Bad habits
Title: A Life-Altering Encounter: The Consequences of Alcohol Use ICD-10
The harrowing crash echoed through the neighborhood, disrupting the calm that had once embraced it. John's life would be forever altered by that fateful night, as the consequences of his alcohol use became glaringly evident, compelling him to face the grim reality of his addiction.
Ivan AndricPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsFinding My Voice: A Singer's Journey to Overcome Self-Doubt and Connect with Others through Music
As a singer, I've always known that music has the power to heal. There's something about the vibrations of sound that can touch us deep within our souls, bringing us comfort and joy when we need it most. But what I never expected was just how much music would help me heal my own wounds.
Abhishek VijayanPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsSlow to Anger
One argument. One Slap. One phone call. A multitude of consequences. Back then, I had developed a habit of drinking everyday--definitely not good for my health, in so many ways. Alcohol and mental health issues DO NOT MIX. If you were to ask me why I had started drinking, I would not have had an answer for you. All I know is that drinking helped me escape the existence of my mundane, void-filled life. I was alone. Men related to me on strictly a physical level. They didn't stay and I thought it was because something was wrong with me. I had no job--I was on a fixed income, and although we had everything we needed, the funds to do the things we wanted to do were few and far between. I was a single mother. My son, who had always been close to me, was now a young man about to graduate high school and go to college. He would be leaving me and that saddened and terrified me. Being a mother was my greatest accomplishment; for the last 17 years, I had been nothing else. Looking back, I was not merely unhappy; I was ungrateful. Maybe that was why karma would have its way with me--in order to teach me to appreciate everything and to take nothing or no one for granted.
Tara BranchePublished about a year ago in ConfessionsFear of Covid
Covid…..the mere utterance of it still sends shivers down my spine. Is it just a flu? Or is it really a deadly virus? Being a contagious virus that is believed to have originated from an animal, managing to spread throughout all quarters the world. No country has escaped the devastating effects of this mutating virus with a new strain emerging every few months.
Ashwinni SPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Highs and Lows of Gambling
The potential for significant wins is one of gambling's key allures. Many people continue to play card games, spin the roulette wheel, or place sports bets because of the chance to win a large sum of money. Gamblers seek a natural high from the thrill of anticipation, the outcome developing, and the satisfaction of winning.
DarrenPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsMoment of Truth
Meg had decided on Kenny, although she still loved Damon, it was time she moved on. If he had, she seen no reason for her to not. The weekend hit, Friday night, she spent it all alone, Saturday she’d spent the day cleaning and focusing on school work, that evening she was watching a movie and Damon messaged her. She was in shock and didn’t know what to do, so she opened the message, nothing special, it just said “Hey”. Meg contemplated if she wanted to go down that road again, but then realized she’d regret it if she didn’t, so she replied, “Hi”. Seconds later she’d gotten another messaged from Damon, it was a very long message, which Damon doesn’t do long messages. Meg opened the message, and he basically was apologizing for the way things went down between them, he told her that she was the best thing he’d ever experienced and that he was an idiot for letting her go. Meg didn’t know how to react as she was in shock again, and this was where she needed to decide if she believed him or if it was a trap. Still skeptical and in disbelief, she decided to take the road to heart break yet again, and continued the conversation. They talked most of the night, til bed, and then again all the next day. She asked if they could talk, he agreed; Meg had had so much running through her head the past few months that she went into a deep darkness, scared to love someone again, questioned if love was even real. Resented the idea of couples, everything Damon had made her believe in was gone and Meg wanted him to know. They met up, she talked to him for about 40 minutes and he just listened, but then she said something that hurt him bad and he teared up. Meg felt bad for what she said and hugged him, he then started rubbing his fingers on her thigh and she felt the peace once again that came from his touch and he kissed her. One thing lead to another, and Meg agreed to one last time with him, knowing it would make her crazy the next few days, but she felt guilty and thought it would make things better. She took as many measures as she could to try to prevent attachment, no eye contact, no kissing, hoping that it’d let things be meaningless for her because she knew that it would be to him. Meg had already known, deep in the back of her mind, that Damon just wanted her for sex, she’d known for months. He’d told her more than once that sex with her was better, and different than anything he’d felt, he liked feeling like he meant something. Meg was too blinded by love to see what was truly going on, and once she realized she didn’t want to accept it. She’d always thought they were soulmates, but he never saw her worth anything more than a filler for his emptiness. Meg discovered an emptiness of her own without Damon, but it didn’t matter to him, so she decided to step away. Meg still thinks of Damon daily, he’s the last thing she thinks of at night, first thing she thinks of when she wakes up. She no longer questions if love exists, because she believes Damon is her one true love, and she will never give up on him.
Baby GirlPublished about a year ago in Confessions"The Reflection Obsession:
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Isabella. She was a very confident girl and liked herself very much. In fact, she liked herself so much that she would spend hours every day looking at herself in the mirror.
Marian CavazosPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsBroken.
Monica Carneiro 5/22/2017 Broken It had been months since I last saw you in person. But from what I can tell, those few months broke you. I couldn’t help but silently stare at you, taking note of the dark bags that had formed under your eyes, how those eyes no longer had a shine, your face seemed to have aged years. Fully taking your appearance in I couldn’t help the frown that made its way onto my lips. You were so broken and that was so obvious, but damn, so was I and you didn’t give a shit. All I wanted to do was walk up to you and hold you in my arms, take away any, and all, pain you were feeling and make sure you left with a smile on your face and a better view on life. Though, truth be told, I don’t believe you deserved any of that from me. I loved you, still do, and there is absolutely no doubt in my mind about that. But you left, and quite frankly, that had been for the best. You left and I had to go through everything alone, and god I wouldn’t have wished that on my worst enemy, but I don’t think you were willing to let me help at this point. As much as I may have wanted to help make all your issues disappear I don’t think you would allow me to do so. So instead, I stood those few feet away from you, still frozen from our eyes meeting. I didn’t dare move towards you, I didn’t even breathe. You looked so shocked, as though you just saw a ghost. I will admit I have changed so much since the last time you had seen me. Quite frankly, maybe you were seeing a ghost, because the me you knew was dead. Although, from the looks of it, the you I had known seems fairly dead as well.
Monica CarneiroPublished about a year ago in Confessionsthe storm vs. the still water
You are summer, and I am winter in all my ways. The problem with us does not simply lie in the way we are opposites in multitudes.
merPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Burden of Regret
Regret is an emotional burden that many individuals carry throughout their lives. It arises from a sense of loss, missed opportunities, and the belief that one's present situation could have been better if only they had made different choices in the past. Regret can be a painful and debilitating emotion, but it also has the potential to be transformative and ultimately lead to personal growth. This essay will explore the burden of regret from various perspectives, examining its nature, causes, and effects on the individual and society as a whole. We will also discuss strategies for coping with regret and ways to create a more positive outlook on life, free from the shackles of past mistakes.
UnknownPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Importance of a Balanced Diet: How to Eat Right and Stay Healthy
Eating a healthy and balanced diet is essential for overall health and well-being. A good diet can help reduce the risk of chronic diseases such as heart disease, diabetes, and obesity, and also improve mental health and cognitive function.
PaulPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsWhen The Morning Comes
Introduction I was getting a couple of things in Aldi and the Hall and Oates record started playing over the speakers and it got me to thinking about how my mornings, especially on weekends had sort of changed over the years.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about a year ago in Confessions