Stream of Consciousness
Entry #7 or Life?
Before we start, can we acknowledge how much you, reader, and I, Dani, both want to smack Dani across the face for pumping out these dramatic, wannabe groundbreaking, and highly clickbaity titles? It's nothing more than Dani's little lost teenage self stuck inside her aging body, finally and painfully exerting her creativity.
By Danielle Silva11 days ago in Confessions
Notes from the Mind Palace.
Listen to Cheated Hearts. by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. There is a specific, sickening frequency to being done dirty by someone you trusted. It isn’t just a simple disagreement; it is a profound violation that completely rewrites the reality of the space you inhabit.
By Syl De'Vil22 days ago in Confessions
Red Flag Rage
Red Flags lay over the front yard; not sure as to why. The air was still. It welcomed me in with a blank smile. I shrugged it off as I met my mother, who raised me from afar for the first time. She was WARM and BRIGHT. She welcomed me into her arms, just like a long-lost daughter. I had found where I was supposed to be, maybe finding myself for the first time in years. Someone who treated me like her own, though she'd never met me before. She always called me daughter regardless.
By Jessie Lynn Nelson23 days ago in Confessions
An Autopsy of a Sleepless Night
Field notes, compiled in the dark, by someone who should be asleep. A guide needs a preface, so: this one was written under duress, phone brightness turned down to the exact level that says I’m not doing anything; I’m simply checking the time, at 2:14, and then at 2:25, and then at 2:46, and then, finally, a version floats into production at the end of the third waking hour. But it doesn’t count, because you never actually saw the numbers on the clocks. You just felt the shapes of them bend around the timeless euphoria that comes with lack of sleep.
By Chel Writes24 days ago in Confessions
The first decision, again and again
Making the decision to change is easy. It truly is. Even change itself is easy. It has its beginning, and it is an eternal process (a beautiful and fun one!), but in reality, once we step into it, we do not have to do anything — it unfolds on its own, easily, naturally, willingly. What is difficult, however, and where we usually hit a wall not long after that realization, is persisting in keeping our attention on the decision we have made. On the process. And by that, I truly mean a mechanical process — reminding ourselves of the decision we have made every day, multiple times a day, and returning to the beginning as many times as necessary, until we master that first step and no longer have to go back to it. Like when we complete a level in a video game and the computer remembers that we successfully passed it and even celebrates our success. There is a good saying I always think of when I reflect on personal growth: “Once you stretch, there’s no going back.”
By Dzenana Kalamujic25 days ago in Confessions
Recovery... isn't linear
This last week has been challenging for me and my family. Deadlines are coming up. Questions have been left unanswered. We are still transitioning from a recent change that put us back in survival mode, but we are on our way back to thriving mode.
By Adora Hooperabout a month ago in Confessions
I Read the Viral “Hospital Secret” Post So Your Family Group Chat Doesn’t Have To
The Hospital Will Never Tell You? Before You Share That Viral Post, Read This You have seen the article. Red headline. Six exclamation marks. First line: “The secret hospitals will never reveal.” You click. It tells you 90 percent of health problems heal themselves. It says doctors get rich off patients. It says traditional Chinese medicine is suppressed. It says schools secretly train poor people. By the end, your chest is hot, your fingers itch, and you want to forward it to the family group chat.
By Jinabout a month ago in Confessions
Tears Fell Like Raindrops
I normally write my stories considering how they will be perceived. I have to admit at the outset that this one is primarily for me. They say it is good to get things off your chest and not to bottle things up. Every year at this time, I have the same problem. You will see what I mean if you read the story.
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in Confessions
