Humanity
The Dawning
I was being crushed under the stifling silence of the night- an intangible weight that kept pressing down and down upon my chest until I was left gasping for air. Sweaty strands of hair stuck to my face, the air muggy and thick with fog. The sea of Alethea carried with it a salty breeze that did nothing to ease the unsettling feeling in my stomach right now. I felt trapped.
By Reenaz Nawar4 years ago in Confessions
Owl Alone
One day, like Perstephanie, you might grasp an utter aloneness to existence. The usual and probably healthy response to that kind of epiphany is to take refuge in distraction. Food, chemicals, or the glass piece in your pocket. But sometimes a curious impulse opens us to lines of thinking that wind one through wonder and terror. This is the story of a day that happened.
By Emma Davenport4 years ago in Confessions
The Barn Owl on Pickard Street
First time I spotted the barn owl on Pickard Street was the winter of 2006. It was the middle of the night, and I was halfway back home right by the canal, about to cross the bridge. In fact, I wasn’t about to cross the bridge. I was flat on the pavement. There was blood everywhere: my hands, my clothes, my face. I couldn’t move. A metallic taste was coming down my throat, thick and slow. I looked up and there it was: the barn owl, high up on a branch of a leafless tree by the canal. I thought I was dying there and then, and the barn owl was going to be my only witness.
By Paul Moore4 years ago in Confessions
Have You Been Experiencing A Mental And Emotional Breakdown Too?
Not being the best at making friends, I've become sensitive at noticing trends. Of the little people I know, and from what the world has been generally "emitting" in the last few weeks - but also, through observing myself, because I am my best teacher, just as you are yours -we're experiencing a sense of restlessness, of turbulence, of disharmony. We feel pressured, compressed, ungrounded.
By Rabih4 years ago in Confessions
A mascot for injury.
Ice doesn’t work. Neither does heat. The supplements were a waste of money and now I have diarrhea to contend with on top of all this. It’s a long ways under and even farther going around when your disc is slipped. Should I use the electro shock thing? Did I have enough magnesium? Is it my psoas or QL? The arthritic hip? But the other one doesn’t feel like this. I’m telling you, that tear in 2016 did me in. Feels like it could be my kidney though. Another stone? The pain goes from here, alll the way down to here. And then sometimes my toes, but I think that’s something different. And my prostate of course, but who’s doesn’t? The urologist told me last time that alcohol can help flush it out, but I know it’s not a stone. That was different. Could still be a reason to drink though. How much Tylenol can I take if I finish the whiskey? How much whiskey do we even have left? I hope it’s enough. I should just drink water. Everything will be worse tomorrow if I get drunk tonight. Either way I should eat something. That means standing up. And that means getting off this floor. I’ll do it in a bit. Not now. Right now is the worst time I can think of.
By JMdB 4 years ago in Confessions
Stairway to the Future
Mr transition that comes and goes, you help change from one thing to another as if nobody knows. You can be smooth or you can be tough, but somehow it’s never enough. Change is hard when you know what you want, starting new good habits and keeping some old ones to start. You fought your way through, the times that were most troubling, came out stronger, with some armor and molding. You lived in the moment and built some boundaries, now it’s time to transition into the life that’s worth living.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Body, I'm Sorry...
The last two and half years has had its ups and downs, which has been the major culprit to the abuse I submitted myself to. When I finally realized this, I had to sit down and reflect to better understand where all this frustration, anger, self-abuse, and resentment came from. Prior to these years, I was on a good path filled with strength and happiness that I gained through self-therapy and love. However, the result of what I’ve been through caused me to lose my identity and fall into an abyss of familiar bad habits. Some of these life altering moments included:
By Crystal Angeles4 years ago in Confessions
The other side of fame... Features of exploitation to gain sympathy!
Yesterday Self-esteem had a price, and dignity was a value. Humans had a shelter, they had a “secret” that death was easier to disclose, everyone resorted to his safe corner when the current of days intensified on him, everyone keeps a special part about him that the other does not know about or dare to ask about its details. A black box in which the truth of man is hidden from the merciless looks of the world. The patient waits for his turn in the long examination without telling God’s creation that he is on the doorstep of the doctor, without a “selfie” for him and the medical tests that he takes on the treatment journey. The person who differs does not go out to the world to gain their sympathy The young man practices his childhood as it should be without jumping in time over his age to achieve “views or likes.” Yesterday, the human trade with his presence was not the title of the story.
By Samara Ben4 years ago in Confessions
