Humanity
Ayo, Joy
Lets start from the very beginning or at least when I can remember. A little introduction would also be nice. Hi! my name is Ayo.And I'm just a regular girl (or so I thought). I go to college where I study Economics. Before you make up any assuption about me just know that I don't like Economics. Nope not one bit. So why are you studying it? you might ask. Lets just say I wanted to understand the art of money making and Business sounded too serious for me. Ok, that should do for now, back to the beginning. It was supposed to be a one time thing but I kept going back. I tried to stop but I could not so I went back. How could I stop? My validation was deeply rooted in our relationship and if we didn't talk in a day, it felt like I was going to lose it. Everything was totally nice between us. Everyday was Febuary the 14th for me even without the flowers.
By Amy5 years ago in Confessions
Chrissy Teigen Proves Just How Harmful Adult Bullying Is
Chrissy Teigen has been trending for quite a while now — but not for the best of reasons. She has a history of attacking individuals online particularly through Twitter , and being called out for her bullying has caused a lot of people to consider her “cancelled” (which is a problem all on its own in our digital age — but that is another story).
By Ashley Nestler, MSW5 years ago in Confessions
What Makes Me Tick
Have you ever felt that sensation in your heart, your soul, and your mind, that just makes you feel a purpose? Does it make you feel relief from the stressful world around us? Does it make you feel calm, alive, and amazing all at once? Does it make everything seem like when it is just you and that one thing the whole world has just stopped clean in its tracks, and everything right now is just blissfully perfect? I have and I couldn’t even begin to describe the magic of it. It’s not only my hobby, it also my job. It is the very thing that makes me tick ad keeps me going when things are dark and grey!
By Brianna Payne5 years ago in Confessions
When Your Tribe Is - Not Belonging. Top Story - June 2021.
I belong to nowhere. This realization came to me when I was living in London, United Kingdom. I had managed to save up enough holidays to make a month-long trip back to India. I excitedly told my colleague - 'I am going home.' He looked surprised and said, 'Well, you do that every day.' And that's when I realized that home to me had many meanings, unlike other people. And a little bit of introspection, and I realized I had a PhD in not fitting in.
By Anu Sundaram5 years ago in Confessions
A Life Alone
It’s an interesting feeling when you’re in a crowd and feel alone but it’s even more frustrating when you’re in a family and feel alone. I am one of six and while I always had an amazing relationship with my mother, I was never able to connect with my siblings or dad the way they connected with each other. As a teen this haunted me and I would ask what I found a great number of kids ask their parents “am I adopted?” This would usually lead to laughter and a reminder that I looked way too much like my mom to in fact be adopted. As I grew older I was never able to shake this feeling that I was just different. So I collected that because we had parents who allowed us to explore our own desired paths in life that it made this feeling more prominate. I have a sister who enjoys the arts of food, a sister who is a genius with numbers, one brother was great with cars while the other wanted to explore ministry and the oldest brother took to ranching and construction. I’m the creative one in the family, the musically inclined, the inquisitive one. But the character trait that separated me the most was that I research what I’m told, I don’t like taking things at face value, I run towards conflict in hopes to make a change, I enjoy reading books and writing. These things made me “odd” and different but then I was always quickly reminded that different was “a good thing” I learned to except what was and grew accustomed to the idea that I was just different and I shouldn’t put much thought into it.
By Crystal Gordon5 years ago in Confessions
The Positive Side of the Covid-19 Pandemic
For anyone who read the title and thought "sheesh, she must be crazy", don't jump the gun on me and make assumptions. There have been positive things that have come out of this pandemic and being trapped at home, for me at least. I've heard so much negativity towards the pandemic that I would like to shed some light onto the positive side of it.
By Miranda Luck5 years ago in Confessions
Puppy Love
I have always been a dog lover. It’s something about those cute floppy ears & the way they wag their tail to signify just how much they love you. Their love is unconditional, & I’ve often found myself saying that we don’t deserve dogs. (Side note: it always confused me when men are referred to as dogs because the love & loyalty of dogs is unmatched).
By Stephy Ellsworth5 years ago in Confessions
Your Story is My Favourite Story
I’ve always felt my age to be an indescribably liminal thing. If I were to be completely unfiltered about it, I’d say it’s like I’m 5 and 60 years old at the same time: both pressed by the weight of responsibility and maturity of someone twice my age (my life required me to grow up pretty quickly) and then seemingly in the next breath or day dream a rambunctious hyper little kid that wants to do and be everything and seize all that life has to offer in one firestorm of a moment. Or one firestorm of a sentence.
By Ella Olga5 years ago in Confessions
Scissors for Life
When we hear the phrase 'Life saving' we immediately think 'Doctor' or 'Paramedic' and we often forget about the little guys. I am a lifeguard by trade, and by hobby a Lifeguard instructor. An under estimated profession, as we are often looked at as lazy baby sitters and act as janitors for the pool. The unknown skill hidden behind these two facades are indeed exactly what you want to have sitting in that chair, watching you swim in that pool, where nothing ever happens. This if often when, something does happen.
By Calla Lily5 years ago in Confessions
Happiness through stories
Because I am slimy and I am green. No one could ever love a sight unseen” That was the final line of the first and last story that I can remember putting out into the world. I was in mr. Thomas’ fifth grade class and we were promoted to write a story to try to get published in the school newspaper. I had been writing stories for as long as I could remember so this was my time to shine. The story ended up winning an award and it was sent to a local publication which was sent out to all of the schools in the district. This was so amazing to me but also secretly terrifying because I grew up as an immigrant in Phoenix Arizona and that came with hidden traumas that I didn’t get to heal until I was older and thanks to those traumas, I tried to stay under the radar as much as possible. This meant writing and illustrating during recess at lunch and immersing myself in fantasy worlds that I would never share with others. Thanks to my stories I’ve been a wave in the ocean jumping to reach the moon, I’ve been a cloud in the sky, in love with a flower, sending raindrops as gifts, and in this particular story I was a lagoon who was once well loved, but forgotten and dirty. I didn’t realize it then, but I also felt like that lagoon. Alone, disgusting and unloveable. The only thing I had was a ballpoint pen and a piece of paper.
By Selma Nguyen 5 years ago in Confessions
