Humanity
Building Character
Building Your Character Is Important Character is what defines a person. It is the foundation of who they are, how they act, and how they treat others. Unlike skills or knowledge, which can be learned quickly, character is developed over time through experiences, choices, and personal growth. It is what shapes a person’s values, principles, and integrity.
By Gabriela Tone2 years ago in Confessions
Reduce anxiety in 5 minutes
How to Reduce Anxiety in 5 Minutes: Quick and Effective Techniques Anxiety is something we all experience at different points in life. Whether it’s stress from work, school, relationships, or even uncertainty about the future, anxiety can strike suddenly and leave you feeling overwhelmed.
By Gabriela Tone2 years ago in Confessions
Don t worry be Happy
Why Worrying is Not Beneficial: Understanding the Impact of Anxiety on Well-Being Worrying is something we all do from time to time. Whether it’s about the future, relationships, work, health, or even the smallest everyday decisions, worrying is a natural human response to uncertainty. However, while it may seem like a helpful coping mechanism in some cases, the truth is that worrying is rarely beneficial. Instead of providing clarity or solutions, worrying often creates unnecessary stress, drains our energy, and hinders our ability to act effectively in challenging situations. In this article, we will explore why worrying is not beneficial, the negative effects it has on mental and physical health, and how we can address anxiety in more productive ways.
By Gabriela Tone2 years ago in Confessions
Darkness inside us
The Darkness in People: Understanding the Human Struggle Human nature is complex and multifaceted, shaped by a combination of biological, psychological, and social factors. One aspect that has intrigued philosophers, psychologists, and writers for centuries is the concept of the "darkness" in people—the hidden or suppressed aspects of the human psyche that can manifest in destructive ways. This darkness, often described in literature and psychology as the potential for evil, cruelty, or negative impulses, exists within everyone to varying degrees. But why does this darkness exist, and how does it influence human behavior?
By Gabriela Tone2 years ago in Confessions
where my happy ending
ya got your happy endings partly because of me breaking the rules and putting aside my plans to come rescue you when everyone that said they were your people left you high and dry. it didn't matter if i was tired i showed up, it didn't matter if i was sick i showed up, it didn't matter if i was broke i showed up, it didn't matter if i didn't want to i showed up, it just didn't matter. yea i cry a lot more then most guys but you would to if you were in my shoes. hell i lost my mom after taking care of her for 10 years plus and my grandma and my aunt lied and almost put me in cuffs but its not like they ran sacked everything leaving me with only two pictures. its not like a certain princess got me to move away from everyone and then two weeks later leave me breaking down in a broken down motel room in missuri holding those promise rings that i gave the girl that i thought i'll mary because she never thought of me as her man i was just her theory. if it wasn't for my mentor ant telling me to breath when he had a whole lot more important stuff to do i would have found that gun that night. how about having the freinds of yours take you into the woods and try to end you but you managed to get out of those woods with only a few broken ribs and a little headache. even when i was homeless both times i still put a handful of people that didn't care above me. theres a list of people i could name that wanna talk down on me but its not like thats a new list but would be nice if they didn't go around to others to say they mad at me when they know my phone pretty much in my hands at all times and if im not mistaken all of those names on that list ive fed when they couldn't even go to the dollar store, and gave money to pay their bills when they couldn't ride the horse at mejiers. here i am working on putting my past behind me but dammit that one mistake of mine still haunts me that brings me to tears daily even though im praying that one man hurt that girl and make her rain down anything but tears of happiness by showing her dad that he can rest in peace. they all got their happy endings partly because of me and i'm now left with all these memories and heartbreak but dammit i been the strong one so long that if i shed a tear or two then im being a cry baby or a sobstory. all i wanted was a second chance to be her friend, all i wanted was to spend a birthday not at work all day just to keep me busy so i dont get home and see that vase of ashes and cry cuz my mom wasn't here to say happy birthday to her little baby. its nice that all those cousins got those first class tickets, cars and money for days just cuz who their family was but they must have forgot that my name was in the same family tree but o well its not like my knees and back isn't banged up and my head is a bit lopsided with all the stress of me working as much as i do just to pay the bills. and on side note maybe i would be able to lay my head down at night properly if i could turn off those memories that defind me. got my ass handled to me to many to count but i got up and said nothing. i got betrayeld a page long times and got up shed a tear and kept going, i got used a book long and i still said what can i do for you. move on from my past heck theres a reason why i dont talk about my past but sure make up your mind on it based on the ones that hurt me in every way possible opinions. i just want to know whats her favorite bible verse, am i doing what my mom wanted and do good in the world, heck is that toroando watching on the front steps old man looking down on me and saying jt is doing good and more that i wont know. im just gonna end this here, breaking the fourth wall is over and time to put my half smile back on and go see how i can brighten everyone else day as i wonder who'se gonna make that phone call to the one i need to have a two second conversation with to make amends with my past once and for all.
By josh napper2 years ago in Confessions
The Struggle Of Emotions
This month’s Lupron shot has hit me hard this week while I have been sick. I have been struggling a lot with my emotions and cannot control them. My insecurities hurl themselves at me the first week of the injection and all I do is cry. It doesn’t help that this week I have been super sick. This is literally a two weeks after having norovirus and chemo was pushed back. Chemo probably will be pushed back again. Joy. And yes, this has been one of the reasons why I cried this week too.
By Jessie Lynn Nelson2 years ago in Confessions
Writers Alcoholics Anonymous Intervention SoS!. Content Warning.
Writers Alcoholics Anonymous Intervention SoS! I am looking for an alcoholic anonymous alternative for a spirit junkie…addicted and abandoned can I vent here, would you recommend the best intervention?
By Kusauka Chimbe2 years ago in Confessions
Chapter VII: The Ontology of Silence
From every corner of experience quiet, in its variations, is the sound of existence itself, the sound of absence. Silence has varied qualities. Think about the silence of dawn in the woods where the light of day pierces the top of the trees each moment like God holding its breath a split second longer; unmistakably old silence vibrating with memories of a forming world. Or, consider the silence of the city at sleep, thick with human noise, its asphalt heating up from the day's activity, not yet dissipated, a whole inhabited unconscious simmering like neurons firing in synchronization. Or, think about the silence before storm, a stretch, poised like a bow-and-arrow, the sound of silence true, always an inevitability; and, then there is the silence after-storm the world emerged as if it was hollowed out from a gutting, shaken pure everything is deemed newborn
By LUCCIAN LAYTH2 years ago in Confessions
Life, Death and Onions. Top Story - March 2025.
The familiar blend of Victorian and modern architecture shifts my thoughts between past and present. Craning up at the glass tower where my wife lies in pain and uncertainty, I wonder what might come next in this continuing period drama. As I enter, the warm disinfectant air hits my nostrils and I drift back twenty years. My very first day as a hospital Porter …
By Simon Aylward2 years ago in Confessions
