Bad habits
Happy no matter what
It's pretty clear that the objective of every single person on earth is to be happy, it just comes down to what that means for you. Everything we do always has as objective to make us happy. Added to that, our brain has been able to convince us to do things which don’t always act in our advantage, but it makes us get the feeling that we are happy.It's difficult to get a person to do something which doesn’t make them happy over a long period of time. Maybe in a short while we might succeed with that, but if a person’s mind doesn’t come to terms with their actions, then they’ll have a mental break-down.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
"Friends"
Hi , just watching some youtube videos.Some Indonesian funny show.Already 2.21 am.Dont really have much to write but have a milion story and situastion in my head to express.But the case is, I dont really have anyone to share my story,jokes,or problem.I personally really felt that i am kinda funny guy because whenever my friend around me,they always laugh at my joke.But remember,they just ordinary friends.I dont know is it just me or what,i dont really trust them to share my problem and whats going on in my mind lately.After so many years we are becoming friends,i dont think they will took my problem seriously and really cocerned about me.After that,i realized that when we grown up,each humanity on this world have their or problem to take care and handle with.
By imrnzry2 years ago in Confessions
A Few Thoughts On Writing. Content Warning.
Introduction I love writing and pouring out thoughts about anything, but I have this devil that keeps telling me that I am lazy and no one wants to read my stories, so I punch him in the face and it shuts him up for a bit.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
From Darkness to Light:My Journey of Escaping Addiction . AI-Generated.
I still remember the day my addiction consumed me. I was lying in a hospital bed, my body ravaged by the substance I had been feeding it for years. My family surrounded me, their faces etched with worry and disappointment. I knew I had lost everything that truly mattered – my health, relationships, and self-respect. My addiction had started innocently enough. I was prescribed painkillers for a legitimate injury, but soon I found myself craving the escape they offered from my emotional pain. Before long, I was consuming them by the handful, lying to my loved ones, and stealing to fund my habit. But in that hospital bed, something shifted within me. I realized I had two choices: succumb to the darkness or fight for the light. With a newfound determination, I began my journey toward recovery. The road ahead was long and arduous. I faced withdrawal symptoms that felt like torture, but I persevered. I attended therapy sessions, joined support groups, and surrounded myself with people who understood my struggle. Each day was a battle, but I slowly started to rebuild my life. I started with small victories – a day without drugs, a honest conversation with a loved one, a walk outside feeling the sun on my face. These tiny triumphs gave me the strength to keep moving forward. I learned to confront my emotional pain, to face the traumas I had been running from. I discovered healthy coping mechanisms – meditation, writing, and art. I started to see the world in a new light, to appreciate its beauty and wonder. The support of my loved ones was invaluable. They stood by me, even when I had given up on myself. Their unwavering belief in my potential kept me going on the darkest days. As I progressed in my recovery, I realized that addiction is not a moral failing but a disease. I learned to forgive myself and others, to let go of the guilt and shame that had haunted me for so long. Today, I stand as a testament to the power of resilience and redemption. I have rebuilt my life, piece by piece, and found a sense of purpose and fulfillment. I still attend therapy sessions and support groups, not because I'm weak but because I'm strong enough to acknowledge my vulnerabilities. My journey has taught me that escape from addiction is possible, but it requires courage, determination, and support. If you're struggling, know that you're not alone. There is hope, there is light, and there is a way out of the darkness.In the end, my addiction became a blessing in disguise. It forced me to confront my flaws, to grow as a person, and to appreciate the beauty of life. I will always be grateful for that hospital bed, for the rock bottom that pushed me to rise above.
By Akinpade Oluwatoyin2 years ago in Confessions
Does it really matter that much
I recently came across the concept of “if you look at a small problem too closely, you are going to make a big deal out of it” which is quite true in a lot of ways because the closer you come to an object, the bigger it looks in your eyes. This quote is very telling, when you consider your relationships and how you interact with different persons. Someone might do something very insignificant but because of the dynamic we have with this person it will push us to make a big deal out of it, meanwhile with another person we would not even bother.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
My Journey to Quitting Drinking Alcohol
Quitting drinking alcohol is one of the most significant and challenging decisions one can make. It's a journey filled with ups and downs, requiring immense willpower, support, and self-reflection. I embarked on this path a few years ago, and the transformation it brought to my life has been profound. In this article, I'll share my personal experiences and insights to help you or someone you know who might be struggling with alcohol.
By zenGaze2 years ago in Confessions
From Shadows to Light
The neon lights of the bar flickered erratically, casting a garish glow over the dimly lit interior. The steady hum of conversation was punctuated by the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter. At a corner table, nursing his third whiskey of the evening, sat John Harris. The once vibrant and ambitious advertising executive was now a shadow of his former self, trapped in a relentless cycle of alcohol addiction.
By Lee Lien2 years ago in Confessions
