Bad habits
What does it mean to Suffer in Silence?
To suffer in silence. Recent events in my life have caused great stress and frustration. At times it feels like my entire world is crashing down around me and that I am spiraling out of control. But why can't I just say these things? Why do I sit here in silence and carry an insurmountable weight? I wish I had the answers to these questions. While I certainly don't know how to push past this roadblock to emotional freedom, I can however do my best to explain how one might feel: suffering in silence.
By Richard Dinwiddie3 years ago in Confessions
You deserve more in life because you are beautiful, agree?
This statement irks me, I don’t particularly appreciate being told what to do, and then this statement goes even more profound to questioning the choices I have made in my life, usually from outside and someone who only catches glimpses.
By sara burdick3 years ago in Confessions
Addiction
When you think of addiction you probably think of drug addicts, alcoholics, or maybe even shopaholics. We've all heard of chocoholics, and people with gambling addictions. There have even been people accused of being addicted to phones and technology. But what about the less common addictions, the things that may seem slightly abnormal or simply like a random obsession? Some say addiction is a disease; I say it's a normal part of life. Everyone has an addiction, just not everyone realizes it or is willing to admit to it.
By ChezaLuna3 years ago in Confessions
I Joined the 5 AM Club and Hated Life for a Bit . Top Story - September 2022.
Before this experiment, the title that had come to mind was: I joined the 5 AM Club and Changed My Life. I had a gut feeling that this would finally be the one simple habit to start turning my days into true wins, allowing for maximum productivity, creativity, and happiness.
By Justin Boyette3 years ago in Confessions
BORING LIFE
I haven’t slept for days. You’d think I’d be in rougher shape than I am but my body feels amazing. I’ve been detoxing from about thirteen years of smoking weed every two hours, every day. I also just quit smoking cigarettes cold turkey, as well as gave up sugar and crap food, once again. I just really wanted a change. And I got it. I feel light as a feather, although since I’ve been making sure to eat lots of smoothies and vegetables during the feeding window between noon and eight pm, I haven’t lost any weight.
By Schinter Scauleywag (A.K.A. T.J. Belevede)3 years ago in Confessions
Rich People are not Better Than You
People have always accused me of sourrounding myself with people than are "beneath" me. I don't see anyone beneath me is what they don't understand. First, there is no caste system in America. Rich people are not better than you. Please understand that if you think differently, that is the result of capitalism. Your productivity does not determine your worth. The biggest scam played on the American public is that working harder will get you somewhere in life. It almost never does. Rich people have connections to make their dreams work. That's truly the only difference between you and them.
By Susan Eileen 3 years ago in Confessions
Unveiling of the Soul
once again, my heart is ripped from my chest. I’m made to look stupid and reliant on this person who completely disregards my feelings, emotions, thoughts. why am I crying about it? Because I can’t believe that a human being can be this heartless. this cold. this insensitive. I feel so deceived, but why am I shocked. i feel so lied to, but isn’t that always the case. I hoped for changed. I was excited for change. I dreamt of a change. For some reason I actually believed in the small, close to impossible chance of a change. A change that would shift everything. Instead, I got what I asked for. I’ve been looking for reason after reason to walk away. I’ve tried and have been unsuccessful. I have recited speeches, and endless lines on what I would say. I have created emotionally vulnerable voice memos in hopes of being able to put all the emotions, energy and vulnerability into the phone, only to never have to deal with it again. Hoping that in some way the phone could swallow up and absorb all of my emotions that are so deeply tied into this situation. That somehow the phone could suck away the hurt, betrayal and lies from within me so I could be free of it all once and for all. Somehow I could put all of this into an item that could be separated from my heart so I could heal and move on. Why does it hurt so bad, you may ask? Because to love and not be loved in return is by far the worse pain of all. To love so deeply and feel nothing but the continuous brutal stabbing of your beating heart, the same one you continue to put into this dead situation - that’s utter pain. it’s unfair. it’s exhausting. it’s…. what words can I even use. I feel like a shell of a shell. My heart pounds, what do I say upon arrival? do I say anything? do I express the pain that eats me up inside? do I act like the shell i have become when it pertains to this situation?
By Dom Dee3 years ago in Confessions
