Humanity
Rebuilding Myself From the Ground Up
We've all done stupid things in life, right? Those decisions we make in our youth that we think are so great, only to learn your parents were right all along? Well, I probably made more than most, but that's where my story begins, decades ago, and one "brilliant" decision.
By Misty Rae5 years ago in Confessions
The Baby and the Bathwater
Racism is what gave Europeans charge over the rest of the world, starting with the conquests of 1492 and right on through most of the 20th century. Who in all parts of the world was not affected negatively by this disease of superiority? Race took hold as a prominent perception in our consciousness?
By Gerard Fournier5 years ago in Confessions
I'm Barely in My Twenties
I still live in 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, and sometimes I revisit the worst years of my life... or the years I thought were going to be the worst. Needless to say, some of worst years have been my best. Which may sound ironic to a vast majority of people out there, which is understandable. After all, I don't believe that most people can say they were unloved as a child. At least, I hope that the vast majority of people can't say that. That's what I'd like to believe. Sometimes, beliefs are incorrect.
By Jordyn5 years ago in Confessions
The Astrology Community is Toxic.
The title of this might be the most hipster thing I've ever written, but in this case I'm rolling with it. This is not about to be one of those rants where I talk about how back in the day it wasn't like this and everyone jumping on the bandwagon has destroyed this thing I like. Whine. Whine. Whine.
By Ariel Joseph5 years ago in Confessions
I Dare to Dream
With the pandemic still running its course, I’ve been re-binge watching Outlander, on Netflix and just reaching season 3, the feelings of wonder and romance that the first two seasons gave me have resurfaced. So much to the point, I had to re-watch the movie called Under the Tuscan Sun, for the millionth time. I’m not exactly sure how to label these feelings that these two pieces of media instill in me.
By Valarie Graham5 years ago in Confessions
The I'm Sorry But
Is there anything more disingenuous or less sincere then the “I’m sorry but?” What other four words (three I guess if you consider the contraction “I’m” a single word) allow one to pretend to apologize while at the same time providing the perfect segue for a lecture explaining why one does not actually need to. In fact, in many cases the “I’m sorry buttee” is in for an educating discourse on why they should be the one apologizing. Can we please, as a collective unit of humanity, agree to stop saying this. If I might suggest an alternative, simply withhold the apology until such time as one is actually sorry, and then proceed to apologize in a sincere and meaningful fashion. Save the explanations and caveats for a later date or never. If one is not actually sorry, that is OK too, simply refrain from apologizing as described in the previous sentence. That is all.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Confessions
Owning my truth
For the past several months I have been struggling with an array of ailments. I have spent a lot of time in therapy and with clinicians. A culmination of ignorance, wishful thinking, and a false sense of security led me here. I was not prepared! I guess that the biggest and most ground-breaking element of therapy was discovering that I am a hypocrite. Not without reason, mind you but a hypocrite nonetheless. Let’s unpack this together.
By Curtis Keith Simms5 years ago in Confessions
Beginning of my Rapture
In the end; it all happened. Every scenario played out as if following a script written by all of my deepest, darkest, soul-sucking fears. The goblins that haunted the dark when I was young; the insecurities I developed from being continuously transplanted and having my roots ripped up with no soil or container to even move my battered nerves in...
By Alisa Miller5 years ago in Confessions
My Reward
Only those who live in the shadows of a real life can utterly understand how one simple little thing can make the difference between choosing to live and choosing to die. It does not have to be anything that would be considered important to someone else either. It only need be something that can be fixated upon throughout the day or the week, just getting through the hours until, voila, you have succeeded. One more day in the book of life.
By Melodee Olson5 years ago in Confessions
I Literally Don't Know What the Hell I'm Doing
I've caught myself saying this a lot lately. I think it even more than I say it. It’s new territory for me, for sure. I'm most comfortable with my head down and my feet on the ground. I like to know what I'm doing. Or rather, I like to have deceived myself into believing I know what I'm doing. The phrase "fake it till you make it" makes my skin crawl. I find it quite honestly to be a ridiculous request to be made of me.
By Ariel Joseph5 years ago in Confessions
Namaste paradox
A minute too late in the most literal sense. This was a story I tried to submit for the “create your happiness” challenge. My life has been turned every which way just in the last 3 months. Recently, I lost my grandmother: other half of my souls genetic make up. Her loss is the most impactful lesson I've endured to date; and to be quite frank, I've endured hell in the most literal sense. I have allowed myself to be in abusive relationships in every aspect, to be put in positions where i have to make myself feel smaller just so others could feel bigger. This entry could stem from the norm, as it's going to be in letter format addressed to her. All she wanted was to understand.
By Rebecca Carmen5 years ago in Confessions
