Secrets
The storm behind my smile
The storm behind my smile Almost everyone has their lowest times; that moment when they feel the least. For me, it seems to be always. That feeling of crushed down soul, gray skies and bleak vision. Now, I'm not depressed I think and no I don't give people that impression. I'd like to say that I'll be given a grammy award for being the best pretender. Hiding my storm behind a smile. There are somethings that I have in excess and some that are way lacking. Now let's start with my shortcomings.
Venessa JacobPublished 12 days ago in ConfessionsJinns
There are numerous references to jinn in the Qur'an and Hadith (sayings of Prophet Mohammed). According to Islamic writings, jinn live alongside other creatures but form a world other than that of mankind. Though they see us they cannot be seen. Characteristics they share with human beings are intellect and freedom to choose between right and wrong and between good and bad,3 but their origin is different from that of man: 'And indeed, we created man from dried clay of altered mud and the Jinn we created aforetime from the smokeless flame of fire'.8 Jinn tempt and seduce mankind to stray from Allah (God); Satan (shaytan, devil) is thought to be from their realm.
Marian CavazosPublished 14 days ago in ConfessionsYoung
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in a valley surrounded by lush green mountains, there lived a young girl named Lily. She lived in a cozy cottage with her parents and younger brother, Jack. Lily loved nothing more than exploring the world around her, and she spent most of her days wandering through the forest, climbing trees, and playing in the streams.
Marian CavazosPublished 14 days ago in ConfessionsThe Myth of the Perfect Partner
The desire for a perfect partner is one that has been deeply ingrained in society for generations. We are taught to believe that there is someone out there who will complete us, someone who will effortlessly understand us and love us unconditionally. This idea is heavily perpetuated in popular culture and media, and it's no wonder that many people feel an intense pressure to find that perfect someone. However, the reality is that this idea of the perfect partner is a myth. In reality, the pursuit of perfection in a partner can be detrimental to finding real love.
SATPOWERPublished 14 days ago in ConfessionsBlame it on the circumstances
There are many reasons which can explain and possibly justify our current demise, in this article I’ll go through them and feel free to make use of them as an excuse the next time someone asks you why you failed. These are all legitimate reasons to justify failure, despite our best wishes and intentions we often fail as a result of these circumstances. Life is a complex journey filled with twists and turns, ups and downs which eventually lead us to either success or failure. While it’s tempting to attribute all setbacks to fate, a closer examination reveals a multitude of factors which contribute to our struggles.
real JemaPublished 15 days ago in ConfessionsWhy good ideas fail
People often look for these “great ideas” and put in all their energy into it because they trust the greatness of the ideas is all it takes. I won’t refute or endorse that, however in this article I want to share with you some reasons why even great or good ideas can fail, not in an attempt to discourage you but rather to create some awareness in your mind so you can be prepared.
real JemaPublished 15 days ago in ConfessionsAwkward Silence of Haze
"Have you ever been in love?" "No." - He responds. "Do you want me to show you what it's like...?"- I ask. I remember hearing an aggressive swallow.
KodahPublished 15 days ago in ConfessionsI Am Not Fun Anymore.
Everyday I’m getting older, everyday brings more mistakes. leaving the way I did was a way of saying fuck you. It was my final act of rebellion, my way of asserting my identity and my independence. My old friends told me that I am no longer fun anymore and I laughed but the longer I think about it the less funny it became. It became a very odd thing to think about, I lived in a place were if I died it would definitely shock people but they wouldn’t be surprised that was when I knew that I needed to change.
NatPublished 18 days ago in ConfessionsThere's Always Another Way
Introduction This is a Seven Days In post from 2015, nine years back, about what I thought were anger issues. While many things annoy me I still don't get angry. In my workplaces the most anger I have seen has always been from men and was usually excused by "You know what they're like" or "But they're good at their job", for me neither is an excuse when the anger happens on a regular basis.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 20 days ago in Confessions10 Million Little Things...
When a person has been through so much trauma there comes a point where the mind overthinks every little detail and every little interaction that hasn't become a commonplace occurrence. That too sometimes gets questioned in his or her mind. This is where I found myself this morning when I stepped out of my car to pump gas at my local gas station and a gentleman came strolling up to me but respectfully keeping his distance and said, "Mam, I hope you don't take this the wrong way but you are beautiful." I said thank you and continued pumping my gas as did he. He didn't say anything else to me while we were both going about the business of putting gas into our vehicles but my mind was going a thousand miles a minute from just that simple interaction. "He didn't go behind my car and put a tracker on it when I wasn't looking, did he? No, of course not, I saw him come out of the gas station.", "Am I really that beautiful? No, trust me, you don't want me. I mean if you could just hear me rattling off in my head right now you'd understand why.", "Damaged beyond repair that's what I am. It's best I'm left alone.", I had turned to put my wallet back into my car and my thoughts turned to, "Watch your back. Listen. He may try to attack you." Eventually, we both finished pumping our gas and then he bid me a good day and I did him as well and he left. A simple interaction and yet it brought tears to my eyes. As you've probably figured out by now I don't take compliments from the opposite sex very well anymore. I'm not sure how to perceive them. Are they disguises for something more sinister lying in wait just down the line? Is it a mask used to lure me in? To me, all a compliment from a man spells out is danger. You see, we've been down this path several times before and it always ends badly. I feel like a stray animal that's never been in a loving home before and doesn't understand how to accept love. My parents showed me love in the best way they knew how but to be honest, it was an obscured view as well, and now although I have a good understanding of what love should look like I don't trust that it exists at least not long term. And certainly not for me. When I receive a compliment I know what I should do is receive the compliment, perhaps say something nice back but in my mind, all I can do is look for danger and all I want to do is run. You see what you don't see is the 10 million little thoughts running through my mind, what you don't see is the 10 million ways I've done thought of how you've murdered me and buried my body, what you don't see or realize is the 10 million little things that have led to my PTSD and my trauma ridden mind, what you don't realize is the 10 million battles I've already had to overcome and the last thing I want to do is overcome another one, you don't know the 10 million mountains I've climbed just to get here, you don't see my 10 million little scars do you? You wouldn't I try hard to hide them. I've tried hard to overcome them, to shine despite them but there is one thing that terrifies me still. Please don't be nice to me.
Lindsey AltomPublished 21 days ago in ConfessionsI Regret Meeting You in a Night Club
As I sit here alone in the dimly lit room, the memories flood back, engulfing me in a tumultuous sea of emotions. It's been months since that fateful night, but the wounds still feel fresh, raw, as if carved into my very soul. The words echo in my mind like a haunting refrain: "I regret meeting you in the club."
Kenechukwu Prince EneasatoPublished 21 days ago in ConfessionsTo Be Alive: Introduction
Ever since I was a little child I've known what its like to be unwanted. I can take a deep look into someones eyes and see the pity and disgust they have for me. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and for many years I've learned how to read their souls and intentions.
SomebodyPublished 22 days ago in Confessions