humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Relationship with Fibromyalgia
I think we can all agree that relationships are hard but adding any sort or illness or injury can add a lot of stress on the relationship. Finding someone who is completely supportive can be hard especially having fibromyalgia because it is not visible and it's hard to believe what you can't see.
By Chronic Confessions5 years ago in Humans
Point Of Contact
It was a cold day in the desert. Everyone hustling to get from one place to the other. Those lucky enough to have cars driving past the bus stop on the left hand side of the road. You can hear the cars and beeps and the occasional screech of tires. A little girl that wasn't much older than 3 or 4 bundled up hidden behind her mother as they eagerly waited for the bus to come to take them to their destination. He mother was a teen mother who had a hard life growing up she came from a single parent home that was torn apart by drug use and abuse. She was determined that even though she started off on the same path that it would be different for her daughter. The thoughts of past traumas swirling in her head as she struggled to keep her and her daughter warm and safe. As they sit there waiting nd listening to the sounds of busy traffic and just the hustle and bustle of the day they see the comforting sight of the big warm bus on its way to pick them up.
By Christina Ford5 years ago in Humans
The Great Divide
Short intro, this blog is the first part of a five part series that I will be doing on the struggles of the mind in everyday life and situations. As blogs go this one is a very simplistic form of storytelling that is written so it can be related to the reader (you) that will hopefully shed light on the questions we ask ourselves everyday.
By Denilia Blue5 years ago in Humans
Dear White People: (Please) Mind Your Business. We’re Just Living While Black!
A few weeks ago a girlfriend of mine asked me to volunteer some of my time to help her out with a women’s retreat. She is a health and wellness coach and was facilitating a paint session in a beautiful park in Toronto on a sunny but breezy Sunday afternoon. We got there and started setting up the materials, laying out the canvases, paint brushes and other supplies the ladies would need. The women on the retreat were a local church group and were comprised of predominantly black women. They had had a wonderful weekend filled with different activities that helped them focus on their spiritual and personal growth and commitment to their faith. On this Sunday, they had gone for a group hike in the park as it had a hiking trail, and were to finish off their day with a group paint session facilitated by my friend.
By Whitney Smart5 years ago in Humans
It Matters
I did a lengthy butoh practice this morning, the first one I've been able to do since I burned the skin off my stomach two weeks ago. An accidental spill of boiling water had made it impossible to do some of the contorting or flailing movements I don't even sometimes realize my body is pulling itself into until they're happening. Afterwards I cleaned myself off with a towel dampened with Florida Water and plain old faucet water, put on my street clothes, and headed out for the day.
By J. Gonzalez-Blitz5 years ago in Humans
Edgar O'Mahoney's
I think sometimes about how I want to die if I could pick. But to be honest, my attention is always stolen from the act itself, to the immediate aftermath. I don't really care how I die. I imagine it's mostly unpleasant, or not. Mostly frightening, or not. I don't care. But thinking about afterward is always a source of panic for me.
By Evelyn Waits5 years ago in Humans
Checked.
“Granny, why is it there’s always loud noises, like a banging sound, coming from next door at night?” “Well, sweetie, most people around here struggle to... keep their homes, you see”,Grandma Oletta replies while having difficulty looking for her work apron.“You just ignore those noises as much as you can and pray everything is alrig-- there you are”, she finds her uniform and rushes over to her granddaughter, Sōlace, then plants a kiss on her forehead. Out of breath, she says, “Just pray everything is alright with our neighbors, okay sweetie? Mama will be home soon.”
By Justin Matthew5 years ago in Humans
