Secrets
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
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
Imran Khan: The Leader
Growing up, I was always fascinated by the world of politics and social justice. I would spend hours reading about historical figures who had made a difference in the world, from Mahatma Gandhi to Nelson Mandela. But it wasn't until I learned about Imran Khan, the former Prime Minister of Pakistan, that I found my true hero and inspiration.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
I Love the Lord
I never thought about being religious much. It never crossed my mind. I just thought if you be a good person that your life will be set before you. That you could become great. I wasn't an atheist. I just did not have a close relationship with God. I definitely did not want to go to Hell and I was not infatuated with demonic stuff. But I was still unsure about life and unsure about what I wanted to do with my life. But then things happened, things you don't expect happened. Diseases, poverty and natural disasters who knows. But everyone goes through something in this life, in this world that is unpredictable. Because if it was predictable then most people would have voided it. I was one of those people. I guess I had it coming but how could you guess I believe things just happen. I Louisa begin imagining things. I just kept seeing stuff. I don't know it appear to me like a thriller. A nightmare that will never end. And it would happen unconsciously and consciously. I just kept having these incidents daily. And I told my doctor and I told my best friend Joyce. They kept happening all of sudden and I would lose my mind. It was just awful that I had to tell the doctor I would not leave his office until he tells me what it is. And the doctor agreed and gave me testing. And the doctor gave me medicine temporarily to ease the sickness. And the next day the doctor said it's some type of mental illness. I was shocked because mental illness does not run in my family. My mother never had it. My father never had it. My grandparents never had it. And it felt like I was dying really really dying and going to hell. Everyday seem like hell. Everyday the devil will appear and say evil stuff. Everyday demons will come out and taunt me. I could not work. I could not hang out around most people or certain people. It was a nightmare. And I finally told my friend Joyce after going through numerous upton amount of tests. Joyce told me she believe it. She told me that we should pray just pray. And I told her I would think about it. Joyce got louder and said Louisa you can't think. You can't function properly. You are living in hell and you don't want help. You don't want assurance. You don't want peace. You don't want hope. You don't want God. God is good. God is greater than your illness. God is greater than your problem. I will pray for you. Pray for you to trust God. God is your doctor. Just listen to this song. And after I was done meeting with Joyce who gave me a CD called I Love the Lord. I hugged Joyce and told her good bye. That night was awful something was trying to take me out. Something had grip me and I was struggling to sleep. and I got up and heard a voice say listen to the CD. And I listen and begin crying profusely. I never listened to church music lately. But I was missing something and I put the CD on replay all night. And I fell to my knees and said God if you are there in Heaven on the Throne, forgive me. Forgive me for not listening to you. Forgive me for not believing in you. Help me, help me Father. If you healed me touch me right now I will run from Hell. I will run with you. I will do your will. In Jesus name Amen. And I kept the CD on and took some more medicine and slept on the sofa with a blanket and pillow. And I slept and I did it again and again and again. Eventually, I finally told my doctor and Joyce gave me a Bible after telling her. And she prayed with me and I got saved and begin reading daily. And that's my life with a mental illness, I trust God reading his word and praying and praising Him. And testifying and being thankful, my relationship is closer. And taking my medicine, now I've been changed and for God I live no matter what for God I die.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 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
Haunted to Confess the Murder. Content Warning.
Thirteen-year-old Carrie Ann Jopek went missing on March 16, 1982. For months, the young teenager was believed to have run away from home after getting suspended from school to attend a party at her best friend, Robin Mandt’s place.
By Emmalina Alessandrya2 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
A Hairstylist's Tale of Compassion and Connection
The scent of shampoo and hairspray mingled with the gentle hum of chatter, creating a familiar symphony within the walls of Salon Secrets. I stood behind the stylist's chair, my fingers deftly wielding the scissors, while my ears remained attuned to the whispers that danced between snips.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Confessions
How Can One Successfully Communicate Adhering To A Breakup
You should take the appropriate actions to increase the likelihood of getting back together, preserve your marriage, and reestablish your connection with your spouse if you're wondering how to win your husband back after a breakup or how to get back with your wife.
By The Writer Boy2 years ago in Confessions
KNOWING I DID IT...
In the heart of a bustling city, where the echoes of dreams danced in the streets, there lived a tale spun from the threads of love, betrayal, and hope. It was a story whispered in the gentle caress of the wind and etched upon the canvas of starlit skies.
By David Okosun2 years ago in Confessions
