humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
My Testimony: The Summer I Learned Black Lives Matter TOO
In the summer of 2016, I was brimming with energy to change the world! I was in my second missionary internship after recently graduating from college with an undergraduate degree in English Writing. Upon my return for the fall semester, I was going to start a graduate degree in Social Work.
By Selys Rivera4 years ago in Humans
Why Iâm So Damn Proud of So Damn Many of You
The United States in 2022 is a tough place to live. Hell, the entire planet Earth in 2022 is full of so many bad things, racism and bigotry, aggressively mean attitudes, poverty, and war, somebody stop me already. Iâm getting sad again.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Humans
Little Star
Lights, Camera, Action, that's the sound of my future. Since I was a little girl, I always wanted to be the center of attention, and I would do anything to get that. Whether it was me crying over not getting the latest toy, always wanting to be seen by the camera, rehearsing plays for my parents, and even going as far as pretending to be upset to get my way. Of course now that I am older it is a little bit more different and I have to find other ways to get my attention in a more mature manner. Now I am involved in drama club, choir, acting classes, and I even make mini movies with my mom. Acting is something I have always wanted to do since I was a child, and I have been very vocal about it since the first grade. Imagine, âChanel De La Cruzâ in the opening credits, what a dream.
By Chanel De La Cruz4 years ago in Humans
Going to Prison for Miscarriage
Content warning: this article discusses abortion, miscarriage, drug use during pregnancy, suicide and stillbirth. If you choose to continue reading, I invite you to breathe through your reactions. If you are a person with a uterus who is capable of being pregnant, you are also a person with a uterus who is capable of miscarriage or stillbirth, and thus, of being prosecuted for miscarriage or stillbirth.
By Dori Mondon4 years ago in Humans
F*ck Baggage
We've all got baggage, whether it's emotional or psychogical. Whatever kind of bagagge it is we've all got it. I know I have baggage, a matching set. I'm not everyone's cup of tea. I'm profane, I have a dirty mind and I have a crazy personality. But aside from all that, I've got baggage. Abuse, Drinking problems, two assaults and an eating disorder haunting me. I'm not "normal" whatever that is. I have triggers that will haunt me for years to come. I have a lot of pent up anger. I have anger towards my ex, my family, so many people. It's sad. I'm trying to soften my heart. Anyways my baggage is heavy. I don't expect anyone else to carry it, that wouldn't be fair. I need to carry it. It's my baggage. I need to unpack it myself. But sometimes in my quietest moments, I wish I had someone to help me unpack. Unpack my baggage. Unpack years of trauma and abuse. Years of not feeling good enough or like everything I do is wrong. Years of not feeling like I would accomplish anything. But that's not necessarily fair. I can't expect someone to help me unpack. I can't expect someone to be there for me 24/7. I can't expect someone to act as a therapist. I need to learn to think for myself. Nobody can do that for me. I'm an adult. I don't know exactly when I'll heal but I'm sure working on it. If you can relate to this in anyway please know that you're not alone. You are most definitley enough. You do matter and nothing you do is wrong. There will be people who will tell you to get over it, and stop being so dramatic. There will be people who will probably tell you that you're making it all up. Those people don't deserve a position in your life. They don't get it. They don't understand, you can't expect them to necessarily. You can't expect them to relate to everything you've been through. They don't deserve a place in your life if they're going to tell you to get over it. Or that you're being dramatic. They should love you enough to be there as you unpack your baggage. They should love you enough to know that you went through hell and back. They should know you're a soldier returning half your weight. They should know you were broken in some form. We all have baggage in one form or another. We all have things haunting us daily. We all have demons and moments of darkness. We've all had moments that will forever change the course of our lives and change who we are as people. We've all had things happen that will make us question our faith in humanity and ourselves. We've all had moments that've broken us and shaped us into different people. We've all had things tramatize us in ways that we'll never be able to explain. The point is we all have baggage, some of us a matching set. And we just need one thing at the end of the day. One thing that will make us a little happier and a trust people a little more and hopefully heal a bit more each day. We need support. We need people around us who love and care for us. We need people who are there for us through thick and thin. Through sickness and health. And most of all if we're really really lucky, despite all the B*lls*it we've been through over the course of our lives we'll find someone who will help us unpack.
By Amanda Nicole4 years ago in Humans
A love letter to death
Death is a strange thing. It's the foundation of our mortality, yet it simultaneously represents the end of life. The existence of death means that we have something to fear, yet its inevitability means that there's no need to worry about anything in particular. While this might not seem like a particularly uplifting topic for a blog post, I've found that writing love letters to death can be an excellent way to get some perspective on life and what makes it worth living in the first place.
By Courtanae Heslop4 years ago in Humans
Silent Shadows
The color has faded, once bright and full of life is now left desolate and gray. Joy, like a distant relative left me wondering where the time has gone. The unwavering numbness that is now my companion, keeps me cold, isolated and void of real feeling.
By Cassie Peabody4 years ago in Humans
