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Loneliness
Loneliness: Can a relationship really cure it? Everyone feels lonely sometimes—it’s just a normal relationship just like love, happiness, and sadness. However, what does it take to truly feel lonely. Some are alone for a day or a week, but others it can last months and maybe even years, like an illness without a cure. Loneliness is actually quite an underrated emotion, leaving people feeling depressed and even adding to anxieties that may already have existed. Sometimes when a person has been so long it’s hard to find a cure or to try and fix it, and on the flip side of loneliness is relationships and being with someone that you really like and maybe even love. Does jumping to the other end of the spectrum really cure the loneliness that someone felt before? Well, Alain de Botton once said that it’s only when we value companionship at that level that we can choose a person for their merits instead of simply because we think that being in a relationship is going to cure us of some loneliness in our current state. Meaning that relationships may be a quick fix to helping with the short term state of loneliness but in the long run will it help?
By Lou Campbell8 years ago in Humans
A Beautiful Mess
Like most people in life, I thought I had met my soulmate in high school. I was a Freshman at the time thinking I had it all. Now I know what you're thinking. You are pretty young to be thinking this way about another person and you're absolutely right. I'm going to answer those questions that linger deep inside you. No, we did not have any sexual contact of any sort. This statement includes kissing and holding hands. See as a teenager, I did not have my first kiss till I was 15. This charming gentleman came out of nowhere and slipped into my life only for him to slip out the next year. Like Snow White and Prince Charming, he practically swept me off my feet and led me through what I call A Beautiful Mess.
By Virginia Parker8 years ago in Humans
Dear Me
Dear Me, They're not going to welcome you with open arms. They're not going to look at you the same. You're not the same people singing in the car a few months ago. Those quotes you read were right; your ride or dies become strangers. It hurts but you'll stop feeling the pain eventually.
By Brittany •8 years ago in Humans
Painting to Breathe, Humming to Sleep
"I don't know," she said as she looked down to tie her shoes. He looked at her intently trying to understand exactly what was going on in her head. He puts his shirt back on and zips his jeans. He goes to give her a hug but she is quick to shy away from the embrace.
By R Lily8 years ago in Humans
4,600 Miles to None
If someone came up to me two years ago and said to me that the boy I would fall in love with would live 4,600 miles away from me, I would laugh and say that would never happen. See my past relationships were quite rocky as I was cheated on by all the boyfriends I’ve ever had. So just after March 2016 I was starting fresh, I spent more time with my family and myself to create a thick layer of love and passion for everything around me. I was starting to enjoy myself and who I was becoming. I was excelling in school and spending time with the right people.
By Kirsten Cox8 years ago in Humans
Mr. Right at the Wrong Time
Walking away from the love of my life was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. It wasn't a perfect relationship, there is no such thing, no two people will agree on everything all the time. That's just the way it is. It wasn't that we fought all the time, in fact we hardly ever fought hard over anything save for minor disagreements. It wasn't that either of us were unhappy in the relationship or had strayed in any way. We were the perfect couple, who met at the wrong time. Although, perhaps meeting at the wrong time is a strong statement, having the history that we do was the solid foundation upon which we would later build a strong and healthy relationship.
By Morgan Wright8 years ago in Humans
Face It. You're Bullying the One You Love
Usually when I write on this topic, I try my best to remain subjective. I plead the reader not to take my word as gospel and I grovel that I’m not trying to open anybody’s eyes. However, this article is different. I want this to be read with an open mind, I want people to realise the error of their ways.
By Harley Lily8 years ago in Humans
Parenthesis...
I think all my life I haven't been deprived of love. I have, as a matter of fact, met plenty of people who've loved me for a while and introduced me to several facets of human emotions that I think I'm always going to cherish till my last breath. But I've failed so many times for real and have felt so much pain every time I let go of someone, that at some point of time I honestly began doubting my efficiency as a human being. I've doubted my capabilities and invariably assumed that something was severely wrong with me and me alone. And it is the worst thing you can do to yourself, I tell you. Because all my life, I haven't really wanted someone I can live with. In fact I wanted somebody I cannot live without. I never wanted anybody to just love me like everybody does. I wanted a little bit of madness. A bit of teenage craze even in my twenties. I have met people who had loved me, but not people who would give up on their dearest of things to be with me. Not people who couldn't survive without me. Somehow they all managed. And I learnt eventually.
By Ria Dutta8 years ago in Humans
When the World Collapsed
We met in Florida. I was living there with my mother, working and just enjoying the Sunshine State. He had moved there from New York State for a job. We spent every moment together when we could go. Riding the motorcycle, sitting at the beach talking, or just walking around taking in the sights. We moved to his hometown which was a huge change for me. I got pregnant with our first daughter and we married right before she was born. We went through a lot of bad times together and some were very hard but we always stuck together. Fast forward a little over ten years. We had two more daughters, he had a very good job, and I was a stay-at-home mom who didn't have to worry about a thing. Our girls at the time were 7, 4, and 2. His job required him to travel and so during the week he wasn't home, which the girls and I were accustomed to.
By Somer Michalski-Jones8 years ago in Humans
Somewhat of a Love Letter
Other than being a male feminist, I also like to think of myself as a philanthropist. (Yeah, I know! Sounds like I’m totally just piling it on now.)
By Pierre-Paul Couronne8 years ago in Humans
Let Me In
What do you do with a heart you can’t feel? Who do you give it to? You give it to the girl you want to try for, you give it to the girl who makes you want to feel. My heart is so hardened, my heart is so cold to the feelings that create vulnerability. I chose not to feel, not to care, not to worry about anyone other than myself until I met her. I met her when I was at my lowest, when the only thing keeping me alive was the lack of motivation to kill myself. I never thought I would get out of it. I never thought I’d find someone to make me forget how it felt to be cold, forget how it felt to be lonely, to not care, to not worry. She ripped herself open and folded me up inside of her, I toured through her bloodstream, stopping at every point in her body where she had been wrongfully touched. Where her parents had hit her too hard, pulled her too hard. Where they left bruises and welts that stung her for days. Where boys had laid their hands where they did not belong. Where the kisses were empty and the touch was numbing. Where girls had thrown words that hurt more than bricks. Where the sticks and stones had been thrown. When I got to her heart and I saw that the red had turned to purple in some spots, how deep in its pit the colors were changing, from red, to blue, to purple, to black. All over were bruises of different sizes that weren’t healing fast enough. I saw that her heartbeat had many pauses. I saw that her lungs struggled to rise and fall and then I knew; I wasn’t the only one who had been ostracized and bullied. I wasn’t the only one who knew what it meant to be broken, to continuously try to repair the leaks and the tears that other people have so easily let happen. I saw that she was broken and scarred. I saw that this girl, who smiled at everything, who easily found the beauty in all things, was hiding so much from the people she wouldn’t let in. I climbed up from her heart and danced around her collarbones until I made my way inside of her brain. I saw the movies of every time she had been hurt, of every time she had been lied to, been beaten, broken, and used. I saw the lists of reasons she wanted to die, of the many things she disliked about herself. I saw the images of her past. Amidst the chaos, I found her dark room, hidden away behind the bustle of negatives. I opened the door and wandered in. It was so cold, and it was so dark and quiet. I flipped a switch and the red glow from an overhead light illuminated just enough for me to see wires from one end of the ceiling to the other, with a myriad of positive pictures. I was captivated, I spent most of my time inside this room. Finding my favorites, finding the ones that made me smile even though I wasn’t there when the memories were created. I decided to stow a few images in my pockets and left the room. When I stepped back into the turbulent atmosphere of her negatives, I noticed them stop. All of the movies paused and the images stopped swinging and twirling around simultaneously. I felt the pressure on me, the pressure to put back the positives and let the negatives have full control. I ran past them trying to find an exit. I climbed down around her ocean blue eyes and slid down the slope of her button nose and landed on the tip of her tongue. I could feel the humidity from all of her embarrassing stories, the reddish pink colors on the walls of her mouth resembled her rose blushed cheeks. I knocked on her teeth, signaling her that I was ready to come out. She pulled me out, the presence of her unease was thick in the air. I presented to her the pictures I stole from the room she had desperately tried to keep hidden. I offered them to her, she was too kind, too smart, too beautiful to run from the things that could make her happy. I showed her how they made me smile, how she made me smile. I showed her that I accepted her bruises and her scars. That I accepted the parts of her that people have tried so hard to deny. I pulled her in for a hug and allowed her to fall into my bloodstream next.
By A Ledesma8 years ago in Humans
Rants of a Spouse Coping With a Pill Addict
I am the wife of a man that is addicted to pain meds and Xanax. I know there are many people out there that will relate to my story (rant). Often the focus is on the addict and what needs to be done to help them. Am I right? What about us? The people that have to or shall I say choose to deal with the lies, financial struggle, mood swings, etc.? They have drugs to cope with whatever it is that they are dealing with. We have nothing and sometimes no one to help.
By Tammy Chisholm8 years ago in Humans