The Storyteller
Bio
Hello. I am she of many names and faces. I like to write. I like to share stories. Some are mine. Some are others. There's a lot that has been witnessed and not enough time to share it all. Lets get started.
Stories (13/0)
Crushed
It happened during an argument. I could feel the switch happen. The one that decides your emotions for the next six months to a year. One sentence completely wrecked me. I still hear it. Every day, multiple times a day. One sentence that just will not stop haunting me
By The Storyteller2 years ago in Confessions
PREPARE TO DIE: FANGIRL EDITION
Human beings are quite perplexing. Some have enormous amounts of fear that dominate their daily lives. Some have an enormous amount of fear and use it to push themselves forward. Either way, most people have a huge fear of something.
By The Storyteller3 years ago in Gamers
Watch your Fucking language. Or not.
Throughout our lives, we’re raised to be mindful of profanities. Don’t cuss in public. No swearing in front of grandma. “Yes Bobby Joe, I know our last name is Sailor-Mouth, but you can not swear like a sailor!” Yeah, those people. Fuck’em.
By The Storyteller3 years ago in Confessions
I am not a Cheetah
I read a story, not long ago, about a woman who compared herself to a cheetah in a zoo. She felt trapped, trying to break the cycle of addiction that sadness and lifestyle acceptance had brought upon her. She found herself feeling empathy towards this cheetah. Just like her, this cheetah wanted to be free. This cheetah was supposed to be wild, untamed, and happy. Everything she wanted to be. So she decided to be like a wild cheetah.
By The Storyteller3 years ago in Humans
The Story of My Mental Illnesses
Wow, this is a hard topic to talk about. I was diagnosed young. Back when mental illness was just becoming everyone’s normal routine. They said I had ADHD. They didn’t know how wrong they were. They thought they had me figured out. Turns out, I was just a seven year old girl, hiding behind a lie.
By The Storyteller3 years ago in Psyche
Maybe That's Okay
I have an insatiable urge to write. I’m not quite sure what yet. Maybe I’ll find out by the time I’m done rambling. I’m not sure how to describe what I’m currently feeling. Maybe scared or nervous or happy or lonely. Maybe I’m not feeling anything. Maybe I’m feeling everything. Maybe that’s okay.
By The Storyteller3 years ago in Motivation
A different kind of child
Many people say that things were different in their times. That can be true more for some, than it can for others. I come from an racial background. As a child, I saw it as half accepted, and half rejected. There were a large horde of people who didn’t like me, purely based on my color. There were even more, however, who didn’t accept me because of my social standing in the economy. Basically, we were dirt poor. However, I was happy and loved. So fuck what they think.
By The Storyteller3 years ago in Journal
The year that I spent with an umbilical hernia that doctors could not find
In today’s society, it is expected to be able to trust a doctor. Sometimes they’re wrong, but most times they’re right. In the past year, I managed to stump nine doctors. Three of them being emergency room doctors. One of them finally helped me, but he too, was left stumped. I’ve lost so much time being in pain, jumping around doctors, getting bloodwork and appointments that led nowhere.
By The Storyteller3 years ago in Longevity
