Stream of Consciousness
Love is a Many Splendored Thing
You have quality ears And a high-end nose. Grade A meat on your bones. I once worshipped whoever I was with. The writing above is an entry in one of my journals about the primary in my first polyamorous relationship. The anesthetizing effect of love on my bipolar brain is well-documented in my writing and therapist’s notes. Monogamous or polyamorous didn’t matter to me at first. What mattered was that I had someone to call my own. I wanted to have a person like a possession. I wanted an object to admire, to use when convenient, and to ignore when it suited me. Of course, I never would have articulated my desires in this way. It sounded more like “soul-mates” or “they’re my everything.” It was romantic hyperbole. Love-bombing from a disordered brain. I would knock you off that pedestal as quickly as I built it for you. I wasn’t properly medicated for my bipolar disorder until I was twenty-seven, so every relationship before that was marred by the whims of my dysfunctional mind.
By kp2 years ago in Confessions
Ensuring Inclusive Citizenship: Amit Shah's Commitment to Implement CAA Before 2024 Elections
In the realm of Indian politics, the issue of citizenship has been a topic of intense debate and controversy, particularly surrounding the Citizenship (Amendment) Act (CAA) passed in December 2019. Union Home Minister Amit Shah has recently reiterated the government's commitment to implementing the CAA before the 2024 Lok Sabha elections. This reaffirmation comes amidst ongoing discussions, protests, and misconceptions regarding the Act's provisions and implications.
By Avhishek Agarwal2 years ago in Confessions
Be my Valentine
In the celestial realm, where stars twinkled like diamonds in the vast expanse of the night sky, there existed two beings of immense power and beauty - an angel named Seraphina and a demon named Azazel. Seraphina, with her radiant wings of gold and eyes as blue as the clearest ocean, was the embodiment of purity and grace. Azazel, with his dark wings and piercing red eyes, possessed a seductive allure that captivated all who beheld him. Despite their inherent differences, they found themselves drawn to each other, their hearts entwined in a forbidden love.
By Varsha2 years ago in Confessions
11 days
I am so proud that I have made it 11 days no alcohol! Yesterday was so chaotic in my house I felt like I just couldn't catch a break. But I kept pushing through and keeping myself busy with little things. I finally made myself a therapy appoint, so that will be on the 19th of this month. I was actually on Instagram yesterday and an account I follow shared a website to search for therapist. I felt that it was meant to be so I went on there and searched for people in my city. The first person I saw on there caught my attention, and seemed perfect for my situation. She specializes in dealing with anxiety, depression, and past trauma so I am really hopeful that this will work out. I am going to be paying for it out of my own pocket which I know will be a little more pricey but I have to try something. I have tried going through my insurance which honestly was such a bad experience that I almost wrote off therapy all together. Then I tried better help, and I did actually find someone through them but she ended up leaving 4 months after I started. I feel blessed that I am even able to do things this way, as I know there are so many that can't. This is why I always want to share my story and let people know that if they ever need someone that I am here. I have sometimes felt so alone in life in general and throughout so many of life's journeys, and I don't want anyone to ever feel that way. Just know you're never alone.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Confessions
I Am A Problem. Content Warning.
Introduction I know I am a problem for most people. I see it every day on Vocal and Facebook, or I think I do. Since before Christmas, it has been made clear that my work is not good enough and there is nothing I can do to rectify that.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
Anxious Attachment
I think dating in general has always been difficult for some, even before the rise of dating apps. But I do feel the introduction of them on top of social media has made it far worse. I haven't had the best luck in love, so needless to say when I do finally find someone it sends my anxious attachment into overdrive. I am so scared of being abandoned that the slightest change in someone's attitude will send me into the worst case scenario. Don't even get my started on texting, at this point I almost wish it didn't exist! It's my goal to begin working on this part of myself, so I can be better for myself and my relationships.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Confessions
LOVE
Love is a complex and indescribable dance of emotions that surpasses boundaries. It is a mysterious connection that binds hearts, fostering compassion, empathy, and selflessness. Love is not a fleeting feeling, but a deep force that withstands challenges, nurturing growth and understanding. It is the warmth found in a shared glance, the comforting touch, and the unspoken language that resonates between souls. Love is both a gentle breeze and a powerful storm, capable of bringing joy, pain, and transformation. Ultimately, love is the essence of human connection, a beautiful journey that enriches the fabric of life.
By Paloma Writes2 years ago in Confessions
The History of Valentine's Day.
Valentine's Day, a day dedicated to expressing love and affection, has a long and diverse history that spans centuries and has been shaped by various cultural and historical influences. Although the modern celebration is associated with the exchange of cards, flowers, and romantic gestures, the origins of Valentine's Day can be traced back to ancient traditions and Christian history.
By Paloma Writes2 years ago in Confessions
MISPLACED
In the bustling city's quiet corners, there existed a realm where forgotten things resided. This realm, known as the realm of the misplaced, was where lost items found themselves in a peculiar purgatory. Among them was a weathered pocket watch named Oliver.
By Paloma Writes2 years ago in Confessions
A Trip Through Self-Humiliation: The Mirror's Reflection
I sat by myself in the poorly lighted room, bearing the consequences of my actions heavily on my mind. The sound of my own labored breathing is the only sound breaking the silence. I've wrestled with my old demons many nights, haunted by regretful and ashamed recollections. But I feel like I have to face them head-on tonight and admit the truth about how humble I really am.
By Chinedu Charles Okonkwo2 years ago in Confessions
Things feel different now
I first want to start by saying a huge THANK YOU to all of your support on my "Back to Square One" post! To everyone one that took the time to read it, read and comment, even subscribe to me, it means the world to me and you will never know how it's truly helping me. This also made top story and I am honestly speechless, I just couldn't be more grateful. Thank you everyone again from the bottom of my heart.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Confessions
