Humanity
What They Don't Tell You
On today's episode of "I didn't want to feel today, but here I am..." I thought to myself as I scrolled through various social media. "Social" being the farthest from the truth to me. I found myself scrolling again through recommended friends on Facebook. It wasn't hard to get lost in the lives of people you used to spend so much time around.
By Arin Blackheart4 years ago in Confessions
A walk with the darkness
I learned years ago not to put all of my thoughts into the digital realm. Especially when I am not in my right mind. It seems when I take drugs another side of me surfaces and many things start to happen at once. The one thing that happens is my thoughts become confusing. I then begin to have dreams every time I close my eyes. Sometimes I feel as though the dreams are visions of a future that is unclear. Other times it is like I am somewhere else completely. There are times when I felt like my eyes were opened while dreaming because I felt awake in the dream itself. I don't remember what I was doing before the dream started and I wake up expecting to be in the same location I was in during the dream but I'm not. It is a strange feeling to have. You wake up disassociated from the reality you last remembered.
By Insanity at its best4 years ago in Confessions
Can We Please Just Get Along?
Does everything really have to be so tense? Here's a scenario that should be completely innocuous: we had our kitchen cabinets painted this week. The painting contractor, a very nice man whose services we’d used several years ago, gave us an estimate that made our eyes pop, but that’s what good work costs these days. And his guys were good. They showed up on time, pretty much, every day, and did their work with care and skill. They treated us, our possessions, and our house with respect.
By Jan M Flynn4 years ago in Confessions
2022 will be my year!
New Year, New Me. Sounds so cliché, I know that. But I feel like 2021 was such a great year (At least the second half of it). And it ended with so many opportunities for me to grab in this new year. Let me tell you why I believe 2022 will be my year.
By Axelle T. Marchesin4 years ago in Confessions
Dimensions
When we think of dimensions, we think of other worlds in fantasy novels or movies. We don't think of the parts of our brains that hold memories, past, present and what will pertain to the future. We do not realize that our brain is more mysterious than meets the eye.
By Heather C. Beck4 years ago in Confessions
Predictions for 2022
So, I've been doing this for a few years. Let's jump in to this one. Judy Heavenly is amazing she gets a lot right, and she gives specifics. So this year I will only do her predictions. She believes Covid-19 will make its way out by the end of 2022. Judy thinks there will still be state and local flare-ups in US but life will return to the post-pandemic normal. She thinks 2022 will be a new reality or world with a re-shaped economy. She also thinks people will change their long-held beliefs as they adjust to the new society trying to get back to normal.
By Lena Bailey4 years ago in Confessions
How Do You Like Me Now?
When I was in 5th grade a classmate and I decided to write a novel. I can’t remember what our novel was about. All I remember is that I would write a chapter and then I would hand it over to Tonya and she would write a chapter. Then I would read over what she wrote and do my best to follow in line. It was kind of like telling a story over a campfire with a stick that they passed to the next person to expand the story.
By KD Meyer4 years ago in Confessions
To Be a Child
With the new year having already approached, and with gentle reminders to treat myself kindly popping up throughout the day, my mind somehow and quite suddenly fell back on a couple memories that I never thought much about at the time, but that has become something to treasure today. I’m especially glad, because in it, I see hope and excitement for the future generations just as I see for myself. I now have something to look forward to, more than I did initially all from a remembrance I unconsciously sealed up.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Confessions
The Seafood and the Strips of Steak
The “firsts” of pretty much anything tend to get you thinking. The first day of middle school had made me a nervous wreck about useless things like fitting in and making friends. The first day of work had my stomach flipping over whether or not I’ll be able to do my job well, or if I’d be able to last long to advance my career and create a future. The first day of college made me feel like I was underwater for three straight days, as I figured out how to navigate my way through an entirely new place and surroundings, and similar to all of those things, the first day of 2022 had my mind scrambling over past “files” that my brain hasn’t opened in a long time, in search of something to use based off experience that can help me through the new year ahead, and like the spinning games at the arcade, I’ve finally landed on one, a simple one in fact, that honestly should make more of an impact already than it did, and that I hope to get in motion very soon.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Confessions
Are You Still Watching?...
Being in the Navy it's almost expected that you'll be tired 98 % of the time. Between work, home life, and the almost obligatory blackout drunk nights I've grown accustomed to, sleep has undeniably fallen lower on the totem of priority since my contract’s inception in 2017. I always tried though. I found sleep podcast, lovely velvety bed sheets, ambient music and low bedroom lighting, incense etc. all the things to cultivate an environment that I could fall blissfully asleep in. I had bouts of productive sleep nights that lasted 2 maybe 3 days out of the month. I reveled in the feeling of contentedness and bliss that followed. Those were the nights when I was obsessed with having a nighttime routine, and absolutely committed to having a good night’s rest. It seems that most of the young people I know are not even aware that rest can and should be a quality experience. Sleep is just something that happens in between the drivel of everyday life. Sometimes it happens while lying on the couch watching Law and Order reruns or on the phone with the latest significant other. If sleep happens at all, its unconsciously done, unsatisfying, and nine times out of ten we are waking up still tired. Mostly, I am in the unconsciously done category. On Sunday nights, I am catching about four and a half hours asleep because I didn’t want the weekend's fun to end, and then Monday through Friday I try to make up for it by falling asleep immediately after work. Then the weekend comes around, and if I get up to do anything besides workout, it would be a miracle. My 540 sq ft of kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom are my whole world for the next two days. And then, it begins again. My failure in proper sleep and self-care appearing under my eyes in bags the following morning.I am no stranger to self-care though, I should know better. I was practically raised on it. I was force fed chocolate protein shakes and veggie hot dogs at a young age, and I basically have had a three-step skin care routine since the age of ten (thanks mom). As I grew up, and these self-care aspects became staples in my daily life, sleep was something was always the component that I couldn’t figure out. As a child I would stay up and read, straining my eyes under the dim light of a Gameboy Advance, or stay up listening the radio until I somehow fought my way into sleep. These habits also found their way into adult life. Most of 2021, when I did make finally make it to my bed (usually around 11:30 pm) I would be checking my phone, watching Netflix, or other less...productive content until my eyes burned (my indicator that if I tried now, I could probably fall asleep no problem). But that was 2021. In 2022, I want to start relaxing around nine p.m. After a calming shower in the dark with candles flickering, and colorful lights slowly changing. I want to sit cross legged on the floor of my room and breathe deeply, perhaps for the first time all day, for about fifteen minutes. Because I'm home and I finally can. I want to write in my journal in my bedroom under the lowlight of my vanity every night before bed. I don’t want to write about my day per se, but about how I genuinely feel. How wonderful I feel after a cool shower, and some deep breaths. Because it will feel wonderful. I want to gently remind myself that even though I’m not quite where I want to be in life yet, I’m closer than I was yesterday, and tomorrow I will be closer still. Sometimes, there are nights when I do this for myself. Those are the 2 to 3 nights out of the month where I do this at night, and I feel like I’m exactly where and who I’m supposed to be. But in 2022, I'll do this every night. In 2022, I want to care so much about my rest and well-being that I do what it takes for me to wake up refreshed regardless of the bull that happened earlier that day. I want to consciously carve out time every night where my happiness and calm are the most important things to me. I don’t want to just happen to fall asleep, and then wake up in the middle of the night, reading questions from Netflix through squinting-tired eyes. No, I’m not still watching, I took my ass to sleep.
By Shannelalexa 4 years ago in Confessions
