Childhood
The Hidden Fixer
The Hidden Fixer Can adults hide under the bed too? I yearn to escape, to retreat, or simply vanish from existence. The thought of not being a concern to anyone consumes me. If only I could disappear without a trace, leaving behind the burdens that weigh me down. Since childhood, whenever I made mistakes, an overwhelming urge to hide beneath my bed would take hold of me. In those moments, I longed to shrink myself into insignificance, to become invisible to the world. I desired to block out my senses, to be enveloped in darkness and white noise, where the chaos of life couldn't reach me. The weight of expectations and judgments, both external and self-imposed, suffocates me, urging me to seek refuge in solitude.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Confessions
Dear Joelles: Embrace Your Unique Magic
I literally never meet people with my name. In 27 years, I’ve met maybe four Joelles. But recently, some Joelles have been cropping up around me – especially some little Joelles at a prechool I’m working at – and it’s inspiring me to put this message out there.
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Confessions
Bullying on the Runanga School Bus in 1973...
We lived about three miles from the nearest high school so we had to catch the School Bus into Greymouth. The bus started its journey at Runanga. I observed bullying on the bus but I was not a victim, at least not in my first year. I felt sorry for those who were bullied. One such kid who lived a mile further down from us got bullied so much that he ended up cycling to school.
By Robert Stewart3 years ago in Confessions
'I am what I am'. Top Story - September 2023.
I Am What I Am lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group The undoubtedly brilliant Kayleigh Fraser set a challenge to us writers a week ago. The Get to Know Me #Challenge asks for 10 random quirks and facts about oneself for others to get to know you.
By ThatWriterWoman3 years ago in Confessions
9/11
Has Anyone forgotten that morning when everything came crashing down? 4 planes got hijacked, 2 buildings came crashing down, innumerable killed! The only thing constant was chaos and trouble. I guess these are the only 2 things that never really goes away.
By Ahana Mitra3 years ago in Confessions
Love's Bittersweet Lullaby
Martin had loved Christina for as long as he could remember. Her smile was a sunbeam that could brighten even the darkest days, and her laughter was a melody that echoed in his heart. They had been friends since childhood, and every moment spent with her had been etched into the tapestry of his soul.
By Sultan3 years ago in Confessions
Trauma Leaves a Mark. Content Warning.
If you had asked me ten, even five years ago, I would have said there would never be a day when I wouldn’t love Harry Potter. Now, I’m not so sure. Not because I don’t still appreciate the series greatly, but because my relationship to it has changed. Greatly.
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Confessions
My Experience with Bullies
I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it happened many years ago. The memories of my childhood school days are a mixed bag of joy, adventure, and something darker – bullying. This is my story, the story of how I learned to stand tall in the face of adversity.
By Frank John3 years ago in Confessions
Stealing Cokes at the Police Station
So if you read my last story you know that I was living in foster care and not loving it much. If this is the first of my stories you are reading welcome you can read the story "The Judge Steps In". But the gist is my parents got divorced and then proceeded to kidnap me back and forth for a few years until the judge had had enough and put me in foster care.
By Heather Lunsford3 years ago in Confessions
Little pieces of Me
I read Kayleigh's Challenge a little while ago and started my list, I have just lacked time to finish it. This is the first story I have started and not censored in any way. Edited for spelling errors, but it has been written by recording the points as they came to me rather than rearranging ideas for reading flow or avoiding sharing difficult topics. This is evidenced by my excessive use of the word but.
By Lilly Cooper3 years ago in Confessions
