Taboo
The Hidden Journey
The life of an empath is a lonely journey. Picking up on everyone and everything is exhausting! So much so you may view yourself as the victim, or think you are depressed, anxious or an introvert. If you identify with any of these it does not necessarily mean you are an empath.
By Liza Spiridon3 years ago in Confessions
Rich People are not Better Than You
People have always accused me of sourrounding myself with people than are "beneath" me. I don't see anyone beneath me is what they don't understand. First, there is no caste system in America. Rich people are not better than you. Please understand that if you think differently, that is the result of capitalism. Your productivity does not determine your worth. The biggest scam played on the American public is that working harder will get you somewhere in life. It almost never does. Rich people have connections to make their dreams work. That's truly the only difference between you and them.
By Susan Eileen 3 years ago in Confessions
an okay saturday
September 3rd, 2022 It’s been a happy day so far. I’m lying in bed and there are clouds in the sky, occasionally blocking the Sun and introducing the cooling shade of soon to be Autumn, my favorite season. The dark and orange tones of this time of the year soothe me. The sunsets are mesmerizing and the days are both warm and cold.
By Ms. Rodwell3 years ago in Confessions
Sister or Super Hero
It’s never too late to become a Super Hero! I’ve had to become just that over the past year... and I feel like one too! And my name is actually Diana just like Wonder Woman. I’m also an Aries, daughter to Aries parents.. guess who Wonder Woman’s father is??
By The Vibe Podcast 4 years ago in Confessions
Please, Let Me Go
Even though the night was still young, I was already incredibly drunk. Trying to drown the anger, fear, and pain radiating inside of me with cheap tequila and wine coolers. Earlier that day, I had felt so hollow, my emotions echoing inside of me. But their echos became louder and louder, instead of fading like normal echoing would. Normal...why had my life been so very abnormal? Why couldn’t I be like a regular person, a person who doesn’t so consistently make horrible and self-deprecating choices over, and over, and OVER again. Maybe I deserved this...that hours ago, my request for a protective order against my recent ex-boyfriend was denied. After all, I was the one who chose to stay with him for so long, through all the abuse, lies, and constantly being taken advantage of.
By Bre Andi4 years ago in Confessions
On the Edge to Darkness
I feel like losing myself. I feel like falling into this drug that is you. You stay dormant in my head in front of the King of nightmares. You are holding keys to my heart that I fight to have. I opened my life to you only to find more wounds to be dug deeper. This drug feels so familiar. Like a drug that makes you an addict. I don’t know why or how to stop. I took a break and found a way to stop. I even moved on to a different type of drug just to erase you. Still, you emerge as if a lost soul looking for grievances.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
The Cord with No Slack
I’ve had this frequent thought of jumping off a bridge. Well, more like leaning forward, letting go, and falling. I don’t know where I am in the world or how I got there but, I always see myself in the same place -- holding onto metal guardrails, chest pointed to the sky, eyes taking in the world around me, and toes wiggling over the edge while my heels are still firm on the pavement.
By Kaylen Misako4 years ago in Confessions
Starr Theory
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well I am one to disagree personally; when you realize what space is you will be rushed with the feeling of euphoria beyond belief. I’ve had much fear of death recently after hardship and loss, and I went to the deepest and darkest depths of my soul. I was lost in this world and I think we all feel the same. The yearning for more, the need for validation, the desire for love, the list could go on for years. We all feel it and we all receive these gifts differently. However, it’s not just gifts we receive, and sometimes we feel hopeless. We kill ourselves slowly with cigarettes or quickly with a bullet to the dome. These experiences are all fully necessary in life as they are all different. They are all unique paths with unique stories to tell and they should be shared.
By Connor starr4 years ago in Confessions
