Bad habits
Addiction
I guess I always did have a problem with alcohol. The first time I ever drank at a young age led to a blackout. So did most of the other times when I come to think about it. I suspect genetics, bad choices, and a little childhood trauma mixed with an addictive personality are to blame here, but who really knows? I guess it doesn’t really matter, I just have to deal with it now.
By Patrick Meowler3 years ago in Confessions
Cameron Herrin | The 23 Year Old Tik Tok Star In 24 Year's Jail Term
A young and talented TikToker, Cameron found himself catapulted into the spotlight through his engaging presence and captivating content on the platform. However, his meteoric rise to fame took an unfortunate and tragic turn, leading to serious legal repercussions that would forever change the course of his life. In this article, we delve into the captivating journey of Cameron Herrin as a TikTok sensation and the circumstances that ultimately led to the charges he faced.
By Nicholas Moses3 years ago in Confessions
SHATTERED ASPIRATIONS OF YOUTH IN AFRICA
Once I was six years old, making promises worth billions of dollars, to Mama and Papa. Like it was an easy task, I said, "Mum, I will buy three big cars for you and daddy one day, a private jet, and build a house with a swimming pool for you. I will give you lots of money. I will employ three drivers, and five house maids". When I turned ten years, life was still rosy. I kept making promises. Promised to make a name for myself and my family. I told my mum, "one day, I will become a doctor and take you abroad". Even though, we were just struggling to survive, I was determined to make my family famous and respected. Once I was twelve years, I was hit by a huge blow from failure. I thought of my struggling parents, how they starved to send me to secondary school, and now returning to them with a report that read: “Advised to withdraw". I felt a pang of pain as I dragged myself home, to present my report card filled with reds and tears, to my parents. I thought of the promises I made to my parents as a kid, and wept bitterly. Again, at age sixteen, my dreams of becoming a writer, crumbled. I couldn't afford the fees to publish my works, neither did I have a means of working online to get money. I couldn't proceed to the university to pursue my dreams of becoming a doctor, due to lack of funds. My father, a retired teacher, wasn't paid his pension and my family suffered the consequences. Once I was seventeen years, I became a victim of unfortunate circumstances. While struggling for my daily meals, deep into the night, I stumbled upon a group of guys, mercilessly beating up a defenseless teenage guy of my age. He was shot on the spot and I was discovered by them. I received the beatings of my life, then was threatened to join them in their fraudulent ways. I thought of my parents, and the promises I made to them and how proud they will be if I eventually fulfilled them. I looked at the guys one more time and their huge cars, then made up my mind to join them. At least, I will stop struggling for my daily meals now. Once I was nineteen years old, I made my first One hundred million naira. It was a dream come true. I can finally give my parents lots of money, buy a mansion and cars for them. Only if, they were still alive to witness my success. In my quest for riches to cater for my family, I took a wrong step. When I was eighteen, my guys told me of a way to get rich quick and I didn't disagree. I was taken to a place, where I only have to stab an empty Calabash and I will be rich. So easy, I thought, I stabbed the Calabash and indeed after three days, I made five million naira from my fraudulent work. Barely a week after, my father died, mysteriously. Again, I stabbed the empty Calabash, and made One hundred million naira. My dear Mother, was eaten up by worms after a week, also. Unknown to me, I unintentionally used my parents for ritual while trying to care for them. Now, I’m all alone, sad and rich in regrets. Once I was Twenty years old, I lost my bearings. Lost my sanity, my home and peace. The streets became my home, where I roam naked and eat from dirt.
By Silas Bassey3 years ago in Confessions
Three gifts that sobriety has given me over the past three years
I should clarify that sobriety (for me) is no alcohol, as everyone’s idea of sobriety is different. Alcohol, to me, is the most toxic substance, along with sugar you can consume, and both, of course legal.
By sara burdick3 years ago in Confessions
Why am I here?. Top Story - August 2023.
After reading some stories from others who have confessed their reasons for writing, I am inspired to share my own. The pandemic has changed me in ways I never expected but let's be honest, anyone who says the pandemic didn't change them in some way, shape, or form, is telling a bold faced lie. I am a 39 year old female and feel as if I could be the poster child of late in life diagnosis of ADHD and Anxiety. I'll spare you the details of my medication journey since I've covered that in another story (No Manual for This). I am now medication free and learning to navigate life with two mental illnesses that feed off of each other and can keep me incredibly high strung if I let them.
By Elizabeth Brown3 years ago in Confessions
When Depression Comes Back . Content Warning.
About a year ago I posted some tips on how I was able to keep depression at bay with showers, meditation and affirmations. I wanted to share this information with everyone because I know how debilitating depression can be. For about a year I was able to live depression free. My mood had ups and downs but nothing like what I experienced before. However two months ago that all changed. I work in the education field and have a pretty set routine from Monday to Friday. I go to sleep early, wake up early, work for 8 hours, go home and follow a detailed written schedule everyday except for the weekends.
By Lily3 years ago in Confessions
Trash
As I checked in to the hotel the woman above checked me in. I had to give her my tribal identification and my credit card. When I explained that the conference was paying for my hotel, she didn't have it showing that in front of her. I said I would take care of it the next day and was on my way.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Confessions
Stampede: Greatest Show on Earth
Stampede is the biggest event in my hometown. The smell of deep fried foods waft through the air, suddenly cowboy boots and shoes appear in store windows, downtown is covered in comical drawings of the Midwest. The atmosphere of Calgary does a 180 turn from people afraid to talk to one another to excitement. Stampede means summer is actually here. The weather turns undeniably hot and with the combination of buzzing food trucks; the temperature rises. The world looks different. For one thing, I love the excuse to wear my cowboy boots that are stashed away in the back of my closet. Secondly, going to the concerts are worth saving every penny. Thirdly, the food! Weird food ideas such as deep friend pickles or mustard and ketchup ice cream can be only found at the Stampede. The early and free stampede breakfasts at random grocery stores or parking lots fill up with people waiting to get their pancakes and maple syrup with a side of sausage. The carnival rides and games are all excitement and fun. This sounds like a good time doesn’t it?
By Adrianna M. Braun3 years ago in Confessions
