Secrets
Throwing Out The Labels
I saw this post recently on Facebook, and I couldn't agree more. Most days, I regret saying anything about being polyamorous when I decided to tell the world two years ago. Although it is my truth, and I had been living this way from the beginning, there is something to be said about not having to say anything, and just being.
By Nailah Robinson5 years ago in Confessions
I'm never going to NOT have anxiety - and that's okay.
I remember being awake for hours in bed at night when I was just six years old. Intrusive thoughts running through my mind, begging me to replay each possible tragedy it could comprehend happening in my life.
By B.K HUTCHEON5 years ago in Confessions
What I learned battling covid with a severe disability
In November of 2020 I was devastated to learn I had developed diabetes at just 33 years old. Even though it was the beginning of the pandemic my doctor told me I had to be admitted to hospital. I face a few things with fear because I already have a disability called cerebral palsy. Just walking was difficult, painful and very tiring. At this point in my life I was using a walker and had to use personal support workers every morning to shower and get dressed. My life was already very stressful, isolating and depressing. I had few friends, and I never left my apartment.
By Julia Stellings5 years ago in Confessions
Writing about writing
It wasn’t the chilly air or endless snow falling outside that made me cold. It was the knowing that for however long, I’d be stuck alone once again in this room, in this bed. Though my circumstance was more than most were blessed with, I selfishly wanted out. Regardless, over the last year and a half I'd been told remaining here would keep me safe, inside. But as time slowly went on, I began to doubt which was worse: isolation or infection.
By Sarah Said5 years ago in Confessions
Things to do if you are falling for your best friend's boyfriend.
Have you ever been in a position where you started developing strong feelings for your bestfriend's boyfriend? It is a terrible place to be in. you don’t know how to feel. You want to be happy for your friend, but somewhere you are jealous as well. you experience heartbreak when you see them together, at the same time you feel pathetic to cheat on your friend. You are always confused to select between your friend and her boyfriend.
By Simran Chimaniya5 years ago in Confessions
I Still Check The Back Of Wardrobes. Top Story - July 2021.
I wasn't middle-class enough to be read to, instead, I perfected reading by torchlight so I didn't wake up my brother with whom I shared a room. My parents would turn a blind-eye to the little glowing tent I formed every evening. Today, such a glow would be emanating from a screen and Youtube but in the late 80s and early 90s, the glow was reflecting off the heavily thumbed pages of The Chronicles of Narnia.
By Argumentative Penguin5 years ago in Confessions
Following a Thread
Following a thread is a metaphor for what it is I do to find inner peace. I am a self-producing musician. I write, record, mix, and master my favorite styles of music. There are a lot of finer details that are apart of these processes that I will gladly type out for you to read. There are places from which I draw inspiration from and these include listening to specific artists/musicians, watching certain movies, and also consuming certain types of content. All of this is a labor of love.
By James Bates5 years ago in Confessions
Marriage
I do I do I do I do I do..... What did I actually say I do to ? Oh! I wish that I knew what I Know now... Love and Marriage, go together like a horse and carriage. Songs have been sung for a Thousands of years, and if you stand in a desert and breathe through the stillness. It has been said, 'sounds and music come through the breeze guiding you in the right direction'.
By Karen Venus5 years ago in Confessions
"Invisible"
"What was, was" My life as it were. I was newly separated and in emotional pain all the time, way back in the late 1980s and early 1990s. My daughter Melissa had been born prematurely, and thereafter our security and lives changed forever. Life would never be safe again. It would not be sane. I would not have any skills or talents ever again.
By WriterS.InK Inc. (Sandy Groyer)5 years ago in Confessions
How to eat with just a little Stone
I love the way this story is told. The Stone’s Broth is a Portuguese traditional dish with a traditional tale. I like this story because it shows one of the best characteristics of the Portuguese people: we can always come up with some solution, whatever the fate gifts us. It’s an inspiration to go though depression and other kinds of problems.
By Sofia Duarte5 years ago in Confessions
