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Oh Anxiety...what have I done to You...!?. Content Warning.
I have never felt so downcast having to see my self go through the ridicule of a shaky mouth on an interview of a life time. Hell "No" heaven must have failed me, speaking to myself...I said. I ought to get this job; oh I was so prepared. I read, read and read repeatedly preparing to give the Best. Indeed, I failed myself. What a shame I thought to myself.
By Albin Tawo3 years ago in Confessions
The Heart loves
Title: The Heart Loves: Unveiling the Emotions Within Introduction The heart, often regarded as the epicenter of emotions and affection, has long held a special place in literature, art, and human culture. Metaphorically, it's the seat of love, the core of our feelings, and the driving force behind our most cherished connections. But what does it really mean when we say "the heart loves," and how does this vital organ contribute to our experiences of love and emotions?
By mike -mberede joseph3 years ago in Confessions
Size Matters! Decoding Titanic's Role in the Disaster. Content Warning.
The Titanic, the largest ship of its time, set sail on its maiden voyage in 1912 with the belief that it was unsinkable. However, within days, the ship met its demise when it struck an iceberg in the North Atlantic Ocean. Of the over 2,200 passengers and crew on board, only 706 survived that fateful night. Questions have arisen about whether a smaller ship would have fared better or if the size of the iceberg truly mattered.
By Darlington Sunday3 years ago in Confessions
Why is Apologizing So Difficult?
Apologizing is a widely recognized social behavior that can help mend broken relationships, resolve conflicts, and even salvage important friendships or love. However, sometimes we find that apologizing isn't as simple as we'd like it to be. Why do some people feel confused and uncomfortable when faced with their mistakes, reluctant to utter those seemingly simple two words: "I'm sorry"? This article will explore the reasons behind this issue and provide some thoughts and solutions.
By tim88883 years ago in Confessions
Struggling Dawn
I tremble with overwhelming distress as waves of heaviness and nausea course through my body. A sharp, pulsating pain in my right temple forces me to tightly close my eye, seeking relief from the throbbing ache. Perspiration covers me as I shake uncontrollably, my trembling hands unable to find solace. My thoughts scatter like confetti in the wind, leaving me pondering trivial matters amidst the chaos of my inner turmoil. Did Evie receive her new water bottle? Was there enough ice in her lunchbox to keep her meatballs cool and delicious? In just seven short hours, I will again be responsible for her well-being, nurturing her tender heart and guiding her curious mind. But as I stand here, consumed by my own internal struggle, doubts creep in. Was I too harsh in my delivery? After all, she is only four years old, and I must remind myself of her tender age and innocence. Yet, my focus wavers and my breaths become laboured, as if the world's weight rests upon my chest. In these moments, I yearn to hide, to escape the overwhelming torrent of emotions that threaten to engulf me. My eyes struggle to stay open, heavy with the weight of exhaustion, yet my entire being is consumed by fear that I cannot control or escape.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Confessions
The Bachelor Nights
Once upon a time, in the heart of a bustling metropolis, there existed a quaint and unassuming little bar known as "The Bachelor Nights." Nestled between towering skyscrapers and neon-lit signs, it was a haven for those seeking solace and camaraderie amidst the chaos of city life.
By Joseph Bawaijen Godwin3 years ago in Confessions
Kendall Defoe, Please Stand Up
This is my response to Kayleigh Fraser's Get to Know Me #Challenge: I really do not want to do this. I hesitated for a very long time before writing this. I have read many of your other entries and noted the highs and lows in all of your lives. I thought that would make it easier for me to come up with a list of ten things about myself that you may want to know (or at least ten things that won’t make the average Vocalist feel bad about their own lives).
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Confessions
A Trippy Reflection. Content Warning.
About me, I am the mother of a happy three-year-old girl who was born on the Fourth of July. She is stubborn, as most little ones are, and her favorite words are ‘no’ and ‘thank you’, in that order and often put together. I’ve always admired her energy and work out abilities. My ultrasound recording shows her doing what looks to be sit ups, and she would probably happily run the length of a football field and back if I let her. She’s given me a purpose I never knew I was capable of possessing and a lot of what I do is for her. Together, we play ukulele- or at least she tries, and I love her for it. I am a sucker for deep psychological and behavioral explanations, which is why Jordan Peterson is my advisor by delusion. I use the word delusion as I have never personally engaged with the Canadian celebrity and have admittedly little desire to. He is an incredibly intelligent man, and I feel any interaction had would be a strip down of who I am, like a psychedelic trip I am unprepared for. Yet, I love how people and our minds work. I found him seeking philosophical and psychological wisdom. If I find myself feeling unable to read the universe for answers, or feel it myself with clarity, I listen to his YouTube content- I also bought his book 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos to read- for an educated pep talk or piece of critical life advice to help guide me. What I’ve digested inspired great change, and I finally began postponed milestones such as continuing my education. This year after a Jordan Peterson clip, I finally applied to college with a focus in fictional creative writing and English. I started in May and just received attention for my academic success by being recognized on the SNHU Summer of 2023 Presidents List. My pen name Trip stems from a nickname given during a mushroom trip I had in my teens. I had fallen into a shrub while on a psychedelic trip with my friends in 2015 (there are many stories from this night), and my friend nicknamed Muscles had said I needed to watch out for my “trip toes”. This began my online username of “Triptoes” which has been simplified down to ‘Trip’ by friends and other online users to the point where it now feels anxiously weird being online and seeing or hearing my actual name. Other than being online as a writer, I am also online as an obsessive Call of Duty: Warzone 2.0 player. Obsessive means almost level 900 with over 650 logged hours😶. I do not stream, and I will not pretend I am the best player out there, but I definitely enjoy my time and do fairly well. While this is an unhealthy hobby I will admit, I have a great passion for video games that my parents never agreed with growing up, and so I have a great time overall. Growing up I wanted to be a video game designer, until I decided that I enjoy it more as a hobby than a profession. For work, I am a patient care advisor at a medicinal cannabis dispensary. It is currently illegal to recreationally use cannabis in the state of New Hampshire, and so I am a part of Sanctuary ATC, a nonprofit that provides alternative medicine to those who are approved by the state for medicinal marijuana use. I am not only an employee, but a medicinal patient as well. I was approved for back pain due to spinal and nerve issues in my lower back, and so I am an advocate for removing certain restrictions for cannabis use in hopes opiate use declines. I really enjoy my job and the opportunity it gives me to help my patients find relief in areas I understand needing support with. I use cannabis for other forms of relief since it personally seems as if my life is an unrefined movie. (Various trigger warnings! If easily triggered by mentioning’s of abuse and trauma, please skip to 7). I was kidnapped from daycare by scheming family members as a toddler, variously abused throughout my life, was placed in the system and filtered through foster homes until reuniting with my mom at seven. I’ve been exploited and abused. Abandoned and disregarded. The constant struggle I faced in my childhood resulted in feeling like I didn’t belong anywhere, even now. I did terrible in school and spent a lot of time in detention or being suspended. This did not go well with my parents and so I spent a lot of time in my bedroom learning origami or doing various crafts to avoid conflicting with them- although this happened regardless. I’ve had a rocky relationship with all of my immediate family for as long as I can remember. My sister is in jail for having taken a life- which is something that has made me nervous about sharing my real name online. With everything I have endured, things seem easier to just stay inside and focus on my family and lifestyle in order to avoid triggers, conflict or tension. A woman who knew about my sister's heinous crime had reached out and verbally attacked me in thinking I was like my sister behaviorally, so I do not use social platforms like Facebook or Instagram. People often want to find me on my socials, and while I understand that this is vital for building a following or marketing and business dealings of sorts, I find it to be an unhealthy gate to other content I find personally distracting. I also do not trust social media platforms, but this is probably due to being a bit of conspiracy theorist (bonus fact!). While I enjoy hearing various theories, I enjoy true crime YouTube clips the most. EWU Crew, Daves Lemonade, and JCS: Criminal Psychology- for example- are various creators I frequent! My second career aspiration growing up was to be a forensic scientist who would help solve crimes by finding the little things that criminals never expected would link them to a crime. This started with shows like Forensic Files before it evolved into podcasts such as True Crime Junkie or Morbid before turning over to YouTube for more interrogation style content. Human behavior is fascinating to me, especially with all I have witnessed and experienced. One of my favorite possessions is a signed copy of Life After Death by Damien Echols. Strangely, I find myself listening to these clips while I am preparing for dinner as background noise because like many others in this challenge, I love to cook! I am no Martha Stewart, and I have a very limited pallet I’ll admit, but that doesn’t stop me from doing my best to make things homemade. This comes from my partner and I cutting back on processed and sugary foods, as well as watching Kitchen Nightmares where Gordon Ramsey disgustedly complains about food frozen or food from a can near constantly. I am a sucker for Ramsey let me tell you. So, I began learning to cook, which comes fairly naturally to me and is something I discovered I really enjoy. For example, I make sweet cold foam every morning for my coffee (made with mushrooms; thanks, Wunderground Coffee!) opposed to using a pre-made can. As hinted towards with my alternative coffee choice, I love mushrooms and all things Fungi! This is something my partner and I both love, so it has become the theme of our home and a progressive mutual hobby. For Christmas last year, my mom bought me a vintage mushroom kitchen container set that I absolutely cherish. We have mushroom patterned curtains, a tapestry in our room, and several mycology and foraging books that can be found on our bookshelves. I finished a puzzle this week for the hallway wall titled “Morel of the Story” featuring amanitas and a morel that is super pretty and inspiring. I happen to love photography (bonus fact two!!) and so I have taken many photographs of mushrooms my partner and I discovered. One of them was bigger than my entire butt, and that was impressive.
By Trip L.3 years ago in Confessions
Loneliness is a problem in Australian culture.
The deepest truth about people, in my opinion, is also the sweetest and noblest truth about us, and that is that we are social beings by nature. As such, we depend on all neighborhoods, communities, families, and groups of all kinds to nurture us, protect us, and even to help us.
By Mueni Jacinta3 years ago in Confessions
A Love Story Gone Wrong
In the warm and vibrant streets of Florida, a story of love, dreams, and ultimate tragedy unfolded, leaving hearts heavy and questions unanswered. It's a tale of Adekunle, a Nigerian soldier, and his beautiful wife, Sarah, that began with love at first sight but ended in a shocking and heartbreaking manner.
By Saheed Abdulsalam3 years ago in Confessions
