Family

Mother Memories: School Life
One of the most important things a parent can do is be active in their children’s school life. My mother was very active in mines, so much so that her role in my school life makes for some of my greatest memories ever.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Confessions
No Pushing. Content Warning.
Introduction These are just some observations and thoughts on how I treat people and how they treat me. I always try to be caring and positive which is often difficult in this modern world with the fact that we can be watched and tracked 24/7 and sometimes people expect instant service and responses from you, when it is not always possible.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
"The Blue Shirt"
I still remember the day I got the blue shirt. It was a sunny afternoon, and I had just turned 10 years old. My grandmother, who had a knack for knitting, had made it for me as a birthday gift.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Unsent Messages
I’ve noticed I don’t often filter my words or intentions. They spill out, and in that unguarded moment, they can cut deep. Real life doesn’t offer a rewind for unsent messages; we’re left with the aftermath of hurting each other. Acknowledging that I might be the one causing pain, perhaps even the perceived enemy, is a bitter pill. Yet, in the intimate space of our chat, if we could retract every word, what would be the essence of our shared language?
By Esha Taylor2 years ago in Confessions
My Favorite Food: A Love Letter to Biryani
Food has a way of transporting us back to memories and moments that we treasure. For me, one dish stands out above the rest as a culinary masterpiece that evokes feelings of warmth, comfort, and nostalgia – biryani. This fragrant, flavorful, and expertly crafted rice dish has been a staple in my life for as long as I can remember, and it's a love affair that only grows stronger with each passing day.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Him
I still remember the day I met him. It was a warm summer afternoon, and I was sipping coffee at a quaint little café in the heart of the city. He walked in, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for someone. Our gazes met, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins. It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was him and I.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Trapped in Darkness
The world was a desolate place, devoid of any sense of optimism. The once blue skies were now a perpetual gray, casting a gloomy shadow over the barren landscape. The air was thick with the smell of despair, and the only sound was the faint whisper of hopelessness.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
A Story of My Escaping Toxic Family Dynamics
“They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.” ― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay Family is often said to be what you are stuck with, and extended family is no different. We had seemingly good relations with my uncle’s family, even though my mom kept telling stories about their nonsense ways of connecting, or better yet, lack of connection as humans to members of their own blood. She always said she didn’t want to upset my dad. He always gave my uncle’s family money to help, without expecting anything in return. Ironically, this generosity stirred envy rather than gratitude.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Confessions
It's Part of My Testimony
I woke up around 4am and used the bathroom. My stomach was growling. I ate a salad for dinner so It was pretty light. The first thing came to my mind was I hope Madelyn isn't hungry. She's a toddler and I'm an adult and her portion was heavier than mine but she's a baby. Sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to feed her eventhough we get foodstamps every month. Cause of our diet it doesn't really last. I wish we could go to Dallas or Boston because those are the only places I submitted applications for housing. Other than that I'm trying to see what money I have to invest into something to create more money. I have about $300 coming in a month. I also have two ideas outside the youtube channel. My affirmation cards and the money binder, but I can't run a business out of a business because we're in temporary housing. So I'm putting all my energy into my youtube channel and I've seen significant increase in followers it's just not monetized yet. When I cry in front of her she tells me to breathe and its going to be ok but of course she doesn't understand my worry. To not be able to feed your child. That literally breaks my heart cause I been the one handing out food at the pantries to other moms. Lord knows I need clothes and comfortable shoes because I hurt my foot and my ankle is swollen. Having diabetes doesn't help it either. Being a victim is not for me, but sometimes i don't know how I'm going to do all of this. Child support and court I rather not for my own sanity but neither is struggling. I rather depend on God anyway, he always come through. Worrying doesn't help either, I'll just fast so my child can eat. Writing this really breaks my heart because I'm usually the giver, but I sinned. My daughter is a BLESSING & I love my daughter but I have so many regrets I can't seem to let go of. Like coming back to my hometown after having a successfull career out of town. That ruined my life but I also feel like my faith is bigger than my downfalls. Finding the strength is what's keeping me grounded. Letting Go of all the past has put me in a position to start from scratch in my life. The worrying has to be let go of, that doesn't solve anything. Imagine waking up with all this on your mind as a parent. Financial security is one of thee only things I think of when it comes to her. I haven't even wrote a poem lately because I can't get into my creativity. Were trying to find a home in a decent area. Managing this low income and taking care of a growing toddler with no one to depend on. Jesus! Times like this I just keep my head high cause one thing I'm not doing is quiet quitting or giving up on her. It's really hard to change my thoughts but I know it'll get better. He didn't bring me this far to give up on us. Three years in by myself. Since I'm staying in a temporary shelter, focusing on quality time and hugs is going to get us by. I'm promising my child that once I get out of here it's up. This story is going to be part of my testimony. I know I can. I can, I can, I can. Have to plug that affirmation in my brain. We lost everything, but material things can be replaced. On my life I know this season won't go in vain.
By I Am Sav Renee2 years ago in Confessions
pilot. Content Warning.
In the tumultuous landscape of Lamar's life, the struggle for survival began long before he could even comprehend its implications. From the earliest days of his existence, he was thrust into a world where adversity loomed large, casting shadows that threatened to engulf his very soul. Born into a reality shaped by violence and neglect, Lamar's journey was one marked by hardship and heartache, yet also by moments of profound resilience and unwavering hope.
By lamar breaux2 years ago in Confessions
the fall of hope . Content Warning.
In the heart of a weathered neighborhood, where the sun seemed hesitant to shine and the streets whispered tales of hardship, there lived a boy named Lamar. His name carried echoes of hope, yet his story was woven with threads of adversity and resilience. From the moment he entered this world, Lamar's innocence was both a blessing and a burden, a light that flickered defiantly in the face of darkness.
By lamar breaux2 years ago in Confessions
The Ocean of Grief' . AI-Generated.
I never knew how vast and deep the ocean of grief was until I lost my mother. It was as if I had been standing on the shore, watching the waves roll in, never realizing that I would soon be swept away by its crushing tides.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions