Family
In the Face of Adversity: My Mother's Dragon-like Resolve
My mom was born during a time in the 1920's that was rough for Chinese people in Vancouver. There was significant racism and discrimination, and often Chinese immigrants were relegated to jobs that were manual or focused on the service industry. This was my mom's situation at the time.
By C C Farley3 years ago in Confessions
The 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.
By BLESSING COOL 3 years ago in Confessions
Lie To Me. Issue #5. Content Warning.
Working in the casino taught me many, many, things, I met many peers that taught me some important lessons I carry to this day. I made new friends, and lost those friends, I met a kindred spirit (we will call him Brandon). Brandon was kind, he was funny, he was lost. We almost instantly hit it off through our humor, we shared the same perspective on life, he had endured his own hardships somewhat similar to mine. We simply differed on one aspect; Brandon wanted to find someone to settle down with while I was wanting to be alone at least for the time being. We would call each other when we were too much in our own heads. For some reason we could just talk each other down like it was second nature. Brandon and I worked the same shifts, we took the same breaks, and we would hang outside of work. He got me into exercising properly, taught me that we can just laugh for no reason no harm in that, we taught each other resiliency.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker3 years ago in Confessions
Adorable 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. But behind my every breathing, lay a hidden pain—a void left by the absence of my mother, who had passed away. My mother had been my guiding light, my source of inspiration, and without her, I often felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Yet, even in death, her mother's presence lingered like a gentle breeze, whispering words of encouragement in the wind. I still can fill her with me. My Mother is the best mom in the world. Everyone's MOM is the best, my MOM too. She was a teacher with four kids of her own and hundreds in her school. At a very early age she lost her husband and then I treated her both mom and dad. My father is an army person. He could hardly maintain time for us and my Mom as well. My mother, alone, handles the whole family, and also kids. Time was hander uring those periods. It is very hard for her to maintain everything. She managed a job, Teaching. My mother is very kind and generous. Teaching is the best professional choice for her career and also our family. Later my mom started to contribute to our family.
By Sunny3 years ago in Confessions
A 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.
By Ahmed Latreche 3 years ago in Confessions
Lie To Me Issue #4. Content Warning.
I was alone, my mom’s house was empty. My social media and my phone had been blowing up with people asking me if what I had done was true, some of them were telling me about how terrible I am, that I am less than a person. My employers asked if I was coming into work that day. I was simply drained. I guess I must have been more tired than I thought because my mother told me I had been asleep for almost two days, didn’t eat, barely went to the bathroom. To me, it all felt like one long day. I knew that I didn’t get all my bags out of my car before it was towed, I figured I would do it in the morning, my backpack was in the car that held my wallet, the last of my cash, my laptop, and some more personal items. I was back at step zero.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker3 years ago in Confessions
Be 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.
By Tetrenius3 years ago in Confessions
That 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.
By Nat 3 years ago in Confessions
Rudy 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.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Confessions
Crumbling 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.
By Shay Haas3 years ago in Confessions
