Secrets
There's Always Another Way. Content Warning.
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.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
10 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.
By Lindsey Altom3 years ago in Confessions
I 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."
By Kenechukwu Prince Eneasato 3 years ago in Confessions
To Be Alive: Introduction. Content Warning.
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.
By Somebody 3 years ago in Confessions
LOVE DILEMMA
Love has its ups and downs, happy and sad times, just like any journey. It's a route that can take us through happy and difficult times, as well as periods of clarity and confusion. My personal experience with love has resembled a lovely woven masterpiece consisting of intricate layers, emotional moments, and relationships with other people.
By Annie3 years ago in Confessions
Seven aid workers, including an Australian and a British national, have been killed in Gaza
The Clean unfamiliar service is looking for true affirmation from Israel about reports a Post was among the guide laborers killed during a thought Israeli strike on Gaza.
By prashant soni3 years ago in Confessions
"Examining the Comparative Harm: Vaping vs. Smoking - A Look into Their Impact on Health"
In the United States and the United Kingdom, vaping has become a concerning issue, as it has infiltrated the lives of young people. One out of every five high school students in the US currently vapes, while 7% of kids aged 11 to 17 in the UK now engage in this practice. This number has nearly doubled in the last two years, making vaping more popular among young people than smoking cigarettes. However, with the recent news of vape-related deaths among young individuals, it is crucial to question whether vaping is worse than smoking cigarettes.
By Dreamweaver3 years ago in Confessions
Unraveling Threads
Amy sat perched on the edge of their shared bed, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of the quilt beneath her. The room was enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by the soft ticking of the clock on the nightstand. She waited, her heart pounding in her chest, for him to return home.
By Nayely Pizano3 years ago in Confessions
Unspoken Tensions
In the bustling city of Brooksville where the streets buzzed with the rhythm of urban life there lived a young man named Adam whose heart danced to the beat of unspoken desires and hidden emotions. At the center of his world was Emma, a radiant soul whose presence lit up the room like a beacon of light.
By Annie3 years ago in Confessions
How dare you to be different?
We live in a world of conformity, where there are different rules and regulations which govern how people are going to act and be. This conformity is basically in every single aspect of our lives, from your home, to your school, right through your job and even in your circle of friends. In all these places you are going to notice that there are rules which you need to abide by, for example at home even though you have a lot of freedom, there are still things you just can’t do. In the world as well, there is conformity enforced by the government and even society in general.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Under the Moon's Spell: The Journey from Eternal Twilight to Starlit Splendor
The twilight draped lazily over Arcadia, its hues soft and comforting. The townsfolk carried out their daily routines, their reverence for Artemis evident as they gathered at the chime of the nightingale's song. Every evening, they congregated in the central square, bowing in reverence to their guardian of the moon. Following their rituals, the women attended to the needs of the children while the men ventured into the lush forest to gather sustenance. As night descended, they gathered outdoors, illuminated by the gentle glow of Selene, indulging in the abundance of their harvest.
By hawk13 years ago in Confessions
