues.
By Alexandra Grantabout a month ago in Families
The first anniversary of the loss of my mom
December 2nd, 2025, marks the official first anniversary of my mother's passing. It has been A bit of a rough journey. Still, I was able to get by with my husband's and my daughter's help. Still, mostly I was helped by the grace of God. I'm happy to say my mom is there with him, as well as with my dad, my father passed away in 2017 of heart failure.
By stephanie borgesabout a month ago in Families
What Is the Hero Instinct in Men?
Let me tell you the truth. This "hero feeling" that men have isn't created in some grand moment. It comes from small childhood habits that we never understand, but they linger inside. There wasn't anything special in my house; it just happened that if something small got stuck, something needed to be picked up, or a screw came loose, people would look at me. No one taught me by saying, "You're responsible," but the tone was, "You'll do it, right?"
By Brooks Ghost Max about a month ago in Families
A Multitude of Blessings
Today was Thanksgiving here in the United States. I am nestled in tonight in a warm home with heat, two adorable children who got to spend the day with their Mommy, and my boyfriend. I have had a lot of things lately that I am not exactly thankful for, but I wanted to take a moment to count my blessings.
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 months ago in Families
From Poverty to Prosperity: Evan’s Unexpected Journey. AI-Generated.
Evan lived with his mother in a small village just outside a noisy, fast-growing city. Their home was a tiny room built from old bricks and a patched metal roof that rattled every time the wind blew. Money was never enough. Some nights, Evan went to sleep hungry, pretending he was full so his mother wouldn’t worry.
By StoryVerse2 months ago in Families
Come to me..... Content Warning.
I laid in my bed covered in shame, covered in pity, and just covered with the heaviness of life. My chest felt heavy, my mind racing and my limbs curled into a ball, while my hands covered my heart hoping they could soothe the pain away. I had been in this spot for a while. The sheets stuck to my body, accompanied by a faint stench that I cared nothing about. That was the last f my worries. I shriveled deeper into the bed when my body began to realize that I was waking up and being forced to experience the movements of life. The sun shined through the dark shades I hung to intentionally keep the light out and the sight of a well lit room just made me crumble in my heart and in my mind. How dare such a beautiful light shine into my ambiance of sorrow. Every time I opened my eyes, thoughts of my reality flooded my brain. Words of discouragement, and doubt, followed by the meanest of voices that questioned my decisions in life and the results that lead me to where I am now. I created my own torment, I was the aggressor, I was the enemy in me, and in that moment everything was my fault. Could you believe I was a mom feeling this way. A mom that's suppose to be cheerful and polite, a mom that's always emotionally available to her kids, but there I was. My kids stayed downstairs at this point they kind of understood that I was "resting". At this point my kids were used to those moments, especially the oldest, he could always tell. My kids were going back and forth from laughing to arguing and back again, and I just listened. Usually I would yell from my slumber, but this time their voices and laughter had peace to it. Apart of me felt joy from their laughter, but also felt hope. Something in me sparked, and I felt the twitch. I remember looking at my hands, then my legs and finally my surroundings, and boy was it a mess. My room was a depiction of my mind; trash all over, and junk in random places, but then there were the items that belonged there but were covered by the crap I let build up. I remember looking at my mess of a room, and wondering how I stayed there for so long. Didn't the clutter bother me, didn't I want a better environment then this? I had asked myself a question I had never asked before, and this question began the Journey that I am on now. The question was, "what would it look like with a healthier version of you, a version free from shame, free from trauma, and just the version of you that is free and at peace with yourself and your past." My subconscious immediately snapped back an yelled, I already forgave them, we are healed. My inner voice calmy replied, maybe it's time to let go and be free. Now as I say this don't think that I hear voices because I know we all have that good and bad angel on each shoulder, but rather than the two fighting in my head, I felt as if they came to an agreement. I asked myself a question that sparked a series of questions. It was like I had a epiphany in my pit of sorrow. In my darkness, light had found me. In my despair, hope came and sat down beside me. This moment felt as if God had, touched my shoulder and ordered me to let it all go. This moment changed the trajectory of my thoughts and eventually my life, although the process was extremely hard I began to understand the meaning of living a peaceful life. This moment began my journey to be a healthy and healed version of myself. it gave me the opportunity to not only hear my children's laughter, but to also experience laughter with them. In that moment I decided to change the direction of not only my situation but also my thoughts which created a journey like never before.
By HKC 2 months ago in Families
Should’ve, Could’ve, Would’ve:
Should’ve, Could’ve, Would’ve: Lessons from the Cage There’s a stage in life I call the “should’ve, could’ve, would’ve” stage. It’s not a place you visit once—it’s a recurring room in the mind, a cage of hindsight and reflection. I’ve spent years pacing that cage, looking back at choices I made and the ones I didn’t. It’s the mental space where regret meets realization, where you ask yourself: “What if I had done things differently?” It’s the place where I should have been thinking, “I should, I could, I would.” But I wasn’t.
By Ceaser Greer Jr2 months ago in Families
To the Man You Didn't Know
It's important for you to know a few things about your dad. Without a full measure of understanding, you just won't be able to get very far with only the parts you have been exposed to or what, in limited (and possibly jaded) opinions, have been filtered into your mind. All I ask, is that you will honor him now by having an open heart and a teachable spirit. He is the missing link, the generation between me and of you. I am offering a glimpse into what you might have missed, but owe to yourselves to take in.
By Shirley Belk2 months ago in Families
Our Old Blue Blanket
The blanket wasn’t much to look at. It was the kind of faded blue that came from years of sun, washing machines, and being dragged around by small hands that didn’t yet know what “delicate” meant. Its edges were frayed. The fabric had thinned in the middle, worn down from the hundreds of nights somebody pulled it close. But in our family, that old blue blanket held a place no expensive quilt or store-bought comforter ever could.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Families
Some people just look good... the truth is hidden in the silence of their eyes.
Sometimes, while talking to someone, you realize that people read you not just by your words, but also by the energy hidden within your veins. A few weeks ago, I was talking to a friend, and the conversation suddenly got stuck at the very point I wanted to avoid: people's true nature.
By Brooks Ghost Max 2 months ago in Families
Snowflakes and Family Memories. Our Journey to Japan.
Hi everyone! My name is Rashid, or you can call me Ashyd, and I’d love to share a story from the heart about my family and our love for traveling together, especially traveling in Japan.
By Ashyd Zachary2 months ago in Families