Childhood
Do you remember your favorite childhood snack?
In the peaceful village of Evergreen Hollow, nestled among gentle hills and lush forests, lived a young lad named Crispus. With eyes resembling chestnuts and a heart as pure as a mountain spring, Crispus exuded innocence and joy. Yet what truly distinguished him from his peers was his deep affection for a cherished childhood indulgence - golden cookies.
Chrispus MbusaPublished 17 days ago in ConfessionsGOD MADE YOU MY HERO
This is hard but no matter what place it is I wanted to get this out there because it shows how strong my mother is and how much we had to overcome together.
Jewel MedinaPublished 19 days ago in ConfessionsMy Last Family Vacation
Have I ever told you about the time I met my mother's online fling? Long story short- I was not happy with her. My parents were getting a divorce. I was 16 years old and angry at the world for creating me. I spent the entire time sulking. It was a fun vacation don't get me wrong. But a two week long road trip with your family takes it's tole on anyone.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 19 days ago in ConfessionsThe Power of Confession: Healing and Transformation
In a world where vulnerability is often seen as a weakness, the act of confession stands out as a powerful tool for healing and transformation. Confession, in its essence, is the act of acknowledging one's faults, mistakes, or sins. While traditionally associated with religious practices, confession has a much broader application in our daily lives, offering a path to emotional, mental, and spiritual growth.
BLESSING COOLPublished 22 days ago in ConfessionsMy Story ( part 1)
This seems as good as any place to start in the way of a first post here. It serves as not only an introduction but will help readers to understand how I became the writer I am today.
Sarah TagertPublished 22 days ago in ConfessionsAdorable MOM
MOM, In the quiet corner of a small town, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering meadows, lived a young guy, me. With a heart full of dreams I walk in my way by taking breaths.
SunnyPublished 22 days ago in ConfessionsA Song of Gratitude for You, Mom
Dear Mom, As I sit here, pen in hand, the world seems to quiet around me. All the hustle and bustle fades away, leaving only the echo of thoughts that have been building for far too long. It's a symphony of memories, of moments big and small, each one a testament to the incredible woman you are.
Ahmed LatrechePublished 23 days ago in ConfessionsBe Strong or Die
You have to know who you are in this world, or you will perish. This is even more true for woman since the world is constantly telling them what they can and cannot be. Throughout my life I've seen and met some amazing woman that have told me things they've had to do to survive that not only baffle me but make me question the world and its methods entirely. The first one I can think of is my mother. Of course, everyone's Mother is their hero and for good reason. They are the first ones to hold us tightly and show us unconditional love for who we are and who we become. My mother was no different. When I was growing up, she always made me feel less than. The first memory I have of her is not one that is loving, but one where she is screaming at someone, some person or something. I was never told I love you; she never hugged me after doing anything perfect and I could never exceed her expectations. She wanted the world for me and in her eyes the only way I would get that far was brutal punishment. Every day I was called lazy at least once a day from childhood until I left the house. She was unrelenting in this aspect and made sure that I was not worthy to breathe her air or be in the same space as her. There were days when I would ask questions about myself hoping she would verbally come to my rescue and of course she never did. My soul was crushed when I went into the house and when I left the house it felt like my great daily escape. "You are not who you think you are, and you will never amount to anything". "I know you can get A’s, but you bring home B's on purpose and you prove to me how stupid you really are". I was in trouble every year in school for physical violence, verbal abuse and stealing every year until high school, and the only reason it stopped then was because I lost all energy and love for myself to fight back in that way. Each and every time violence was met with more violence. No one asked me what was going on at home. It wasn't their job to understand why I wanted to hurt myself and others. It was their job to punish me for the way that I thought and my actions that followed. "You're dumb just like your father". "Why can't you be normal like Kris and Leonardo?" I blamed her for my childhood being dark and the looming clouds I have over me to this day. Still through all of that she taught me to be kind to other people. She knew that as "dumb" as I was other people were even worse off mentally than I was, and she made sure to tell me that I was supposed to take care of them. Even in that I was a failure to her, but as long as I didn't lose my smile around others the facade could be kept up that I was going through the same things as everyone else. I kept that smile into my adulthood, and it serves me well as a mask.
Tetrenius CobaltPublished 24 days ago in Confessions10 Root Causes of Divorce in Kenya
Divorce rates in Kenya have been on the rise, reflecting shifting societal norms and dynamics. While divorce is a complex issue influenced by various factors, here we unravel the top 10 root causes contributing to marital dissolution in Kenya.
alex kimuyuPublished 25 days ago in ConfessionsThat New York Apartment.
I never thought that I would be here I am today. I had so many reasons to run. Of course leaving hurt. It hurt like nothing else in the world and I was supper scared. I was so tired of being the girl that I was. I felt stuck in the place that most others think is so freeing. I’m sorry that I left but it was for the best even though something always felt odd. I watched the city change. I don’t know New York anymore. Someone had to have left first. I knew deep down that it would be me. I don’t think the people I loved knew that I was going to leave the way I did but I knew when I was young that I wouldn’t stay in the city. I did the minimum anyone asked me, always shouting but not to loud. Just trying to blend in with the rage of NYC.
NatPublished 26 days ago in ConfessionsRudy Lee & Me
Pretty much everyone who knows me would tell you in a heartbeat that I’m a little crazy and maybe even a tad bit unique, but what only a finger full of anyone of em could tell you is that I get a lot of my personality from my older sister Rudy Lee. Of course our parents and even our friends play a big role in our personal development, but believe it or not, our siblings do as well. So during this second day of Women’s History Month, which is also my big sister Rudy’s birthday, I wanna tell you about all the ways Rudy has inspired my life and all my ways.
Joe PattersonPublished 27 days ago in ConfessionsCrumbling Pedestals
It took me nearly 20 years to realize I never really loved you. That sounds harsh, but it’s not. It’s just true. We knew each other when we were 13. We knew Winget’s art class. We knew endless jokes and laughter, music sharing, poem swapping, commiserating over our adolescent life experiences, and the fact that no one else understood us. When you moved out of state in the middle of the school year, my teenage soul was crushed. In you I had found a twin flame. Our home lives and pasts were entirely different, but we found familiarity anyway - and safety - in each other. I wrote to you. I knew you struggled with the move. I felt sad for you, and for me. I was quite a romantic child and admittedly haven’t changed much…I romanticized the notion of soul mates. I dreamed of us reuniting one day. I wrote about you in my journal a lot. I had crushes on other boys, but I felt innately connected to you in a way I’ve never been able to explain.
Shay HaasPublished 27 days ago in Confessions