Humanity
Setting the angel free
Identity is a strange concept, one that is heavily debated, as if the right answer lies just out of reach. Is it a fluid notion? Are we the choices we make? Are we made up of the things we love? Or is our identity like our safe haven. A home, buried deep within, a place of refuge, that no matter where life takes us, we revert back to, for self preservation.
By S.J.Edwards3 years ago in Confessions
Health and Wellness
What propels us to action? What fuels our pursuit of dreams and ambitions? The answer lies in the intricate web of human psychology and the fascinating study of motivation. Understanding the psychology of motivation is not just an academic pursuit; it's a journey into the core of our being, unraveling the mysteries that drive our behaviors and shape our destinies. In this exploration, we will delve into the depths of motivation, uncovering the forces that push us to achieve, overcome challenges, and strive for greatness. Join me on this inspiring journey as we navigate the psychology of motivation through real-life examples that illuminate the power of the human spirit.
By Terrence K3 years ago in Confessions
The Ups And Downs Of The Unconscious. Top Story - December 2023.
My life could be perfect material for a crime story. I was born and severely abused by people who were supposed to protect me from the dangers of this world. And although they protected me physically (as outwardly perfect parents) by providing me with food and shelter, there was also physical and mental abuse ruining it all. See where I'm coming from?
By Sun Bee3 years ago in Confessions
As Told By: I’m A Mean Girl and I Hate Myself For it.
I have the self-awareness to admit that I’m a mean girl just like the great Regina George said, “At least I know I’m mean.” I guess I have the morality to admit to myself that it doesn’t make me feel good, but I keep doing it. I guess there is a part of me that wants to stop but I can’t.
By Michelle3 years ago in Confessions
Story Time
I drive furniture for a living. At the motor depot, our delivery firm hires a parking spot for its vehicles. An ancient, still-Soviet vehicle depot, but without the overgrown weeds and piles of abandoned machinery that would normally be there, everything is in perfect order: the area is kept up, the repair area is spotless, and the cars are all driven precisely in a single line. Vans have their own space; there are only truck cranes and dump trucks. And Uncle Oleg, an elderly mechanic who has led this base's column since the 1970s, oversees the whole family. And everything is done with deference to him, which makes sense; there's a rationale behind it. One day during my first week of work, I was so eager to go home that I parked my vehicle a little bit further out rather than in a row. When the skilled driver saw this, he came over. You would level up, friend. You have your tail jutting into the driveway, notice? Indeed, it's rather typical. There is sufficient space for everyone.
By Chiheb Chipo3 years ago in Confessions
Move Over Holly, Hanukkah is Here. Top Story - December 2023.
Oh look, it's December! That means it's Chris-HANUKKAH season! That's right, it's time for the Festival of Lights and lots of jelly doughnuts. We'll light some candles, sing some songs, and fill our bellies with fried food. Do you know why?
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Confessions
Favourites & Scapegoats
I always thought I was hollow. Like the chair in the photo. Too broken at the beginning of the journey and too battered to put in the effort commensurate with the goals. That's why I always read everything I could get my hands on. To fill this sad void that I have carried through my life since birth. And then something happened. I left my country of origin.
By Sun Bee3 years ago in Confessions
Third Grade
I have felt like a bit of an outsider most of my life. That is something I haven't openly admitted before, because as a general rule, I never felt that being an outsider was a bad thing. My beliefs, interests, background, genetics, even my flaws set me apart from my peers, but they aren't things to be ashamed of. (Well, maybe some of my flaws.) They are part of my identity, who I am as a person.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Confessions
Scars of Resilience. Content Warning.
The first assault was a whisper. Not a literal one, but the insidious kind. It came from the corner of the playground, from the mouth of a boy with eyes like chips of ice. "You're not like the other girls," he hissed, his words dripping with malice. "You're different."
By Rupankar Nandi3 years ago in Confessions
Shattered. Content Warning.
I love watching movies and reading books as a way to grasp the world and how I belong in it. In the movie-Batman Begins-Young Bruce Wayne is asked why he falls as to which his dad replies-to get back up. I feel this concept has reigned with me the most. The lessons and trauma of my childhood remain embedded in my mind and often I sit for hours reflecting on them. To date I am almost 40 and yet still recall hearing certain phrases that would be repeated over and over throughout my life that I first heard at age 4.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Confessions
Winged Victory. Top Story - December 2023.
I'll confess, I thought long and hard about whether I wanted to participate in this Challenge. I'm not much of a sharer of the deep, personal parts of myself. At least, not on the internet, where your digital footprint will follow you even after death. (Morbid, sorry, hang in there)
By B3 years ago in Confessions
