Humanity
"LIES YOUR NARCISSISTIC EX TELLS TO DEMEAN YOU". Content Warning.
I am editing this on January 19, 2025 to include this statement I will be written at the top of certain stories. This is not all about me. I author these stories about abuse to helpn others see the dilemma of being involved with people. This story and many other stories are authored by me to inform people about these psycholigical issues of relationships. There are times I "I" because the story was written in 1st person scenario. "I" does not always mean that it's about me. I am 75 years old. I actually wrote articles that were found that I wrote at 16 and 17. So,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Confessions
"Humble Request"
As I walked through the dusty streets of the small village, I couldn't help but feel a sense of desperation wash over me. My family and I had been struggling to make ends meet for months, and I had heard of a wealthy merchant who lived on the outskirts of town, known for his generosity and willingness to help those in need.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
The Psychologist's Journey
Dr. Maria Hernandez, a renowned psychologist, had spent her entire career studying the human mind, trying to understand the intricacies of human behavior. She had always been fascinated by the complexities of the human psyche and had dedicated her life to helping others overcome their struggles.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Becoming Known
If you ever watch The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, you may have seen the segment where he uses a "highly scientific questionnaire" of 15 life-defining questions to interview his guest celebrities and make them "known" to the world. Those interviews are always fun and I often give my own answers along with the celebrities. Some of them are quite witty and somewhat educational, I think, so I've decided to write them down.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Confessions
This is Tomorrow ... Wishing You Were Here
Introduction A Seven Days In blog post on my birthday from ten years ago with a few of my favourite things, showing that I was up for challenging myself creatively then, and my favourite things are still my favourite things.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
The problem with being a nice person. Top Story - May 2024.
Who would have thought that being a nice person could be problematic. The majority of people would tell you that’s what they want to be or at least want those around them to be, but as it turns out, what we want and what we say we want are worlds apart. I won't stress or ramble on about how I would like things to be, but I’ll just analyze why this is, I am not sure either if a solution is even possible.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
How Do You See Yourself?
A Bit About Self-Image Self-image is all the things we notice and feel about ourselves, how we believe others see us, and the way we see ourselves in our best version. In short, it’s about how you see yourself and how you think the world and God see you. And it’s not just about how you look. It’s about all your real and imagined qualities and flaws.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Confessions
The Advantage Of Kissing
Have you ever heard someone swoon afer receiving a kiss and exclaim, happy, " He kissed my feet, and I exploded wiht pleasure?" PErhap you are among the fortunate individuals, whose toes have previosly been sucked, licked or touched. It is not like you or the person telling you that have a foot fetish - the kisses were the only thing that worked out real good.
By The Writer Boy2 years ago in Confessions
Bitter Soup: When Auntie Turned Mean
I was eight years old, and I clutched my spoon tightly. We were having lunch, and I was feeling more anxious than excited about our visit to Aunt Tara’s. I had hoped for warmth and a sense of safety. They were family, after all. Usually, I enjoyed visiting them, but on that day, she managed to turn the atmosphere sour, as if premeditated.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Confessions
The ‘Black Dog’
We had reached Saturday am , failing to take my anti depressants on the evening before I woke with a killer headache and felt as rough as a badgers backside. I climbed over a sleeping baby a coffee table barricade and wall of pillows to follow my morning ritual of a black coffee and a roll up in the garden to start my day.
By Teresa Bomparola2 years ago in Confessions
