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How to Fix a Broken Heart
We’ve all been there, or at least one day we will be. A heartbreak can be spotted anywhere. From middle school to national television, heartbreaks are everywhere. The problem is that sometimes we have a hard time figuring out how to mend our broken hearts. It’s common for humans to think that we will never love again or after the break up, we don’t want to love again. But in all honesty, it takes time. To get over a heartbreak, you must accept the pain, distract yourself, and find hope for the future.
By Jessica Henry8 years ago in Humans
Born This Way
I was raised straight. I was raised to believe that any orientation other than straight was a sin. I’m not straight, though. Does this mean God (if God is even real) loves me less? Does it mean I’m doomed to be rejected by my family? What does this mean? I hope it doesn’t mean I’m going to be alone forever. I mean, I can’t find a nice girl to settle down with, because then my family will hate me. I could find a nice boy, but what if I don’t love him? I never thought it would take the courage that I don’t have to tell them. I can’t and I probably never will. Does this mean I’m not being true to myself? If I still spoke to my father, he would probably stop talking to me (which wouldn’t have killed me). Mom, though, her heart will be broken. She’ll probably cry and ask if it’s her fault. I don’t want to keep this locked inside forever. But I don’t want to tell them. I’m supposed to be the model child of the family. I’m treated like I’m perfect, but still treated like I’m the most flawed person. I’m supposed to be the example, supposed to make sure all the kids are lined up like ducklings behind me; all heading toward promising careers and then to marriages that are only torn apart by death. Of course, those marriages will be the most hetero of couplings. I don’t get it. I thought that by now, people would accept the fact that their children might not be attracted to the opposite sex. And what if one of the boys decides that they want to be a woman? What happens if my sister decides that she wants to be with more than one person at a time? What then? Will our parents kick them out? What if the little one comes out as gay? He’s a sweet boy, and really sensitive. I know that if my parents started hating him, I would let him come stay with me. Because it doesn’t matter to me who you love. Love is love. For a while I thought maybe I was hetero, but I’m not. I first realized that I liked girls when I was nine or ten, when I would watch those old Justice League cartoons. I was literally in love with Wonder Woman (can you blame me?). But I knew I still liked boys too. But since I wasn’t allowed to be that way, I thought that I just needed to get over it. I just thought I was because that’s the way I was raised. I am bisexual, and I’m not ashamed of it, because that’s the way I was born.
By Belle Bledsoe8 years ago in Humans
Change of View
Some pretty amazing things have been happening to me in the last few months. I don't think these things would be happening though if I didn't start changing my perspective. The older I get, the more I start to see the world differently. I changed the way I look at creativity and inspiration, my views on friendships, relationships, and just being a human being in general.
By Tatiana Parker8 years ago in Humans
Wife of an Alcoholic
Do you ever sit up all night waiting for the person you love to come home after a day/night out drinking? Do you keep calling and texting them because you're worried? Do you go to bars or their hangouts in search for them? Do you feel alone, exhausted, anxious, depressed and crazy? Are you affected by someone else's drinking? This is for you!
By Laurie Summerfield8 years ago in Humans
Why You Lost Me
There are many reasons why a person gives up on another person. Maybe it’s just not worth fighting for anymore. Maybe it’s a toxic relationship. Relationships are friendships, lovers, family members, etc. Whatever it may be, there are two sides to every story. Both sides will think that they are right, even though they’re both wrong and right all at once. Recently I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not a good friend to people who treat me poorly. I’m not saying people have always treated me poorly, because at one point I was obviously their friend for a reason. Maybe the time has changed.
By Samantha Londo8 years ago in Humans
Chains of Love
She sat on the small wooden bench so quietly as she gazed out the open window. I leaned against the doorjamb, my sunburned arms crossed against my chest as I looked in on her. From my angle, I could see only the side of her face, but it was enough to see the peaceful, thoughtful look in her eye. The sun was beginning to sink down below the treetops and a gentle summer breeze was moving just enough that I could pick up on the light scent of the flowers she had planted right outside the window. I thought it was a silly place for a garden.
By Jennifer Tate8 years ago in Humans
