Secrets
Almost Love: Part Three
The more time passes, the more we realize that this cannot last. We are ridiculous, clutching to something that always had short shelf life and too many expectations. We are the Someday People, knowing that someday never comes and never taking any real risks on each other, emotional or otherwise. We are lovers who can never admit to being any such thing. Knowing it has to end, though, makes every moment feel inevitable; right now is all we will ever have. It is an addiction, necessary, hard to put down and impossible to walk away from. We are like tides of the ocean, pushing away and pulling together, never quite able to escape. Unsure if we even want to.
By Shea Keating4 years ago in Confessions
I Didn’t know.
The years that I didn’t know that I was me. I use to go through life thinking that being abused was normal. This line of thinking used to frustrate me, irritate me, and it was the norm in my world. I found out later that it wasn’t the norm. It was just something that I had to heal from alone without too many people around me except for my inner cycle. I grew up not knowing who I was. I grew up with all the wrong mindsets of who I thought I was supposed to be. Living in the vicious cycle of constantly wondering if I am good enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, are my breast is the right size, do I have a flat ass? Just all of the crazy and negative things that go with not knowing who you are as a person.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Confessions
From Alien to Alien. The true story of his life.
We are in this Victorian-type bathroom somewhere in Amsterdam. It’s few moments before the sunrise. The faint light from the window in a wooden frame painted aged white catches a worn-out ornamented rag in front of the tab. A typical room of a maid who once had tea with Darwin and walked dinosaurs.
By Helen Vechurko 4 years ago in Confessions
Almost Love: Part One
I see him standing across the room like a cliché, only we aren’t at a dimly-lit bar and this isn’t a romantic comedy. I know going into this that our story, if we even get one, has no happy ending. Given that I am entering into something with the unintentional (but no less inevitable) consequence of destroying something else, given that I am using the skills I have to achieve what I want, given that I have repeatedly damned the consequences, I know full well that karma will eat me alive by the end.
By Shea Keating4 years ago in Confessions
Toxicity
You say you want this to work but you aren't doing anything to help. You ask me what's wrong and when I tell you, you get angry. You get mad at me over the smallest things. You constantly yell and scream. If I'm ever upset about anything it's because it's my fault. My feelings are never valid to you but yours are always valid.
By Jasmine Harris4 years ago in Confessions
The Writings
Inscribed to the members of the Badette family: "The words written here are as specific to our lineage as the blood that courses through your veins. Regard it as such, cherish it and let the roots of our family tree deepen and strengthen with each generation."
By Jessica jones4 years ago in Confessions
Suffering in Silence
Do you ever feel like you are screaming at the top of your lungs but, no one hears you? It is just as Rose said in Titanic, "I feel like I'm in the middle of a room screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up." That is depression. That is silent suffering. Two things lots of people do not seem to understand. Just because a person has friends, socializes and smiles does not automatically mean that they are happy. Maybe this person is dying on the inside and you just cannot see it. A person that has depression like this may have to force themselves to get out of bed in the morning whenever they feel like they just want to lay there and die.
By Karly Krull4 years ago in Confessions
Your Friend Z
No way was I going to let it happen. Nope, not a chance. I had been through this same bs before, I knew the drill, I was an expert on this. But, this time was different, right? This time would end in a happy ending, yes? No, it couldn’t, it never did and never would. But still…
By Zenith4 years ago in Confessions
The Aquarium and That F*#*'n Blue Light
Twin Flame...that word, I used to love it but now, somedays it feels like a prison sentence. Four years ago, I had never even heard of Twin Flames. In fact, if someone explained to me what it was; I would have laughed in their face. This Twin Flame journey is difficult, to say the least. I've had lots of relationships that are like an emotional rollercoaster. This, "twin flame" journey is like the teacups ride. At first it feels fun and like you are seeing the world from a whole new perspective. Then suddenly, you start feeling nauseous but when you try to even sit up there is a strong force holding you in place. Panic sets in as you realize you have no control over this experience. You can slightly change the direction by working very hard to "steer" the chaos. Then comes the puking. On one had you know you got to get it out, but you also know if you do it is going to end up all over your face. Which results in an extremely unpleasant experience; being forced to just hold the puke in your mouth. I was reluctant to discuss my twin flame story because I know how crazy it sounds. Especially to those unaware of the higher dimensions around us at all times. However, due to the challenges of this connection I decided my story needed to be shared to help others.
By Mikey Lane, MS, LPC, Energy Healer, Medium4 years ago in Confessions
