Childhood

Why Did You Hate Me So Much?
Tears fill my eyes as I write this Mother’s Day Confession. It is with a sad heart that I share this, growing up I went through hell. Why did you mentally, emotionally, physically, and verbally abuse me as a child? I struggled with low self-esteem, negative thoughts, and feelings of self-doubt about myself that no child should have to endure.
By Ur Girl4 years ago in Confessions
living with ADHD
I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was 6-years-old. To say it's misunderstood both by people who have ADHD and people who don't have it is an understatement.
By Shelby smith 💖 4 years ago in Confessions
My First and Last Time Fighting a Bully
Before I begin to tell you about my experience with a bully, let me set the stage. It was the early 90s, Vanilla Ice was flowing like a harpoon, Forrest Gump was running just because he liked to, and I was in love with Baby Spice.
By S.A. Ozbourne4 years ago in Confessions
Why you should invest more
When I was in college I had a great study routine. I went to the Helen C. White Library on the University of Wisconsin campus in Madison every Monday through Thursday night. I headed straight to the quiet study section of the ‘brary, found a private study cube, and focused intensely for 45 to 60 minutes at a pop.
By Danniel4 years ago in Confessions
Raised by crackheads
I learned from part one that writing about my childhood is super therapeutic. I was a little embarrassed reading part one over again. Noticing every little mistake. But hey, it's my story right? I'm going to jump right into this one.
By Kat 4 years ago in Confessions
What was the cruelest rumor you’ve heard about another kid when you were in school?
There was that girl that had been lonely all her life. People, especially in school, disliked her because she was “strange”, “a nerd”, “too quiet” and just “different”.
By Faraz4 years ago in Confessions
Runt Of The Litter
There I am, shy of 14. I never thought I was the runt; a little weak soul that didn't grow just like it should have. Never noticed the strange stares or sniggers and sarcastic remarks - I just laughed along too. Being the start of every joke wasn't so strange to me and even if it hurt my feelings, wasn't there peace in just smiling it away? Because where had standing up for myself ever got me. The answer you wonder? Nowhere. There was no happy place in confidence because my circle did not embrace me for who I was.
By The Little Sil4 years ago in Confessions
Yarn Bowl
Know more about yarn bowl The yarn bowl plays an important role in keeping your yarn clean and organized. Besides this, it keeps your yarn untangled which is the most important thing for you. It has many other uses too like it can be used as a decorative option with storing your yarn and it will help you as a reminder to work on the project that you have started.
By yarntraders4 years ago in Confessions
Mantras
Healing naturally from a Traumatic life has been a very painful experience. I had to learn and unlearn a lot Toxic behavior that had been imprinted in my Brain, my life, by my own family.
By The Vibe Podcast 4 years ago in Confessions
When We Were Young
When I was young, in the summer I would wait for my parents and everyone else in the house to go to bed at night. When I was sure they had, I would get up, sneak out and leave my backdoor unlocked so I could get back in, and hang around with friends in my neighborhood most of the night. It was dark and quiet, at the same time something was always happening.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Confessions
Yeah, I Was THAT Five-Year-Old. Top Story - March 2022.
Remember your first days of school? The sea of kids. The improvised colored paper name tag pinned to your clothes on arrival. The way the teacher looked at you. The way the lunch kits smelled. The unknown threat of how your life would come to an end.
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Confessions
Thank You Mom And Dad, Now I Get It
At the time, when I was just a child, it just sounded annoying, to hear the same things all over again. I always asked myself why are they constantly repeating the same stuff? Why do I have to make my bed if I’ll lay on it later? Why do I have to tidy the room if the maid is coming next? Why study Monday to Friday, if there is so much time left for the evaluation period?
By Isabel Noronha4 years ago in Confessions