Secrets
Writing Saved my Life
If I tell you that I am a Scorpio sun, Aquarius moon, Capricorn rising, does that bring a soft 'aaahh' to your lips? What if I tell you that according to a medium I spoke with recently all my chakras are blocked or misaligned and that my third eye has 'stuck' in the process of opening. What about if I tell you that I am and have been for over ten years an emotionally avoidant, disassociative, suicidal depressive?
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Confessions
Tales from the trip
Three teenagers had decided to drive in the middle of the night for tiny cube sheets of paper. Having drove for 4 hours they had finally reached their destination . A house settled in the field right outside a town waited for their arrival. 6 sheets to divided among the three had been given . They decided it would be wise to consume the sheets right before the long drive back . 30 minutes down the road their vison shifted dramatically . Odds began to give weight to a certain death. Three teenagers crashed dead on the highway started forming within the mind filling the air with treamendous doubt. One teen had truly been experienced in the arts of meditation , always disregarding death claiming to his friends and family its just an illusion. But waiting after death with life attuned to their favor was the death of humanity...
By Jaziah Vasquez4 years ago in Confessions
There’s No Music On My Headphones!. Top Story - February 2022.
My name is Angel and this is my autistic confession. If you walk into the break room at my work while I’m having lunch, you may notice that I’m wearing headphones. The headphones are usually connected to my cellphone.
By Angel Mann4 years ago in Confessions
Collection of the Hopes & Fears
I am 24 years old and I have no clue what to do with my life. I have no purpose. Am I supposed to at my age? By now many of my peers have five affiliate marketing business, sipping bobo tea and driving around in their too-difficult-to-sit-down cars living the entrepreneur lifestyle. The other half of my peers could be hustling their way through another year of grunt work, paperclips and say-it-don't-spray-it teachers.
By Sapphire R4 years ago in Confessions
Why I Loved Being A Mistress
I was climbing the corporate ladder quickly at the "AAA" rated banking institute I had been working for just under ten years. Without a college education I had to work from the bottom, as a clerk, to the current position I was in as an auditor. My reputation had been built on my system and product knowledge. Which put me in numerous projects as the lead analyst. Giving me a hand up into a world of Managers, GM's and CEOs that had no clue about the inside process but knew it was something that required immediate attention and an expert to ensure nothing fell through.
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Confessions
July 17, 1981
(names have been changed for personal privacy) Since the breakup with George, I fell into a deep depression. I considered him to be the respite from my difficult and dreary life. Days went on for what seemed an eternity. Nights couldn’t come soon enough, and the mornings always came too soon. It was in my dreams that I found solace. The one thing I still carried in me was a good escape in those nighttime dreams. I was with George, and we were happy. The abuse never entered my dream life. It was as if God was saying, “You deserve a good night’s sleep. The days ahead will be long and hard.”
By Susan Sargis4 years ago in Confessions
Breaking Free
I juggled baby girl from my left hip to my right and hiked my purse higher on my shoulder, pulling car keys out of my pocket. My car had a hard time starting this morning so we were parked on the outskirts of the parking lot, the consequences of being late. The lot was almost deserted and baby girl and I were the only ones hustling through. I could hear the click of my heels and the distant hoot of a barn owl amid the other night noises.
By J Magnuson4 years ago in Confessions
An open conversation about being in love with the idea of love.
When I first met you I thought the world of you. You were so bright and logical! I thought you had the world in the palm of your hand. You knew what you wanted and had no shame in speaking your mind, just like me. When I looked at you, I saw myself. You inspired me to work harder on my passions, embrace my sexuality and look at the parts of me that needed work; A LOT of work! Whilst getting to know you, I realized a lot at this time. I also had a lot to look forward to after work…at the time, at least. I looked up to you as well as falling face-first at even the thought of you. Looking back, this disgusts me! However, those were my feelings at the time. This was truly a wake-up call. I had constant nightmares about you and our friend group at the time. Now I know those were my conscious warning me about the whole situation. But at the time, they were just nightmares; you told me to ignore them because “they will never come true.” and “I’ll always be there for you.” You even said you could prove my subconscious wrong! It’s laughable now, I will never doubt my mind ever again knowing what I know now. But, let’s continue with the story.
By Em Blackrose n Ambisious4 years ago in Confessions
Troubling Waters
I had written a about a dream where there were flooding waters. I had written about a dream where I had paddled myself upstream from the ocean into a river. I had written about a dream where tadpoles were as colorful as they were plentiful. I had written about a dream where as fast as the water had entered, it had left. I had written about a dream where horses drew carriages in wooden cottage towns. Now I write about a dream where I learn to practice a lesson where waters trouble me, but do not disturb my state of mind. Where ever there are waters, there will be trouble with keeping my head afloat. Yet, whenever there is water, I learn how to tread in another way.
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Confessions
